<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306</id><updated>2009-11-16T12:51:55.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BriTunes</title><subtitle type='html'>Life on Shuffle</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>691</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5356997650872055711</id><published>2009-11-16T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:14:22.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...All I Ever Wanted</title><content type='html'>I walk in this morning and everyone seems to be in a REALLY cranky mood so I put on my headphones and start working away.  I'm opening email and I come to my daily Groupon.  I read "$25 for a $50 Authentic Mediterranean Cruise when in actuality the email read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SwFdQY1-iiI/AAAAAAAAEW0/RcYD0x4oBcg/s1600/cusine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404703563949443618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SwFdQY1-iiI/AAAAAAAAEW0/RcYD0x4oBcg/s400/cusine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuisine Brian.  Not cruise.  No wonder I was all "damn, that's one cheap ass cruise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I need a vacation much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5356997650872055711?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5356997650872055711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5356997650872055711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5356997650872055711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5356997650872055711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/vacationall-i-ever-wanted.html' title='Vacation...All I Ever Wanted'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SwFdQY1-iiI/AAAAAAAAEW0/RcYD0x4oBcg/s72-c/cusine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-3642274068407541794</id><published>2009-11-13T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:25:16.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Take a Ride on Your Hockey Stick</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dlisted.com/files/levihockey12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dlisted.com/files/levihockey12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word on the street is that Levi Johnston posed for his first Playgirl shoot yesterday and it included an ice rink and a hockey stick. Um.....yes please!! Honestly I don't know how much longer I can wait for this and I knoooow I'm not alone, don't even front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm mad at Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 515px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos//2009/06/lady-gaga-in-concert-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11453766-1");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND her disco stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate the Gaga, it's true. I just didn't understand the hype. But after viewing some of her live performances, and succumbing to her LoveGame, I fear that I've fallen in love. Now with her new single "Bad Romance" and hearing some songs off her new album....I have fully committed to the Haus of Gaga. So when I went to buy tickets to her Radio City concert today at 12pm ON THE DOT and they were sold out at 12pm ON THE DOT, you can understand my disappointment and anger. The only tickets I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700265938580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv3Mwwfz8yI/AAAAAAAAEWk/hW_JZDOdzAg/s400/gaga.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disability wheelchair seats. I even went so far as to think "hmm....who can I rent a Wheelchair from?" but quickly dismissed that idea. So alas, I'm afraid I'll just have to find my Lady Gaga tickets someplace else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701582787450402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv3N9aJDFiI/AAAAAAAAEWs/OU3nVOW-E7o/s400/hate.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Hate your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counting down the minutes until I can leave and start my weekend.  Even though I had a four day work week, it has felt like the longest week EVER!  Is it because my birthday is a week away?  Perhaps.   At any rate, I am very excited for the fun to begin.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS.  Levi!  Call me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-3642274068407541794?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/3642274068407541794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=3642274068407541794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/3642274068407541794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/3642274068407541794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-take-ride-on-your-hockey-stick.html' title='I Wanna Take a Ride on Your Hockey Stick'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv3Mwwfz8yI/AAAAAAAAEWk/hW_JZDOdzAg/s72-c/gaga.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-8753817242193456655</id><published>2009-11-13T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:38:21.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Glee-Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll, I done had it with Blogger. After many (MANY) failed attempts to post a proper Gleecap for you, I give up. I quit! Blogger clearly does not want me to give you what you've all been asking for so FINE. I just won't DO one then Blogger, are you happy??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe a small one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 8 moments in "Wheels" (in no particular order)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Bougie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591828033000578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qI10cVII/AAAAAAAAEVk/KvZigI1Us9o/s400/Wheels3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana: Wait, you're joking right?  I mean, aren't bake sales kind of....bougie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that they're fleshing out the mini-characters a little bit or at the VERY least, giving them lines.  Take Britney for instance.  Someone who was once my least favorite (I used to call her 'the Beast') has quickly grown into a character that consistantly has the best lines every week.  For instance, when talking more about the bake sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Oh Britney Britney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591830267322610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qI-JJYPI/AAAAAAAAEVs/yu8j7gGsETw/s400/Wheels4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney:  Most of us don't know how to bake...I find...recipes...confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  I Think I'll Try.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403593405244725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1rkpZBVzI/AAAAAAAAEWc/VbZVZjXrvGE/s400/Wheels1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt:  Defying Gravity?  I have an entire iPod shuffle dedicated to the songs of Wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel:  It's my go-to shower song.  It's also my ringtone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be lying if I said all of those didn't ring true at some point in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  He Likes Her!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591832396453970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qJGExWFI/AAAAAAAAEV0/ODYZaMJcfdI/s400/Wheels5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artie and Tina?  ADORable.  Also appreciated Artie explaining how he ended up in a wheelchair and ending it with: "I want to make something very clear.  I still have the use of my penis."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  We Belong Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qJW-fAXI/AAAAAAAAEV8/51NZL65kQQ8/s1600-h/Wheels7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591836933489010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qJW-fAXI/AAAAAAAAEV8/51NZL65kQQ8/s400/Wheels7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happened to love this food fight between Quinn and Puck and is it just me or is that the biggest we've ever seen Quinn smile?  I'm kind of pulling for these two to end up together.  "That was perfectly measured!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  Tar Tar, Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591841586728818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qJoT5z3I/AAAAAAAAEWE/7OW5IEHtWEQ/s400/Wheels9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee took on a very touchy subject this week but I feel like they handled it all very well.  Britney and Becky together was so sweet and so adorable that I kiiiinda died inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana:  Where's your wheelchair?&lt;br /&gt;Britney:  I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.  Tar Tar, Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403593401167637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1rkaM97FI/AAAAAAAAEWU/T-Uf-Y0bX-o/s400/Wheels16.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Oh lordy, Sue and her sister?  I can't even.  When she started reading the book to her down syndrome sister, I was a mess.  I first watched this episode a few weeks ago after a few drinks with Page Six.  He passed out half way through but cut to me at 2:30 am sobbing over this scene.  I thought it was really great to show a different , sweeter side to Sue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.  Rollin' Rollin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403592115951373122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qZmZiC0I/AAAAAAAAEWM/AvESYLVOd88/s400/Wheels21.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I mean, what a fantastic number!!  I feel like this was a great number to end a great episode on.  And Tina finally has a solo!!!  It's a miracle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you think of this ep?  Did you love it as much as I did?  Who cried?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully Blogger won't hate me next week and I can post a regular Glee-Cap but until then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-8753817242193456655?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8753817242193456655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=8753817242193456655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8753817242193456655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8753817242193456655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mini-glee-cap.html' title='Mini Glee-Cap'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sv1qI10cVII/AAAAAAAAEVk/KvZigI1Us9o/s72-c/Wheels3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5719559499690300675</id><published>2009-11-12T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:17:43.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Blogger</title><content type='html'>Glee-Cap won't be coming until later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvxtTPpljPI/AAAAAAAAEVc/HauZw49kkMk/s1600-h/Wheels.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403313830323653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvxtTPpljPI/AAAAAAAAEVc/HauZw49kkMk/s400/Wheels.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.  Blame it on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11453766-1");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5719559499690300675?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5719559499690300675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5719559499690300675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5719559499690300675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5719559499690300675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-blogger.html' title='I Hate Blogger'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvxtTPpljPI/AAAAAAAAEVc/HauZw49kkMk/s72-c/Wheels.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-3812648380348177817</id><published>2009-11-12T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:08:55.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Embarass Yourself at a Wedding in 7 Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many different ways to embarass yourself at a wedding. For instance, you could have a Dance-Off with the Maid of Honor's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248619436879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svwx_eKnrOI/AAAAAAAAEKU/MJN5v3RJZHM/s400/bouquet5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could perform the Single Ladies dance with the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248631458578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvwyAK80QbI/AAAAAAAAEKc/SuSSf_0qbXM/s400/bouquet6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps you'd prefer to be the only boy to catch the bouquet. This last one is not a simple one to accomplish but with practice, you too can embarass not only yourself but also your family. Here's how:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show up without a date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take full advantage of the wine bar (6 -7 glasses if possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get in a good position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outstretch your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246006909041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvwvnZvcfJI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/qovi_0MCaMU/s400/bouquet1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Push anyone and everyone out of the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246010649084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvwvnnrJAKI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/V5mYJL0Jzd0/s400/bouquet2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold your head high in victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svwvn-3rA8I/AAAAAAAAEKE/FJeMM-AyIM4/s1600-h/bouquet3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246016875660226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svwvn-3rA8I/AAAAAAAAEKE/FJeMM-AyIM4/s400/bouquet3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realize your mistake, hand the bouquet to the first girl you see, and run away as fast as you can to distance yourself from the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246015858738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svwvn7FOBPI/AAAAAAAAEKM/YCz2VHRN5gw/s400/bouquet4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See?!  It's as simple as that!!  Follow my 7 easy steps and one day YOU TOO can drunkenly embarass yourself at a wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-3812648380348177817?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/3812648380348177817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=3812648380348177817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/3812648380348177817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/3812648380348177817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-embarass-yourself-at-wedding-in.html' title='How to Embarass Yourself at a Wedding in 7 Steps'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svwx_eKnrOI/AAAAAAAAEKU/MJN5v3RJZHM/s72-c/bouquet5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-4919842915072630584</id><published>2009-11-11T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:12:37.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee-view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QC487fFz2-o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QC487fFz2-o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tune in to GLEE tonight for the best episode yet!  I dare you not to cry - DARE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-4919842915072630584?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4919842915072630584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=4919842915072630584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/4919842915072630584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/4919842915072630584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/glee-view.html' title='Glee-view'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-8926863933380363127</id><published>2009-11-11T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:15:00.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now THAT is a music video!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-8926863933380363127?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8926863933380363127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=8926863933380363127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8926863933380363127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8926863933380363127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pure-brilliance.html' title='Pure Brilliance'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-8460264315019349072</id><published>2009-11-10T10:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:21:32.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Hit It....Sesame Street Edition</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Sesame Street!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvmiY3WydsI/AAAAAAAAEJs/o-kz8qqNzAQ/s1600-h/sesame.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402527776067712706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvmiY3WydsI/AAAAAAAAEJs/o-kz8qqNzAQ/s400/sesame.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 40 today!! Wahoo! You're 40 and yet, I haven't aged a day. While I remember watching The Muppets more than Sesame Street growing up, I'm sure my mother plopped me down in front of the program just so she could get some alone time. I know who I was as a young child, I don't blame the woman. In honor of SS's b-day I'd like to present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Top 7 Seseme Street Characters I'd Get Dirty With&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7. Elmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.singlesourcewriting.com/wp-content/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that really annoying guy that drives you insane but he's popular friendly and cute and therefore more attractive? Yeah, that's Elmo. So while he may drive you crazy, your popular points will go up drastically after hitting it. Note to self: Things not to do while in bed with Elmo include tickling and referring to self in third person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Grover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://musingsatapicnic.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/grover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover is somewhat of a twink, if you're into that skinny/raver look. I imagine he likes his glow sticks, he likes his thumping music, and he probably just lays there in bed. But alas, we all go through our twink phase, which is why Grover makes his way to #6. I have a feeling Grover and I would be a one time thing sort of deal. He's too skinny and would make me feel self-conscious about my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Cookie Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://adevotedreader.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/cookie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another phase we inevitabely go through is the "bear" phase and Cookie Monster is a great fit for that. I bet he'd throw you around nice and good - the problem would be cleaning up all that blue fur. Talk about a hassle!! The best thing about Cookie Monster is that the boy likes to eat!! Whereas Grover would make you feel self-conscious, Cookie Monster would make you feel like the hottest thing ever! Plus your room would smell like cookies after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Count Von Count&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://halfsigma.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341bf6ae53ef01156f35740b970c-pi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The token ethnic of the group, Count infuses a little flavor into our list. Just think about it - he rolls into town for a weeklong fling, swarthed in velvet capes and that monocle. You meet in a chance meeting and the accent just takes you over. He starts counting and you melt before the count of ten. Before you know it, you've done it eight, nine, ten, eleven! Eleven times with the Count! Mwa Ha Ha!!! He's a special one you won't soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Oscar the Grouch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://irritatedtulsan.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/oscar-the-grouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Angry sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Big Bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 476px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://darkentriesdjd.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/big-bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.....HELLO! Have you SEEN the size of Big Bird's feet? While a tad annoying and wussy, I assume it'd still be a good time. He's one of those "really tall, really hot, really gay" types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number 1 Sesame Street character I'd do it with is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. Ernie!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.redstaplerchronicles.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/ernie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's something about that smile, something about that laugh, that hair, that striped sweater that just gets my blood boiling. Plus, you KNOW he'd be fun in bed and totally up for trying new things. And might I just say....bubble bath?! Oh hell to the yes. 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvmiY3WydsI/AAAAAAAAEJs/o-kz8qqNzAQ/s72-c/sesame.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-9005831374005796518</id><published>2009-11-09T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:05:00.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi yai yai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvhJmAFvqRI/AAAAAAAAEJk/FIcShFlLH8o/s1600-h/levijon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402148670238861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvhJmAFvqRI/AAAAAAAAEJk/FIcShFlLH8o/s400/levijon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better know what you're doing!!! What is it lately? Jon, Michael Lohan, MJ's creepy ass doctor...it's like Douchtember. And now my boyfriend is appearing with Douche Gosselin? Dislike. At any rate, I'd still hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/05/levi_johnston_and_tripp_johnston_pose_for_gq/gallery_main/gallery_main-levijohnston-gq-photos-05282009-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-9005831374005796518?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/9005831374005796518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=9005831374005796518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/9005831374005796518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/9005831374005796518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/levi-yai-yai.html' title='Levi yai yai'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvhJmAFvqRI/AAAAAAAAEJk/FIcShFlLH8o/s72-c/levijon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5408443979509575675</id><published>2009-11-09T10:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:45:18.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>1, 2, 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Monday, how you doin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those weekend's where you blink and it's over but I guess that just means it was a good weekend, eh? Friday night the group and I had our annual B.A.N.D.I.T.S. get together (and by our I mean their as it was my first time being a BANDIT). Basically we put on headbands, did Skittle vodka shots, and went out to a bar in the East Village. And that's Bandits. But it was a great time and Thursday I was a hurtin.' Saturday I had dodgeball practice (where I learned how to throw left handed) and then went with the boys to a taping of Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402132981632481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg7UzegOQI/AAAAAAAAEJM/zLNYipeluL4/s400/topmodel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the runway and the stage hands setting everything up. It was really cool to see an actual Top Model runway competition and I think you'll be surprised by the girls this season. There are a few standouts and a few surprises (hint: a model falls off the runway). The best part is that I'm toooootally going to be on camera - good thing I was smizing the entire time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Top Model, More-O and I hit up Page Six's birthday which had the most rocking Bulgarian Band ever. Random? Yes. Totally fun? Absolutely. Speaking of Page Six, I encourage you to visit his blog (&lt;a href="http://www.popwrap.com/"&gt;http://www.popwrap.com/&lt;/a&gt;) which has a hilarious interview with him and Cookie Monster from Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402129216620094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg35ptmZDI/AAAAAAAAEI0/o7jTJFE5A7s/s400/Ses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Totes adorbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who caught Taylor Swift on SNL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140396345974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvhCEZb9YJI/AAAAAAAAEJc/YmNqMH_mijk/s400/taswift.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.....I die. She was so great!! Cute, charming, and completely committed to everything they gave her. Her opening monologue/song was hilarious...I may have watched it like forty times. And don't even get me started on her Shakira impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg350ev2tI/AAAAAAAAEJE/05kpcAU3RwM/s1600-h/snl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402129219510590162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg350ev2tI/AAAAAAAAEJE/05kpcAU3RwM/s400/snl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift, after much (much!) resistance, I'm afraid you have won me over. Congratulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Ashlee Simpson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139792445926482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvhBhPu97FI/AAAAAAAAEJU/Cq164FIEan0/s400/simpson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was taught last week how to add a diagnostics thing to BriTunes and the results have been pretty funny. For instance, did you know that on Friday 87 people clicked on this blog? And over the weekend I had visitors from India, Australia, and Sweden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402129214700165538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg35ij2maI/AAAAAAAAEI8/9KzxMoygWSo/s400/World.bmp" border="0" /&gt; You didn't before but you do now! So hola, bienvenue and g'day to all of my visitors from all the lands. I'm not offended that half of you spent 20 seconds or less on this site....just happy you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a very productive cleaning day yesterday (and also caught up on Dexter - holy shitballs!) and last night after Amazing Race (I heart Sam) with More-O and Page Six I watched Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/bruno-movie-trailer1247436736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now I wasn't in any real rush to see this movie and now I can see why. Despite laughing my ass off at Borat, I think I giggled...maybe twice during this movie? Sasha Baron Cohen FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little Dodgeball action tonight and the much anticipated THREESOME on Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 526px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/threesome_ver1-350x526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think it's going to be?!  (My bet is on Dan, Olivia, and Vanessa) If they play Britney's "3," I might just die a little....inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5408443979509575675?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5408443979509575675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5408443979509575675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5408443979509575675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5408443979509575675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-2-3.html' title='1, 2, 3...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Svg7UzegOQI/AAAAAAAAEJM/zLNYipeluL4/s72-c/topmodel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5301333497107407436</id><published>2009-11-06T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:06:47.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvR7_Y2lm1I/AAAAAAAAEIU/as-y7amKcZc/s1600-h/brody.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvR7_Y2lm1I/AAAAAAAAEIU/as-y7amKcZc/s400/brody.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word on the street is that Adam Brody and "Glee's" Diana Argon are dating, and I have to say...I would be VERY into this.&amp;nbsp; Even though Adam Brody hasn't had a hit in&amp;nbsp;years, I mean, just look at them - they're so cute together!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are just some couples where you see them and you're like "awwwww."&amp;nbsp; I have a few couple in my life like that (of course I have a few couples where I'm like "eek!").&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A TV couple that makes me "aww" all the way&amp;nbsp;home is&amp;nbsp;Jim and Pam.&amp;nbsp; Last night when Page Six and I were watching "The Office" and Jim and Pam had a moment and we both sighed and "awwed" and blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; Then Page Six asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Do you think we'll ever find a Jim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwernerdesign.com/blog/images/post04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" sr="true" src="http://kwernerdesign.com/blog/images/post04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;to which I replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"No...we'll probably find Dwight and Andy's.&amp;nbsp; I may go through a Creed phase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11453766-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/200px-creed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://www.neatorama.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/200px-creed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wanna be jealous?&amp;nbsp; I'm going to a taping of Top Model tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; The boys and I are going to be in the audience for one of their fashion shows for the new season.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna get my hair did, put on my finest, cover up the flesh eating virus on my face and smize away in the hopes of being on camera.&amp;nbsp; A boy can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have a fantastic weekend everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5301333497107407436?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5301333497107407436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5301333497107407436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5301333497107407436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5301333497107407436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvR7_Y2lm1I/AAAAAAAAEIU/as-y7amKcZc/s72-c/brody.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-6526594867417713052</id><published>2009-11-06T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:13:25.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F'Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to email someone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was (First name) &lt;a href="mailto:Dickman@cox.net"&gt;Dickman@cox.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.......are you kidding me with this?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make it way too easy....&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11453766-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-6526594867417713052?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6526594867417713052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=6526594867417713052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6526594867417713052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6526594867417713052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/freal.html' title='F&apos;Real?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5996222506979075482</id><published>2009-11-06T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:07:03.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw You Brian Williams</title><content type='html'>Hey remember that one time Brian Williams stole the name of my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401036733673399426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvRWSxlwZII/AAAAAAAAEIE/xOU_DhJjAdE/s400/brr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now the bastard is back, appearing on "30 Rock" last night, as if to taunt and torment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvRUEWoyu0I/AAAAAAAAEH8/svhI4GIk-0o/s1600-h/briwil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401034286896954178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvRUEWoyu0I/AAAAAAAAEH8/svhI4GIk-0o/s400/briwil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why won't you leave me alone Brian Williams?!  Why must you haunt my every nightmare, my every thought?  When is enough, enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his awfulness, the episode was very funny with an entire subplot about bedbugs.  Hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5996222506979075482?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5996222506979075482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5996222506979075482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5996222506979075482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5996222506979075482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/screw-you-brian-williams.html' title='Screw You Brian Williams'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvRWSxlwZII/AAAAAAAAEIE/xOU_DhJjAdE/s72-c/brr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-1170968510253291752</id><published>2009-11-05T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:32:40.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Face?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for the past few months I've had a minor rash on my face, right near my nose. I had visitied a dermatologist and she said I had impetigo and gave me a cream to use. A week later, it was still there, so I was given a different cream. Two more times, four different creams. One of them minimized it and stabalized it, so I kept using that one. Cut to a few weeks later and the rash spreads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aocd.org/images_ddd/Perioral_dermatitis_2_low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note: That's not me, but it looks just like my rash!) Anyway, I visited a different dermatologist who diagnosed me right away, gave me antibiotics a creme, and sent me on my way. She mentioned that it would get worse before it gets better and I'm currently in the "getting worse" stage, which is oh so fun. The best part about this though, is that I'm online today researched my "condition" and I came across just what made the rash get to the epic level that it is. And I quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of the most common factors is prolonged use of topical steroid creams"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh.........HELLO!! That is exactly what the first dermatologist gave me and has been having me slather on my face for the past two months.  So basically I'm pissed.  Not only did I pay almost $200 bucks in co-pays and perscriptions, but the doctor that I was hoping to help me just made matters worse.  I seriously feel like Season 4 Top Model Michele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 572px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/19677/16_2007/ANTM%20Natasha%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So my question to you, is do I write/call the other doctor and rip her a new one or do I just let it go and hope that this new doctor knows what she is doing?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And until I'm cured, please avoid all direct eye contact.  We should return to your regularly programmed face shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-1170968510253291752?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1170968510253291752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=1170968510253291752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/1170968510253291752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/1170968510253291752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-face.html' title='What the Face?!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-6874706308569199271</id><published>2009-11-05T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:38:19.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy/Kooky/Mysterious/Spooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14847_172867886388_624846388_3397755_1273135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This certainly made my morning...The cast of the new Broadway Musical "The Adams Family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvLfWUXyVcI/AAAAAAAAEH0/PXGii3cS1K8/s1600-h/Adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624477689238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvLfWUXyVcI/AAAAAAAAEH0/PXGii3cS1K8/s400/Adams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pants just got tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-6874706308569199271?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6874706308569199271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=6874706308569199271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6874706308569199271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6874706308569199271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/creepykookymysteriousspooky.html' title='Creepy/Kooky/Mysterious/Spooky'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvLfWUXyVcI/AAAAAAAAEH0/PXGii3cS1K8/s72-c/Adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-6294267621285373113</id><published>2009-11-04T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:30:46.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Halloween Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new set of Halloween pictures have been released which, in turn, ask some new questions like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We took the Subway?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299405858040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG3spbr6kI/AAAAAAAAEHc/8cjkEURvIXY/s400/bike5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously, WHEN did we take the Subway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296068659594338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG0qZZkxGI/AAAAAAAAEHE/75KWsLiTNk0/s400/bike3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just how many lady Gaga's WERE there throughout the course of the night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299402775856738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG3sd81hmI/AAAAAAAAEHU/ofALQ2wY0qQ/s400/bike6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"When did we go to Craig's house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299407064736674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG3st7Yo6I/AAAAAAAAEHk/eKER8pei1to/s400/bike7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did everyone fall asleep standing up at Boiler Room?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299408732825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG3s0JFpgI/AAAAAAAAEHs/gczksuGyKIE/s400/bike8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever happened to that guy on the bike that Brian knocked over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG0qoeAJ3I/AAAAAAAAEHM/YuoOq70-GFI/s1600-h/bike4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296072704698226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG0qoeAJ3I/AAAAAAAAEHM/YuoOq70-GFI/s400/bike4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, ladies and gentlemen, real live drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're heading to a loft party, feeling no pain, and we're getting ready to cross the street.  The walk light comes on, so I start to cross when BAM!!!  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a guy on a bike (who was speeding through the red light) slams into me.  He goes flying, his bike goes flying, his beer goes flying, and we're all in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lays there for a bit, Chris starts to see if he's okay, when he jumps up and charges me.  I just kind of stand there dumbfounded like "did this really happen?"  I'm apologizing, making sure he's okay (blood was running down his face) when I realize "oh my lawd, this guy might really try to fight me."  If it wasn't for Chris calming the guy down (and the 6 tall homos I had for backup) some trouble could have brewed.  As it was though, I was in my fighting stance and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400296064466929314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG0qJx9xqI/AAAAAAAAEG0/fJNaXk8lXMQ/s400/bike1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We gave him his beer off the ground, he opened it and asked "what am I supposed to do with this now?!"  Uh.....drink it?  You opened it, idiot.  He glared at us, yelled "this isn't over!" and we were on our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke, I thought I saw the guy yesterday and thought to myself "Oh Jesus, it really isn't over!!!"  Luckily, it was just another random guy on a bike.  But we shall meet again drunk ethnic on bike, oh YEESSSS we shall......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-6294267621285373113?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6294267621285373113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=6294267621285373113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6294267621285373113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/6294267621285373113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-halloween-tale.html' title='A Post Halloween Tale'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvG3spbr6kI/AAAAAAAAEHc/8cjkEURvIXY/s72-c/bike5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-8352377431064233768</id><published>2009-11-04T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:23:15.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Hath Frozen Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moment of your time, if you please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....I can't believe I'm actually going to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.harpersbazaar.com/cm/harpersbazaar/images/hbz-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-03-de-56208686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kristen Stewart looks kinda pretty in this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/wtf_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I know, I know!!! I don't know what's wrong with me!! I must be getting sick or something. I dunno, I just saw the picture and I was like "huh. Don't hate it." Same with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvGa7PE6ayI/AAAAAAAAEGs/QCkdfFsZHbo/s1600-h/stew.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267770644032290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvGa7PE6ayI/AAAAAAAAEGs/QCkdfFsZHbo/s400/stew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a real, genuine smile - something we haven't seen much of out of her. Maybe if she smiled like this all the time I wouldn't hate her face so much but as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.harpersbazaar.com/cm/harpersbazaar/images/n9/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-02-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't confuse my single compliment for a change of heart, cause homo don't play that.  I'm just secure enough to give credit where credit is due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may now continue on with your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-8352377431064233768?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8352377431064233768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=8352377431064233768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8352377431064233768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8352377431064233768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/hell-hath-frozen-over.html' title='Hell Hath Frozen Over'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvGa7PE6ayI/AAAAAAAAEGs/QCkdfFsZHbo/s72-c/stew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-7518561711836380129</id><published>2009-11-03T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:44:18.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perv Bonus</title><content type='html'>Because you all have been good today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992855382665986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg5D67KwI/AAAAAAAAEF4/KJmPJ-rsErk/s400/perv1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992869516459634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg54krvnI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/c15nbdKG1Fs/s400/perv4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992860376028994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg5Whb10I/AAAAAAAAEGA/JpQLfqO1H3E/s400/perv2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992865032483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg5n3nsfI/AAAAAAAAEGI/0j30mj7LsCM/s400/perv3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY happy to watch Glee sing the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:SH@Z@M"&gt;SH@Z@M&lt;/a&gt; is back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399993092486017842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvChG3MxMzI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IIVbRzLRSu0/s400/perv6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;New single "Don't Be Mean on Halloween" with special Chili's Bside "2 4 $20 4ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra added bonus:  Page Six's costume&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992875501044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg6O3hQ5I/AAAAAAAAEGY/KcEGCbjPzkg/s400/perv5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-7518561711836380129?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7518561711836380129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=7518561711836380129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/7518561711836380129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/7518561711836380129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/perv-bonus.html' title='Perv Bonus'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvCg5D67KwI/AAAAAAAAEF4/KJmPJ-rsErk/s72-c/perv1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-7518740721358023834</id><published>2009-11-03T10:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:14:43.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399903202529737458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBPWlBHevI/AAAAAAAAEEA/BM1Hy3KX5KY/s400/stewew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't want to see your face! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello to you kind readers! After a few days off, BriTunes is back and better than ever. Or at the very least, back. I had a fantastic Halloween weekend and a not so fun day off yesterday but that's what happens when you fill your day with copays and waiting room. Some weekend highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed to mention on BriTunes Friday that it was my dear friend KristenTaylor's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399913950897150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBZINzmmgI/AAAAAAAAEEw/eJZkZI9GQg4/s400/Carrie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's not her, what am I thinking? I know I've got a picture of her around here somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399914109343929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBZRcEQkxI/AAAAAAAAEE4/YtXI8JSC7Sg/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE we go! In all seriousness though, I hope your birthday was wonderful and relaxing and I'm sure your hubby took good care of you. It has been quite the year for Miss Taylor and I but she knows I've got nothin' but love. Happy (belated) BriTunes birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night the gang and I took a field trip to Schmitt Farms in Farmingdale/ville/town, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919725818838242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBeYXEOfOI/AAAAAAAAEFo/txPTpe0gZfw/s400/hal6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a Haunted House/Corn Maze type delio. We stopped at America's finest establishment for dinner before hand though. Ladies and gentlemen, Chili's. Do you even KNOW the last time I went to a Chili's?! I have to say though, it wasn't as good as I remembered. It mostly just made me feel fat. More-O made up for the experience though by acting the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910697928772898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBWK3jgTSI/AAAAAAAAEEI/gQ_Ra3BFGZ8/s400/hal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight out of the 1920's, ladies and gents. Remember when people would put wax lips in your Halloween bucket? Gross. They always went straight to the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Haunted House was actually REALLY scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918412221965618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBdL5iU5TI/AAAAAAAAEFA/fwNByABgqnA/s400/hal5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;the corn maze? Less so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918421809667730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBdMdQNnpI/AAAAAAAAEFY/09dOdI-VA6s/s400/hal8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;My favorite is how Stacy L (The L stands for lesbian as I don't know her last name) would completely mock the "performers" but any time they scared her she would yell "validated." I thought it was a nice gesture to those hardworking carni freaks. My shoulder really started hurting so I called it a night shortly after returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween day itself was mostly just me running errands. A "trip to the gym" turned into shopping, a haircut, and stopping by the dodgeball practice to oogle all the cute boys in the league. My arm is still not up to speed (more on that later) so I didn't play but it's always fun to see everyone outside of the gym. More-O and I then decided to go shopping for some costume accessories and while in the costume shop who walked in but Penn Badgley and Blake Lively!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gossipboulevard.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/000brit7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penn looked GOOOOOOD and Blake had ugly shoes on.  More-O and I then traveled to Chipotle for some dinner and there, RIGHT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW hailing a cab was one of my top 4 favorite actresses...NATALIE PORTMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910699337487074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBWK8zXkuI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/_u7r9rsPifc/s400/hal1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her crossing the street to find a cab.  I couldn't get my phone out fast enough but she done be ril close.  Sigh.  I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night was, as expected, a shit show.  I almost lost my phone, got in an altercation with a guy on a bike I knocked over, and also had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the pervy gym teacher came out quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910704785561474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBWLRGSl4I/AAAAAAAAEEg/3Vdyhy7ZqrA/s400/hal3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Pervy, right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910702067169906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBWLG-LOnI/AAAAAAAAEEY/BYzWQjzRSaA/s400/hal2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More-O was a dead lifeguard, Jocean was Maryanne from TRUE BLOOD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918425027344018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBdMpPXdpI/AAAAAAAAEFg/CUz84FwkqsE/s400/hal9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page Six was a Fantasia Waiter (also from True Blood - I need pictures, Page Six!)  and Wiley was a boxer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918420714678322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBdMZLJaDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/jXbuSe5CJX4/s400/hal7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Kaka Kido and the girls at this massive loft party and she was Lady Gaga (one of about 85,000 I saw that night).  She looked AMAZING and my only regret in the night is that I didn't get to spend more time with the girls!  I don't remember what time I poured myself into bed but the night was definitely a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a brunch in Brooklyn and was in bed early but my favorite part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910713047532418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBWLv4GQ4I/AAAAAAAAEEo/0-haxGXFZLc/s400/hal4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the multiple walk of shames home.  Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Doctor yesterday for my shoulder and, yup, it's messed up.  Basically I tore something a while ago but it is just going to get worse and worse unless I get surgery.  I'm thinking it's time to bite the bullet and do it because you know my bitch ass ain't getting any younger!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to a fabulous dinner party tonight and if the last one was any indication, I'm in for some good food, fun, and friends!!  Plus lots and lots of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-7518740721358023834?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7518740721358023834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=7518740721358023834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/7518740721358023834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/7518740721358023834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/belated.html' title='Belated'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SvBPWlBHevI/AAAAAAAAEEA/BM1Hy3KX5KY/s72-c/stewew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-8097209257695731451</id><published>2009-11-03T01:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:34:47.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Homegirl Sings National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9Ga6H0qAU2s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9Ga6H0qAU2s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BriTunes REALLY loves America this week...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-8097209257695731451?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8097209257695731451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=8097209257695731451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8097209257695731451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/8097209257695731451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-homegirl-sings-national-anthem.html' title='My Homegirl Sings National Anthem'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-794894936502381748</id><published>2009-11-02T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:58:44.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Say Can You Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ACNSpkbRm4I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ACNSpkbRm4I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm out and about for Doctor's appointments today (surgery on my shoulder is looking like it's going to happen) but I wanted to send this your way.  Please to enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-794894936502381748?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/794894936502381748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=794894936502381748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/794894936502381748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/794894936502381748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-say-can-you-glee.html' title='O Say Can You Glee'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-5277350243981143898</id><published>2009-10-30T10:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:21:32.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts of Halloween Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, Halloween. A magical, wonderful time filled with candy, costumes, and craziness. I've always loved Halloween, if only for the reason that for one night you can be someone other than yourself. I've had some great costumes over the years but as I've grown older they've defintitely increased in greatness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freshman year of college I was Roger from Rent. Shannon was Maureen, Doug was Mark, Shannon's sister Kat was Mimi and Chris was....well....I don't know that we'll ever know what character Chris was. I think he just wanted to dye his hair green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398397733351922962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur2IvS3HRI/AAAAAAAAECw/aqzI33iQFiI/s400/ha1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing the Rent theme, a few years later I was Angel and Heidi was Mimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402435243535042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur6abNLasI/AAAAAAAAEDg/kSIv4T_ZcaU/s400/ha6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug's boyfriend at the time was also Mimi but his Mimi looked more like Gloria Estefan than Mimi Marquez....oh man I wish I had a picture of that right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to college - I was the Statue of Liberty one year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402430715621074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur6aKVo7tI/AAAAAAAAEDY/UhlpoMkrODU/s400/ha5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Amanda as the little goatherd or a German or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year we as a theater department would put on a Halloween show. They were great opportunites for us to showcase our creativity and just have a lot of fun. One year there was a "Pumpkin Ballet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398399317806312946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur3k92ObfI/AAAAAAAAEDI/BNdw8uKUbfU/s400/ha3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;that I was in with Brooke, Amy, EVT, Wifey and...was that it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That same year we did a Rocky Horror number and I took the opportunity to channel my inner demon or...whatever I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398399583194327250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur30afqKNI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/Z8tqMKRCZF0/s400/ha4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps my favorite costume of all time was when Spencer, Doug, Jamie and I went as "Sex and the City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398440611395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur2x6CqOVI/AAAAAAAAEC4/AiLsQbYVw7g/s400/ha2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like ET with a wig on, Doug made his Miranda wig out of a pumpkin wig and Spencer as Charlotte was Asian but MAN did we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402438333562290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur6amt5fbI/AAAAAAAAEDo/sEYZwkEJG3A/s400/ha7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember just how much work went into finding our costumes. We looked fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I'll be attending Halloween festivites as a pervy gym teacher. I've got the short shorts, the high socks (both courtesy of my Dodgeball uniform) the pervy mustache, yellow glasses, and a whistle. Basically my thought is to run around all night shouting "hit the showers, boys." It should be a fantastic time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Happy Birthday shout out goes out to my favorite (and only) roommate, Page Six!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412952530102370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SusD-nJsqGI/AAAAAAAAEDw/DksOfGpQ6qk/s400/Doug8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!  I hope your day is fantastic and that our apartment continues to smell like roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-5277350243981143898?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5277350243981143898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=5277350243981143898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5277350243981143898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/5277350243981143898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-of-halloween-past.html' title='Ghosts of Halloween Past'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sur2IvS3HRI/AAAAAAAAECw/aqzI33iQFiI/s72-c/ha1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-1643564294959030113</id><published>2009-10-29T15:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:48:15.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Primadonna Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just another reason why Kelly is my favorite character on The Office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/49d06ba1523528c3/4ae9f17efdb1c698/49d06ba1523528c3/7bb6d931/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank"&gt;Video Recaps&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Webisodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-1643564294959030113?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1643564294959030113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=1643564294959030113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/1643564294959030113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/1643564294959030113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/10/male-primadonna-premiere.html' title='Male Primadonna Premiere'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-2998351782557069139</id><published>2009-10-29T11:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:21:59.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin Needs to Recognize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048539744534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4i_vKAKI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/6cz8fwvgAj4/s400/palin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch, no it's not! You best be recognizin'! Unlike the other men in your life, I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; hit you, so watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the Big Apple Dodgeball's Masquerade Ball. And if I do say so myself, I looked goooooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048548379731586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4jf58poI/AAAAAAAAEBo/MskXzE1DOQQ/s400/mas3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. Amazing, right? Everyone really went all out last night, which was nice to see. Many celebrities were there including&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyclops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048550556138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4joA1-4I/AAAAAAAAEBw/USFcMkJf2C0/s400/mas4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048545541766514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4jVVUvXI/AAAAAAAAEBg/0QE7vcFemmk/s400/mas2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;strong&gt;The Elephant Man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049114116358322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum5EbcEgLI/AAAAAAAAEB4/veXT4Q9cI_Y/s400/mas5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that I cannot take. I mean, that's just like, infinite amounts of creepy, no? I'm actually in the school of thought that Masks = Creepy, but putting on an elephant mask just takes it to a whole new level. THANKFULLY, however, there were no clowns there. Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048543503565122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4jNvYQUI/AAAAAAAAEBY/oU2lecfEb68/s400/mas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual suspects were there including More-O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398052809988735330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum8bjotgWI/AAAAAAAAECY/atXbJGLxAq4/s400/mas9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Dom, and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049114369612002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum5EcYc2OI/AAAAAAAAECA/Ui-3tByk6f0/s400/mas6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling good, feeling skinny all night and then this walked in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049122180952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum5E5e0cNI/AAAAAAAAECQ/XQtt6mD9V3g/s400/mas8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which prompted me to put down my piece of pizza and instead reach for a carrot stick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some apple bobbing in Swine Flu water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049119324819794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum5Eu13UVI/AAAAAAAAECI/hlw-ucpWMlc/s400/mas7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;a few dances, and plenty more beer, I was starting to reach Drunk Level 4 (anger) so it was time for me to head home.  Having drinks after work with some work friends, then tomorrow it's off to a spooky corn maze and Saturday is Halloween...for which the gang and I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have no plans!  Someone throw a party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398057265560328178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/SunAe57wl_I/AAAAAAAAECg/VBUP1thTp2w/s400/taytay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toooooottally on board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-2998351782557069139?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2998351782557069139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=2998351782557069139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/2998351782557069139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/2998351782557069139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sarah-palin-needs-to-recognize.html' title='Sarah Palin Needs to Recognize'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZiyHMuR7CY/Sum4i_vKAKI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/6cz8fwvgAj4/s72-c/palin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895257269790090306.post-519713681940668258</id><published>2009-10-28T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:22:42.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Josh</title><content type='html'>Who'd you rather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cougar Town's" Josh Hopkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lc/disney_abc_party_3_090809/josh_hopkins_2534411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 657px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lc/disney_abc_party_3_090809/josh_hopkins_2534411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "The Good Wife's" Josh Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/josh-charles-swat-movie-premiere-6HOtmh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 586px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/josh-charles-swat-movie-premiere-6HOtmh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a soft spot in my heart for Charles from "Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead" and "Threesome" but Josh Hopkins does things to me.  I'm split.  But what about you?  Who'd you rather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895257269790090306-519713681940668258?l=britunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/feeds/519713681940668258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895257269790090306&amp;postID=519713681940668258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/519713681940668258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895257269790090306/posts/default/519713681940668258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britunes.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-of-josh.html' title='Battle of the Josh'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10217414361835655499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02648996137217031922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>