<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:31:00.261-08:00</updated><category term='joel davis'/><category term='june 17'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='jedi'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='how to'/><category term='abbey road'/><category term='documentary'/><category term='ashley'/><category term='fair'/><category term='star wars'/><category term='fanboys'/><category term='home'/><category term='renee walker'/><category term='picture'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='family'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='video'/><category term='seinfeld'/><category term='tv'/><category term='coolest'/><category term='ginger'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='Office Quotes'/><category term='friends'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='alyson'/><category term='chistmas'/><category term='musical'/><category term='nilla'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='herbert'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='experiments'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='jack bauer'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='marcus'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='food'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='disneyland'/><category term='awards'/><category term='psych'/><category term='dance party'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='spoilers'/><category term='lauren'/><category term='24'/><category term='megan'/><category term='clue'/><category term='easter baskets'/><title type='text'>meg and lo</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of ginger snap and nilla wafer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4242114811971179044</id><published>2010-01-24T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:30:49.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>An awkward family portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom didn't get the memo that we were trying to awkward.  Awk-ward.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/S1yswV05ClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlSu8iJSZDs/s1600-h/_MG_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/S1yswV05ClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlSu8iJSZDs/s400/_MG_1759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430405197194660434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Brian Wong (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bwongzilla"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;flickr.com/bwongzilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-4242114811971179044?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4242114811971179044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4242114811971179044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4242114811971179044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4242114811971179044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2010/01/awkward-family-portrait.html' title='An awkward family portrait'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/S1yswV05ClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlSu8iJSZDs/s72-c/_MG_1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-3116845619955801923</id><published>2009-12-30T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:12:58.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Megan: Pet-sitter Extrordinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2dfb144bc6c9856" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2dfb144bc6c9856%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285622%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA3AFB6CEA6BABA44CF1A06B4CCE78B13E18ACE.3A9DB5ABAB27F1500FE79DEA2635BBC8C766C346%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2dfb144bc6c9856%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgKNN3I2oOdwY-4VR3X0_y7oabkg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2dfb144bc6c9856%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285622%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA3AFB6CEA6BABA44CF1A06B4CCE78B13E18ACE.3A9DB5ABAB27F1500FE79DEA2635BBC8C766C346%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2dfb144bc6c9856%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgKNN3I2oOdwY-4VR3X0_y7oabkg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's just a little something I unearthed today that captures pretty well how uncomfortable Meg is around animals. Even in her comfortable sweatshirt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-3116845619955801923?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3116845619955801923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=3116845619955801923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/3116845619955801923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/3116845619955801923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/12/megan-pet-sitter-extrordinaire.html' title='Megan: Pet-sitter Extrordinaire'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-6686999410308094471</id><published>2009-12-30T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:14:57.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chistmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Meg and I are back together in the Bay, warranting a long overdue return to this blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what better to mark our reunion than a holiday recap full of family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SzwgGYSmXfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7g7XJowjZcM/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421243345419001330" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Johnson-Lesch Christmas was &lt;a href="http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html"&gt;once again&lt;/a&gt; rife with beautiful quotes, including my mother’s threat to drip wax on me during the candlelit church service and my uncle’s assertion that my baked pear tasted like “a melted candle.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was eating said pear dessert because he’s “off sweets,” a restriction that did not prevent him from consuming cheesecake.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We collectively decided he should audition for “The Biggest Loser.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a proposal that my cousin Taylor met with “But that’s for like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; big people,” which was a defense my grandmother met with “Oh Taylor, you’re nice to your father.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/Szwg_5Dbp6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/955s5h4tnCc/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421244333466298274" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other great moments included my father’s attempt to pass off “S-T-I-C-H” as the proper spelling of “stitch” during a game of Boggle, our typical communal reading of trashy celebrity magazines (pictured above--and yes, that's grandmother with &lt;i&gt;Star&lt;/i&gt; and grandchild with knitting), and my “Who Wore It Best?” showdown with my cousin Brooklyn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SzwiM7qpBLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GlxUOVc4Js8/s320/IMG_3552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421245657017550002" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We over-accessorized a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The get-together concluded with a customary “Seinfeld” viewing, during which we subconsciously picked up tips on how to be mean to each other.  Let's just say "Serenity now!" was yelled my our mother on more than one occassion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-6686999410308094471?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6686999410308094471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=6686999410308094471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6686999410308094471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6686999410308094471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas-recap.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas Recap'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SzwgGYSmXfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7g7XJowjZcM/s72-c/IMG_3565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1994838583435403168</id><published>2009-07-23T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:19:29.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>How to annoy a food vendor employee at the county fair:</title><content type='html'>- Decide to go to a BBQ concessions stand that sells meat that at some point came from an animal and then proceed to complain that there is too much fat on your sandwich. When you can find me a non-fat cow or pig, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Complain about the prices on the menu to the cashier when the 8 oz. beer in your hand costs more than anything on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Verbally attack the cashier when an item on the menu runs out (because there were a million people in front of you in line who wanted just what you wanted) as if it was his or her fault that he or she can’t make raw meat cook in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask to have your sandwich cut in half and then proceed to argue with the cashier that the reason he or she CANNOT CUT YOUR SANDWICH--“for health department reasons, we cannot cut your sandwich, but we have knives over in the pull out draws for you to use”-- is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask where the barbeque sauce is when it is right in front of you, clearly labeled. Especially after the cashier told you where it is, pointed at it, and described the “big black container” to you while you received your change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After failing to listen to the cashier’s condiment and barbecue sauce speech, proceed to put hot sauce on your sandwich and then expect the vendor to give you a new sandwich because you are an idiot and can’t read sauce labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get to the front of the line and not know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Change your mind halfway through your order after your food has been called back to be made and it has already been punched into the register, causing the cashier to have to start all over and the receipts for the boss to be off, making him more cranky than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask for an extra plate. Your food came on a plate; it is not just floating around. Why do you need another? They won’t give you one. Don’t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Order a lot of food and then expect the cashiers to be responsible for how you will carry all your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Complain your onion rings are cold. A) It is over a hundred degrees outside. B) The onion rings just came out of the fryer. C) Now you have to wait for 2:50 minutes for new ones that you will burn your mouth on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bring up the competitor BBQ stand. No one really cares. Do you honestly believe working for a food vendor for three weeks of the summer is a life long goal for the employees? It is not like they can control the differences and similarities between the two stands. They just are there to take your money and give you food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Participate in the talent contest at the neighboring stage and sing Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, or Carrie Underwood, when every other person for the past three days have already decided to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask where the napkins are when your elbow practically knocked the container off the counter in your effort to make your inquiry heard. The cashier feels pretty stupid telling you they are right in front of you, and you just look plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be particular about the quantity of ice in your soda. Light ice, no ice, lots of ice, not too much ice…a little more… little less, hold the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask to substitute the side on the combo meals. Even if the workers wanted to replace the potentially more healthy option for the fatty grease filled request, they can’t. The menu is contracted with the fair; it cannot be changed or altered. You can still get your fried curly fries as a side; they just won’t be part of a ‘combo.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Order food minutes before the park closes causing the overworked tired employees to re-wash and re-clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Order, pay, and walk away. Your food is not going to grow legs and find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Order, pay, forget what you ordered, and lose your receipt in the thirty seconds it took for your food to come out. But since you don’t know it is your food, it sits, unclaimed, getting cold (by customer opinion, of course, not weather standards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a mess. Leave a mess. On anything an employee will have to clean and scrub, only because you cannot remain a civilized human being and feel the need to act like an animal or a bratty child. Your pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1994838583435403168?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1994838583435403168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1994838583435403168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1994838583435403168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1994838583435403168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-annoy-food-vendor-employee-at.html' title='How to annoy a food vendor employee at the county fair:'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-7611955542721972926</id><published>2009-07-22T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:11:58.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abbey road'/><title type='text'>Quit telling people I sprang from your loins*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my father and his favorite child...dancing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51137e98c46bdf86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51137e98c46bdf86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285622%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6112C2CD8D333F18324580B329E3F146999B9A10.61535D1176C95847FFC3562C8F9D2C07BF21DF39%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51137e98c46bdf86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8wi5fbgcR7dmV0YzQM8reFWJyJc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51137e98c46bdf86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285622%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6112C2CD8D333F18324580B329E3F146999B9A10.61535D1176C95847FFC3562C8F9D2C07BF21DF39%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51137e98c46bdf86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8wi5fbgcR7dmV0YzQM8reFWJyJc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*I have to give Woody Allen credit for this line.  Scarlett Johansson delivers it to him in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457513/"&gt;Scoop&lt;/a&gt;," a movie which I enjoyed more upon the second viewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-7611955542721972926?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=51137e98c46bdf86&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7611955542721972926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=7611955542721972926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7611955542721972926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7611955542721972926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quit-telling-people-i-sprang-from-your_22.html' title='Quit telling people I sprang from your loins*'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1675609816092504792</id><published>2009-06-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:44:16.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june 17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joel davis'/><title type='text'>june 17</title><content type='html'>Last year I was interviewed for this documentary.  Thank god they cut me out, because I felt super awkward doing it and apparently kept looking into the camera.  But I do make a cameo in a pre-prom picture right around the 4min 30sec mark (and the out-of-focus collage behind Debbie's head).  The guys who did it were really nice and talked to me about Wes Anderson movies (which Joel introduced me to) and how "Milk" was shooting in San Francisco at the time.  Anyway, I think it turned out decent for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://impactteendrivers.org/swfs/mediaplayer.swf" width="470" height="255" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="width=470&amp;amp;height=255&amp;amp;file=http://impactteendrivers.org/uploads/videos/0000/0030/joel_small.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I understand, it comes with a few other stories as a supplemental video to the video they show every sophomore class in California now as part of a don't-speed thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1675609816092504792?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1675609816092504792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1675609816092504792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1675609816092504792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1675609816092504792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-17.html' title='june 17'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4702612965606302166</id><published>2009-05-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:52:27.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a phone call</title><content type='html'>"Mom decided she'd rather watch 'Psych' than listen to me read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; to Dad." - my little sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-4702612965606302166?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4702612965606302166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4702612965606302166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4702612965606302166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4702612965606302166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/05/phone-call.html' title='a phone call'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-560972085819576462</id><published>2009-04-14T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:23:12.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abbey road'/><title type='text'>abbey road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVe2ANO3II/AAAAAAAAADs/WgHazm3Ckkc/s1600-h/abbey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is long overdue, but better late than never.  This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/span&gt;, our parents' Yorkie-Shih Tzu puppy.  I love her.  Meg does, too.  She just doesn't fully realize it yet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVev1bYZOI/AAAAAAAAADk/zxpH1xXH0j0/s1600-h/abbey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVev1bYZOI/AAAAAAAAADk/zxpH1xXH0j0/s1600-h/abbey2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVev1bYZOI/AAAAAAAAADk/zxpH1xXH0j0/s320/abbey2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324766310324266210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There exists somewhere a video of Dad (pictured below) "dancing" with Abbey when she was really little.  I'll put it up here if I can ever figure out how to do that.  It's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVe2ANO3II/AAAAAAAAADs/WgHazm3Ckkc/s320/abbey4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324766416296926338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-560972085819576462?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/560972085819576462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=560972085819576462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/560972085819576462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/560972085819576462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/abbey-road.html' title='abbey road'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeVev1bYZOI/AAAAAAAAADk/zxpH1xXH0j0/s72-c/abbey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-7431105462479143202</id><published>2009-04-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:23:49.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter baskets'/><title type='text'>psyched.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeKBiOMdH5I/AAAAAAAAADU/J-J73EDyumU/s1600-h/psych_usa_wallpaper_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeKBiOMdH5I/AAAAAAAAADU/J-J73EDyumU/s320/psych_usa_wallpaper_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323960134431219602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over spring break, my sister received season 2 of &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/psych/"&gt;"Psych"&lt;/a&gt; in her Easter basket (yes, at 19 and 20 we still get Easter baskets).  Having gotten the first two seasons of the far superior "Seinfeld" in my own Easter basket, I wasn't too interested.  Meg watches about 6 other procedural crime shows, so I can't say her tastes are too discerning.  But then she started playing "Psych" episodes.  When I was in the house.  And could hear them.  I became intrigued...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Psych," which airs on USA, is basically about two friends who have a psychic business... but neither of them is actually psychic.  One of them is just super observant, and is just using the psychic cover to gain credibility as a detective (It makes perfect sense, I know).  The other one seems logistically useless, but he drives a blue Echo, so he certainly brings something to the table.  From what I gather so far, they go "undercover" by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi2280456217/"&gt;using silly names&lt;/a&gt;, look around at stuff to solve the case, and then make a big scene about psychic "visions," exposing the generic bad guy.  They also always seem to be desperate to cut in on police cases because the police can apparently pay them more money than they can make privately.  And if they do take a private case, it always, always, ALWAYS becomes related to whatever the po-po are currently investigating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mystery part of the show is ridiculous.  I learned quickly that it follows the Scooby-Doo formula: if a subsidiary character has a line early in the episode, he or she is probably the murderer/almost murderer/thief/etc.   The cops are stupid, and the villains are even stupider.   But the show's genius lies in its ability to cram a huge number of pop culture references into the witty banter of its primary characters, Shawn and Gus (played by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0734442/"&gt;James Roday&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0384211/"&gt;Dule Hill&lt;/a&gt;), between conversation about the actual case.  It makes me giggle, and I especially love that I don't have to actually sit down and watch it to enjoy it.  As I follow about 8 shows with additional DVD viewing, I'm big on multi-tasking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I wish they'd make it even more zany, "Arrested Development"-style, I'm still pretty stoked about a show that can make clever and seamless quips about Keyser Soze, the guy from the Pollo Loco commercials, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are You There, God?  It's Me, Margaret&lt;/span&gt; without breaking a sweat.  And if you don't know who Keyser Soze is, go rent "The Usual Suspects."  Right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-7431105462479143202?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7431105462479143202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=7431105462479143202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7431105462479143202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7431105462479143202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/psyched.html' title='psyched.'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SeKBiOMdH5I/AAAAAAAAADU/J-J73EDyumU/s72-c/psych_usa_wallpaper_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-8875264681482255914</id><published>2009-03-27T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:08:25.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>Birthday Blast.</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite things include: food, bowling, and being silly. So what better way to celebrate my birthday than to include all three? I know, I am brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Lauren, Aly, Chelsea and Josselyn were just happy I did not submit them to watching Star Wars all day. (Although that would have been amazing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318035383177780498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sc11AT1FHRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EuA88TTBfZ8/s400/IMG_2808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be pretty beast at bowling. (even if my bowling &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=6259998&amp;amp;id=500995636"&gt;techniques&lt;/a&gt; are unconventional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318036368385478994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sc115qA5kVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lG6T1tG5CPk/s320/IMG_2812.jpg" border="0" /&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/6795335826514338707-8875264681482255914?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8875264681482255914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=8875264681482255914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/8875264681482255914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/8875264681482255914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-blast.html' title='Birthday Blast.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sc11AT1FHRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EuA88TTBfZ8/s72-c/IMG_2808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1293526877855963140</id><published>2009-03-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:54:38.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jedi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><title type='text'>have you been trained?</title><content type='html'>They say &lt;em&gt;dreams come true&lt;/em&gt; there and they mean it. My first time witnessing Disneyland's Jedi Training Academy was no disappointment. Whose dream isn't to be trained as a Jedi? Little youngling trained hard and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdRX34CX0zo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1971513EF85D6F79&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=4"&gt;fought well&lt;/a&gt; against the Dark Side (even when their lightsabers were largely aimed at the legs of the Darths') They must have spent lots of time with the Ewoks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312909282136350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sbs-19Wc3bI/AAAAAAAAADw/3KulixKewXM/s400/20080208_083-a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Darth Vader made quite an entrance (even without the rising stage and smoke) and exit after losing face to little kids. All the younglings avoided Jango Fett's fate by mastering the 'duck.' Some were so talented (short) that they didn't even need to duck/dodge the scarlet lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312909728946635586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sbs_P92Uw0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vZZiDd0r6J4/s320/IMG_2779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darth Maul sensed the force was strong in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312909730251706562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sbs_QCtekMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZVUbdWJ-izI/s320/IMG_2787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He was scared)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1293526877855963140?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1293526877855963140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1293526877855963140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1293526877855963140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1293526877855963140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-been-trained.html' title='have you been trained?'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/Sbs-19Wc3bI/AAAAAAAAADw/3KulixKewXM/s72-c/20080208_083-a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4766794654852108302</id><published>2009-03-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:32:44.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renee walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack bauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>renee walker is the new jack bauer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SbRxW2gTKWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJeboYTMWgs/s1600-h/24-renee-with-gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SbRxW2gTKWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJeboYTMWgs/s320/24-renee-with-gun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310994497978706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*SPOILERS AHEAD (but only of previously-aired "24" episodes)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a diehard fan of "24," and have lost interest during some of the past years, whenever the storyline gets less personal and more political.  But this season, with the return of old boss Bill Buchanan, the formerly-dead Tony Almeida, and my personal favorite, the still awesomely awkward hack-master Chloe O'Brian, I have been pretty rivited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of this season is probably one of its new characters: FBI agent Renee Walker. I knew I was going to like her from the moment she gave Jack the go-ahead to do whatever he needed to do to get whatever information they needed from whatever forgettable subsidiary bad guy they had in the first episode.  Then when Jack and Walker went after Tony together, they proved to be a great team.  Finally, Jack has a female sidekick who isn't a traitor (Nina), a bit socially retarded (Chloe), or compelled to constantly speak in a half-whisper while making brooding faces (Tony, who still seems to be bitter he lost out on that Batman role to Christian Bale... and yes, I just called him a girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she works for a real government agency rather than an imaginary one, and she may betray more emotion than mere urgency, showing us a few weeks ago that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; "feels pain," but other than that, Agent Walker has a lot in common with Jack.  She goes after the bad guys alone when her boss tells her not to.  She's narrowly escaped death time and time again--even after being shot in the neck and burried alive.  She even shed her her suit for an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SbRxPqYYU2I/AAAAAAAAADE/8IJiGqi4QQY/s1600-h/large_renee-walker-and-jack-bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SbRxPqYYU2I/AAAAAAAAADE/8IJiGqi4QQY/s200/large_renee-walker-and-jack-bauer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310994374465180514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; edgier jeans-and-jacket ensemble.  And most importantly, she doesn't seem to mind a little light torture.  She does what she has to do to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for a little Walker-Bauer romance before the day is out, because whatever relationship they've been hinting at between Rene and her FBI boss seems super boring, and the FBI boss seems super shady.  But even if they don't go that way, I'm stoked she's a part of the show.  I hope they let her survive the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-4766794654852108302?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4766794654852108302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4766794654852108302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4766794654852108302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4766794654852108302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/03/renee-walker-is-new-jack-bauer.html' title='renee walker is the new jack bauer.'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SbRxW2gTKWI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJeboYTMWgs/s72-c/24-renee-with-gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-6764742219559286696</id><published>2009-02-21T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:07:21.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>my (megan's) picks.</title><content type='html'>I am not near as educated nor do I care as much about what makes a good movie; I just want to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here would be my picks/categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Biggest Disappointment:&lt;/span&gt; Indian Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Should Know When to Stop Making More Sequels:&lt;/span&gt; Clone Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Most Relatable&lt;/span&gt;: Fanboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Wish I Lived There:&lt;/span&gt; Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best Stupid Musical:&lt;/span&gt; TIE- Hamlet 2 and High School Musical 3: Senior Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best Action/ Superhero:&lt;/span&gt; The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Runner-up&lt;/span&gt;: Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Most Heartbreaking:&lt;/span&gt; Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Most Unnecessary Confusion:&lt;/span&gt; 7 Pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Could Watch Over and Over:&lt;/span&gt; TIE- Twilight and Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best War:&lt;/span&gt; Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEVISION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best Reality:&lt;/span&gt; The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Most Confusing:&lt;/span&gt; Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best Comedy:&lt;/span&gt; TIE- Weeds and The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best Drama:&lt;/span&gt; 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Best "Who Done it:"&lt;/span&gt; TIE- Bones and Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Wish There Was No Elimination:&lt;/span&gt; The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Will Never be as Good as Season One:&lt;/span&gt; Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTORS:&lt;br /&gt;Some were good, some were bad; who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-6764742219559286696?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6764742219559286696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=6764742219559286696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6764742219559286696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6764742219559286696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-picks.html' title='my (megan&apos;s) picks.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-5658129232077947484</id><published>2009-02-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:15:08.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>awards season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SaCfDvuAUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/pUProUlPfGY/s1600-h/angelina-jolie-golden-globes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SaCfDvuAUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/pUProUlPfGY/s200/angelina-jolie-golden-globes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305415247740293506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oscars, which I once informed my father are "my Superbowl," are tomorrow.  I'm not in total concurrence with the nominees, the likely winners, or even the award categories, and I've seen most of the nominees this year, so I actually feel like I know what I'm talking about.  So this year, I'm publishing my own personal picks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;MOVIES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Picture:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIzbwV7on6Q"&gt;“Slumdog Millionaire”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Runner-up:&lt;/span&gt; “Gran Torino”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Male Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Mickey Rourke, “The Wrestler”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Female Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Angelina Jolie, “Changeling”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Runner-up:&lt;/span&gt; Kate Winslet, “&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Director:&lt;/span&gt; TIE – Danny Boyle, “Slumdog Millionaire” and Clint Eastwood, “Gran Torino”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Supporting Male Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Heath Ledger, “The Dark Knight”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Supporting Female Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Penelope Cruz, “Vicky Christina Barcelona” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Comedy:&lt;/span&gt; “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Action Movie:&lt;/span&gt; “The Dark Knight”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Screenplay:&lt;/span&gt; “Slumdog Millionaire” &lt;i style=""&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I know that this is an adaptation, but as I haven’t read the novel Q &amp;amp; A, I shall consider the script alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Adapted Screenplay:&lt;/span&gt; “The Reader” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Cinematography:&lt;/span&gt; "Slumdog Millionaire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Most Depressing: &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Revolutionary   Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Biggest Disappointment:&lt;/span&gt; TIE – “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” and “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” &lt;i style=""&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;To be fair, I haven’t seen "Ben Button."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But after hearing a multitude of lackluster reviews from people who know a lot about movies, I have no desire to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is apparently way too long, and lacks conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Bad Movie That Was More Entertaining Than Most Good Movies:&lt;/span&gt; TIE – “Wanted” and “Twilight”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Angst:&lt;/span&gt; Evan Rachel Wood, “The Wrestler”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Train Wreck: &lt;/span&gt;Mickey Rourke, “The Wrestler”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Character Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Kristen Wiig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Kiss:&lt;/span&gt; Angelina Jolie and James MacAvoy, "Wanted"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Movie Theater Commentary:&lt;/span&gt; "It's been too long since 'Tokyo Drift.'" - &lt;a href="http://daniel-bowen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dan Bowen&lt;/a&gt;, after the new "Fast &amp;amp; Furious" trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Runner-up:&lt;/span&gt; "Yay!" - Ashley Vargus, after the first 7-ish minutes of "Revolutionary Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;TELEVISION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Drama:&lt;/span&gt; TIE – “Dexter” and “24” &lt;i style=""&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This season may have missed the awards cut-off, but I don’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m making up my own awards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Comedy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON0l0KWgucc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;“The Office”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Miniseries/TV Movie:&lt;/span&gt; “Raisin in the Sun”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Male Actor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;– Drama: &lt;/span&gt;Michael C. Hall, “Dexter”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Female Actor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;– Drama:&lt;/span&gt; Jennifer Carpenter, “Dexter”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Male Actor – Comedy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTj47rcuM-4"&gt;Alec Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;, “30 Rock”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Female Actor – Comedy:&lt;/span&gt; Mary Louise Parker, “Weeds”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Reality Show:&lt;/span&gt; “The Amazing Race”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Biggest Disappointment: &lt;/span&gt;“Heroes”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trashiest Guilty Pleasure:&lt;/span&gt; “Rock of Love: Bus Tour”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Runner-up:&lt;/span&gt; “The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tool&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Talk Show:&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Lately”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;AWARDS SEASON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SaCf09U9mrI/AAAAAAAAACk/woWCq3egry0/s1600-h/144A47BB-E8FB-9942-3747F7845A6E82CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SaCf09U9mrI/AAAAAAAAACk/woWCq3egry0/s200/144A47BB-E8FB-9942-3747F7845A6E82CA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416093206944434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Speech:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgoUmqGK19Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/a&gt;, anytime he wins something  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Most Obnoxious Speech:&lt;/span&gt; Anne Hathaway, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Critics’ Choice Awards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Biggest Snub:&lt;/span&gt; Clint Eastwood, &lt;i style=""&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Dress:&lt;/span&gt; TIE – Angelina Jolie, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Golden Globes&lt;/i&gt;, and Freida Pinto, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Screen Actors Guild Awards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best Newcomers:&lt;/span&gt; Dev Patel and Freida Pinto, “Slumdog Millionaire”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Why-Is-She-Invited-To-This-Awards-Show Award:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dRusWBMGqI"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I know some of my clips are from previous years.  Sorry.  They're the best I could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-5658129232077947484?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5658129232077947484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=5658129232077947484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/5658129232077947484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/5658129232077947484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/awards-season.html' title='awards season'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SaCfDvuAUYI/AAAAAAAAACc/pUProUlPfGY/s72-c/angelina-jolie-golden-globes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4093162665498111785</id><published>2009-02-09T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:22:31.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanboys'/><title type='text'>in the attempt to redeem my lameness.</title><content type='html'>I apologize deeply to all you avid followers of this blog (I know there are many of you, after all our lives are oh so fascinating) for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Lauren might as well struck gold for all I'm concerned; She found "Fanboys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already hesitant, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, I can guarantee you will start trying to pre buy your tickets now. Yes, what I am indeed referring to is the film "Fanboys." It will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my word for it though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntzYG9t5zi0"&gt;Fanboys trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_syC8nq_uWo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=EF37F515710965B2&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Fanboys teaser trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300723473800924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SY_z6jx6j0I/AAAAAAAAADo/JlM02WgPUvE/s400/fanboys_image__1_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-4093162665498111785?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4093162665498111785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4093162665498111785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4093162665498111785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4093162665498111785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-attempt-to-redeem-my-lameness.html' title='in the attempt to redeem my lameness.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SY_z6jx6j0I/AAAAAAAAADo/JlM02WgPUvE/s72-c/fanboys_image__1_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1102293097510555148</id><published>2008-12-12T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:38:58.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alyson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiments'/><title type='text'>Christmas Time Is Here. (well, sort of, close enough)</title><content type='html'>The completion of Thanksgiving only meant the beginning of Christmas! Our fabulous father let us use his pre-lit Christmas tree (probably so he could get a new one). A trip to Big!Lots, some ornaments, a few candy canes and a box of bows later, we had our Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279150650014361106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNPi8ng5hI/AAAAAAAAACA/jkKm9RM5ey4/s200/IMG_2567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the crafty adventurous, down-for-anything sister that she is, Lo decided to take a stab at making chocolate covered peppermint preztels. She was on chocolate duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279151165494920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNQA87qBgI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6lVLmR2EEU/s320/IMG_2568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she put me to work hammering peppermint candies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279151611932561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNQa8Crz6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vsq4sL5oDj8/s320/IMG_2572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a delicious mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly told me I could not fully appreciate the joy of the holidays without a trip to DisneyLand. Having never experienced decorated Disney at Christmastime, I became a little kid in a candy shop, wide eyes of amaziment. (Yeah, I know. I am pretty cool.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Sleeping Beauty's castle light up as the park "snowed." Lots of lights. LOTS of lights. It was amazing. Once again. Little Kid--&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279152087655175202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNQ2oPy1CI/AAAAAAAAACY/qnlwueLS7MI/s320/IMG_2580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you are not amazed. I dare you. Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended our evening at &lt;strong&gt;California.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSZedqnvI/AAAAAAAAACg/16I6KcguHXo/s1600-h/IMG_2585b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279153785836052210" style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSZedqnvI/AAAAAAAAACg/16I6KcguHXo/s320/IMG_2585b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, Megan. You could take a picture by the, uh... there is no "m" in California."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSaNpFrAI/AAAAAAAAACw/nvGMW2irfKY/s1600-h/IMG_2592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279153798500428802" style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSaNpFrAI/AAAAAAAAACw/nvGMW2irfKY/s320/IMG_2592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the creative genius that I am, I made a "m" (sort of... okay maybe not) out of the "n." We also took pictures by the "A" for the Amazingness that we are, and the "C" for Crazy Cool Christmas Fun. ("Too bad "fun" doesn't start with "C").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSZq7K6xI/AAAAAAAAACo/TrL6rlAMuGM/s1600-h/IMG_2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279153789181029138" style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSZq7K6xI/AAAAAAAAACo/TrL6rlAMuGM/s320/IMG_2591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSaZkUkvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vZloK-2NM9E/s1600-h/IMG_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279153801701659378" style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSaZkUkvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vZloK-2NM9E/s320/IMG_2595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since most of the roommates are surfing, broomsticking, horse drawn carriaging, or pogo sticking our ways home soon, we celebrated Christmas tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas at 2236 would not be complete without silly gifts, stockings, personalized cds, funny pictures (maybe you can see them some other time), &lt;em&gt;twilight&lt;/em&gt; references, and a 90's dance party. Yep. You heard right. What better way to celebrate the season of giving than with boy bands as the background soundtrack in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received some pretty sweet Star Wars trading cards. (I know you all are probably jealous, but I'm sorry, I don't see myself trading them anytime soon.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279798461338020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUWcuh206mI/AAAAAAAAADY/-hg8RoPDPYk/s320/IMG_2604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren got a lovely "Pretty Kitty" calandar. (let's just say she didn't harvest the same enthusiasm as I had toward the trading cards...mostly because the cats in it looked like demons...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279155767924760514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNUM2UcH8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/UaoM4trX5Q8/s200/IMG_2605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279154154854020162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNSu9KZ9EI/AAAAAAAAADA/GcIkdLmdkNg/s400/IMG_2610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1102293097510555148?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1102293097510555148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1102293097510555148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1102293097510555148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1102293097510555148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here-well-sort-of.html' title='Christmas Time Is Here. (well, sort of, close enough)'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SUNPi8ng5hI/AAAAAAAAACA/jkKm9RM5ey4/s72-c/IMG_2567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4465686858696319655</id><published>2008-12-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:09:59.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Our Grandma, Uncle Steve, and cousins Taylor and Brooklyn came over for Thanksgiving, which was a typical Johnson-Lesch gathering... We ate lots of wonderful food, most of which was prepared by Grandma, then had multiple desserts, and then had a cheese ball and crackers for dinner. In keeping with tradition, the evening included watching "Seinfeld" episodes, reading entertainment magazines, and playing Balderdash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the more laughable quotes from the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Brooklyn, are those your real eyelashes?"&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn: "Yep, It's all in the mascara."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What are you using?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Steve: "Tar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Food that's not translucent freaks me out." - Megan, in response to creamy Jell-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that Joe's in trouble. He broke up with that girl." - Grandma, speaking (unprovoked) of Joe Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the Negroes do when they play music." - Mom, in her Balderdash definition for the word "Tappen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More heavy gravy?" - Taylor, quoting the "Seinfeld" episode in which Jerry, George, and Elaine drug Jerry's girlfriend in order to play with her toy collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty stoked to go back home for Christmas for more family reunions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-4465686858696319655?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4465686858696319655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4465686858696319655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4465686858696319655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4465686858696319655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-2991479958293333987</id><published>2008-11-23T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:01:06.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marcus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clue'/><title type='text'>CLUEsical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CLUE: The Musical, starring our good friend Marcus Kaye, as Mr. Green, incorporated singing, dancing, audience participation, and many awkward yet hilarious moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272126385771318706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SSpbA9LdDbI/AAAAAAAAABA/uyaSP2keNZM/s320/n35804880_32508361_7368%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mr. Green, the chosen killer by the audience, loved money and could never seem to say a common expression correctly. &lt;em&gt;That's the way the cookie bounces....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Being a lover of board games, I did not even hesitate in deciphering the clues given throughout, a task seemingly too difficult for Lauren, Aly, and Matt, who found the suspect notepad and Clue program perfect for doodling and inventing incomprehensible sentences by adding and omitting letters and words. I am also proud that I was able to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;figure out the killer, weapon, and the room&lt;/span&gt; before Mr. Boddy was even killed. (minus the twist at the end).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6795335826514338707-2991479958293333987?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2991479958293333987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=2991479958293333987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/2991479958293333987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/2991479958293333987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/cluesical.html' title='CLUEsical'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SSpbA9LdDbI/AAAAAAAAABA/uyaSP2keNZM/s72-c/n35804880_32508361_7368%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-2743817119542644673</id><published>2008-11-22T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:10:39.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoilers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>twi-guy</title><content type='html'>Our friend Matt got to go to a sneak preview of "Twilight" for MTV's "Spoilers" and talk to the cast afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is asking the cast a question during the &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/movies/317737/how-will-taylor-get-taller-tom-cruise-lifts.jhtml#movieId=1581588"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/a&gt;. He would be the ONLY GUY in the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/movies/318382/fan-reactions-it-was-very-intimidating.jhtml#movieId=1581588"&gt;BS-ing MTV people&lt;/a&gt; when they asked him his reaction to the movie. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he's become so big and important in his new role as "Twi-Guy," he's been acting too cool to be my friend. I will wear him down eventually, as I plan to have starring roles in his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Renagade920"&gt;YouTube digital shorts&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not there yet, but even so, I managed to get a picture with this highly sought after up-and-coming celebrity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSkFKSy8U-I/AAAAAAAAACU/5kVJTqSCtfU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271750513216213986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSkFKSy8U-I/AAAAAAAAACU/5kVJTqSCtfU/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that he's holding the book like the hands on the cover are holding the apple. And that he looks really excited to be hanging out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-2743817119542644673?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2743817119542644673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=2743817119542644673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/2743817119542644673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/2743817119542644673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/twi-guy.html' title='twi-guy'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSkFKSy8U-I/AAAAAAAAACU/5kVJTqSCtfU/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-4324490412615954839</id><published>2008-11-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:04:25.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>twilighting</title><content type='html'>This evening, my roommates, our unfortunate visitor Jason Ash, who was dragged, and I had the pleasure of viewing the new film "Twilight." Yes, we paid the $9.50 per ticket. Yes, we stood in a line of pre-teen girls, their moms, and few poor dates that wrapped around the movie theater. Yes, we even managed to read the romance novel saga penned by Stephenie Meyer (about a pair of teenage lovers, Bella and Edward, who is a vampire) upon which the movie is based in preparation. And that is a task--albeit a fascinating and entertaining one--but a task nonetheless. And it was worth it, and would have been even if the new &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/harrypotterandthehalfbloodprince/"&gt;Harry Potter trailer&lt;/a&gt; didn't play before the movie. I know I've basically just outed myself as a super nerd, but before you hate, hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meyer's writing, which seems to adhere to a tell-not-show rule, is tedious and excessively wordy. Aly (roommate, best friend, Disney princess) pointed out that she spends no fewer than 50 pages describing Bella's curiosity and confusion when Edward is missing from school for two days. While the film only makes a brief moment of this occurrence, but it still inherits Meyer's biggest problem: Bella and Edward's obsessive love is unmotivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was hoping that the movie might incorporate some meaningful dialog between the two before Bella declares "I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him," the ridiculousness of the premise is what makes the reading and watching of "Twilight" so hilarious. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson are an attractive pair, but I got the impression that despite all the over-acting, they were still taking the project seriously. This unconditional and irrevocable love is expressed only through Bella's thoughts and gestures like Edward's frequent stroking of her cheek. When this magic gesture played out onscreen tonight, Ashley (roomie), Aly, and I could not repress the impulse to laugh or the impulse to stroke one another's cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also a fantastic aspect of the film was that there was no shortage of smoldering.* This isn't a production still, but it might as well be. They all looked exactly like that. Check it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271396092252728034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSfC0R0bKuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vCjzlf4X774/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley pointed out afterward that Edward's smolder (foreground) resembles &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYxu_MQSTTY"&gt;David Blaine's street magic face&lt;/a&gt;. That's nothing compared to Jasper, though. He literally went the whole movie (okay, so maybe he opened and closed his mouth sometimes) with this expression...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271396688083444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSfDW9diYuI/AAAAAAAAACE/03ZpzZZDuKM/s200/jasper_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... thus making himself my favorite character. I laughed every time he entered the frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other great moments included Edward smelling smelling Bella's intoxicating scent for the first time and appearing as though he might vomit, Edward and Bella staring at each other wordlessly in a meadow for a solid two minutes, and this ridiculousness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271398008332402642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSfEjzxav9I/AAAAAAAAACM/iWrzQONVJw8/s200/twilight-backlot-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, that's not Yoda. That would be Bella riding on Edward's back as he runs with super speed through the forests of Forks, Washington. I know, she looks like &lt;a href="http://blogs.starwars.com/static/img/image-selector/full/original-trilogy/episode-v/05.jpg"&gt;Yoda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roommates and I hope to soon reinact some of these gems of scenes and post video for the enjoyment of those of you who prefer not to spend the movie fare. Even so, I would still have to recommend that you do. It may the best unintentional comedy I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*One of the most frequently used words in the Twilight book series, along with "perfect," "beautiful," and variations of "dazzle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6795335826514338707-4324490412615954839?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4324490412615954839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=4324490412615954839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4324490412615954839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/4324490412615954839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilighting.html' title='twilighting'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SSfC0R0bKuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vCjzlf4X774/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-3584329725685849297</id><published>2008-11-20T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:15:19.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Quotes'/><title type='text'>The Office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dwight Schrute: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-3584329725685849297?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3584329725685849297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=3584329725685849297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/3584329725685849297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/3584329725685849297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/office_20.html' title='The Office.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-599020329569666419</id><published>2008-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:11:36.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Quotes'/><title type='text'>The Office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kelly:  We're back together again, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ryan:  We're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kelly:  They tried to keep us apart but they couldn't. It was like destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ryan:  I-- I realized that for whatever reason, I just couldn't do better than Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kelly:  Awww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-599020329569666419?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/599020329569666419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=599020329569666419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/599020329569666419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/599020329569666419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/office.html' title='The Office.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-6283319786010129000</id><published>2008-11-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:22:07.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marcus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance party'/><title type='text'>witches and warlocks ball/ marcus's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQywW5td7MI/AAAAAAAAABU/rFhu8-Ma9U0/s1600-h/21+and+halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775971984403650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQywW5td7MI/AAAAAAAAABU/rFhu8-Ma9U0/s200/21+and+halloween+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oct 30, we celebrated the 21st birthday of another best friend, &lt;a href="http://www.oldhollywoodcalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcus Kaye&lt;/a&gt;, at the ever classy T.G.I. Friday's. Marcus and Aly smugly bought each other &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=32443684&amp;amp;op=2&amp;amp;o=global&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=35804919&amp;amp;id=35804919"&gt;super fruity drinks&lt;/a&gt; and the rest of us just ate food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we got into Halloween garb and went to the Witches and Warlocks Ball at the film school. With a last-minute change, I decided to go as Carmen Sandiego, a character that everyone knows but no one recognizes. I couldn't have possibly competed with the Christian Siriano costume(Marcus) anyway. Ginny Weasley (Meg) was pretty amazing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQywlHWcWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zpsea_OFqpQ/s1600-h/21+and+halloween+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263776216164096354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQywlHWcWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zpsea_OFqpQ/s200/21+and+halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we tore it up on the dance floor. Aly got hit on about 3 times, Megan knew more people there than I did, and I gave 2 high-fives and 1 high-six. It was a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-6283319786010129000?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6283319786010129000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=6283319786010129000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6283319786010129000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/6283319786010129000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/witches-and-warlocks-ball-marcuss-b-day.html' title='witches and warlocks ball/ marcus&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQywW5td7MI/AAAAAAAAABU/rFhu8-Ma9U0/s72-c/21+and+halloween+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1651759390857638983</id><published>2008-11-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:03:54.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coolest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbert'/><title type='text'>coolest pumpkin ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQynxHhaWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUk5hXgWMUE/s1600-h/IMG_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263766526763882722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQynxHhaWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUk5hXgWMUE/s200/IMG_2546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I shall call him Herbert. and Herbert shall be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1651759390857638983?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1651759390857638983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1651759390857638983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1651759390857638983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1651759390857638983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/11/coolest-pumpkin-ever.html' title='coolest pumpkin ever.'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQynxHhaWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUk5hXgWMUE/s72-c/IMG_2546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-7394428930934253525</id><published>2008-10-29T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:21:26.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nilla'/><title type='text'>lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SSniuvfOLWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_SF8-Kl6r7k/s1600-h/IMG_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271994131463155042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SSniuvfOLWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_SF8-Kl6r7k/s320/IMG_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren, aka nilla wafer, is blonde (right now at least) and sarcastic. She enjoys simple things in life like grammar, boots (or shoes that make noise), and reading. She is jealous of her younger sister's jedi skills and wishes she could be a jedi herself. Her lack of force power is made up for by her genius writing abilities. She loves dresses and scarfs and Clinton, Stacy, and Tim Gunn are a few of her heroes. &lt;em&gt;She's the Man&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Office, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall,&lt;/em&gt; are commonly quoted throughout the apartment. She hates nature. She is witty and amazing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQj_tbMgtJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_gQXvslVSN4/s1600-h/8-6-2007-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262737320441853074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQj_tbMgtJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_gQXvslVSN4/s320/8-6-2007-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6795335826514338707-7394428930934253525?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7394428930934253525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=7394428930934253525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7394428930934253525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/7394428930934253525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/lauren.html' title='lauren'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06691114596167096611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SQyms5GLlAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K-9yWeA5KIQ/S220/IMG_1045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4L7tECcDwxI/SSniuvfOLWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_SF8-Kl6r7k/s72-c/IMG_1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-5158260613033839687</id><published>2008-10-26T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:20:31.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alyson'/><title type='text'>aly's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQVHj1ap70I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jIjkaApCGl4/s1600-h/so+cal+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690420612165442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQVHj1ap70I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jIjkaApCGl4/s200/so+cal+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy 21st birthday to our roommate and best friend!&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Puffin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-5158260613033839687?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5158260613033839687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=5158260613033839687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/5158260613033839687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/5158260613033839687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/alys-birthday.html' title='aly&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQVHj1ap70I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jIjkaApCGl4/s72-c/so+cal+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795335826514338707.post-1696421093920998221</id><published>2008-10-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:20:05.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><title type='text'>megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQUHogJMXjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vngdnmEZF84/s1600-h/me+and+meg+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261620132056948274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQUHogJMXjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vngdnmEZF84/s320/me+and+meg+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan Elizabeth, aka Ginger Snap, is the youngling of the family. She is a ginger kid. She believes herself to be a jedi, and holds this title over her older sister, along with her math skills and ability to do things like open jars. You will often find her wearing stripes, or some creative combination of mismatched patterns and colors, and her fingernails are always either dark purple or something bright. She spends way too much time watching t.v., even embarrassing shows like "Dancing With the Stars." Her 16th birthday party was that of a 7-year-old boy, complete with Harry Potter, Spider-Man, and Star Wars decorations. She likes Star Wars a lot. She has watched all the episodes consecutively on two separate occasions. She has many shoes. Her laugh sounds a little like a goose. She's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795335826514338707-1696421093920998221?l=megandlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1696421093920998221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795335826514338707&amp;postID=1696421093920998221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1696421093920998221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795335826514338707/posts/default/1696421093920998221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megandlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/megan.html' title='megan'/><author><name>lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738249122613477131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQy2IKeN-cI/AAAAAAAAABk/i7022DQ-GQo/S220/me+and+meg+147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjGAYJAwzHc/SQUHogJMXjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vngdnmEZF84/s72-c/me+and+meg+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
