<?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-3951122437513998003</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:14:22.841-07:00</updated><category term='m83'/><category term='Chromeo'/><category term='movie monday'/><category term='ultra orange emmanuelle'/><category term='m.i.a.'/><category term='the velvet underground'/><category term='the rapture'/><category term='aqua'/><category term='vertical horizon'/><category term='the smashing pumpkins'/><category term='the deadly syndrome'/><category term='eagle eye cherry'/><category term='sigur ros'/><category term='peaches'/><category term='Asobi Seksu'/><category term='my bloody valentine'/><category term='the smiths'/><category term='phoenix'/><category term='Grizzly Bear'/><title type='text'>play me like a banjo</title><subtitle type='html'>simply a catharsis for a bored and lonely boy ( plus some music &amp;amp; movie shit)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8617113427933107103</id><published>2009-08-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:51:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diana+</title><content type='html'>bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQh1rdX6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/odcAbyjgphc/s1600-h/IMG1_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQh1rdX6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/odcAbyjgphc/s320/IMG1_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369645935496093602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQhWb6C1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JIg2MvenWlY/s1600-h/IMG1_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQhWb6C1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JIg2MvenWlY/s320/IMG1_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369645927109364562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQhLOuiGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1SZ833uo2A4/s1600-h/IMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQhLOuiGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1SZ833uo2A4/s320/IMG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369645924101294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQ4YR8NjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kHSlLuLQhi4/s1600-h/immmg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQ4YR8NjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kHSlLuLQhi4/s320/immmg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369646322741425714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one's obviously taken by another person, my sister. the only picture that came out not entirely shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(500) DAYS OF SUMMER&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack came in the mail today. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I'm Nancy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8617113427933107103?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8617113427933107103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8617113427933107103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8617113427933107103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8617113427933107103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/08/diana.html' title='diana+'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoTQh1rdX6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/odcAbyjgphc/s72-c/IMG1_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-9135974428017841038</id><published>2009-08-11T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:31:13.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hopeless romantics unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoEqtkfLkPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fg8pO0OrV9M/s1600-h/500_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoEqtkfLkPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fg8pO0OrV9M/s320/500_days_of_summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368619193179279602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because this is our movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the truly, super uber, relatable story. Loved the fact it's set in LA. Loved Zooey Deschanel. Loved JGL. Loved the IKEA scenes. Loved the LA park scenes. Loved majority of the scenes. LOVED LOVED LOVED the soundtrack. LOVED the fact that this movie featured TWO Regina Spektor songs, not ONE but DOS. Loved the references to The Smiths. Loved the artistic cinematography. Loved the visuals. Loved the MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie brilliance: 9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-9135974428017841038?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135974428017841038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=9135974428017841038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/9135974428017841038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/9135974428017841038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/08/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of Summer'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SoEqtkfLkPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fg8pO0OrV9M/s72-c/500_days_of_summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-2227638991225414292</id><published>2009-07-07T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:56:58.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina. I love you</title><content type='html'>New album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far, &lt;/span&gt;is quite beautiful I must say. If only I could meet someone like her in my life. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPMIXk-ipT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPMIXk-ipT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rov3pV9PsRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rov3pV9PsRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4RJob0jSCX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4RJob0jSCX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-2227638991225414292?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2227638991225414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=2227638991225414292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/2227638991225414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/2227638991225414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/07/regina-i-love-you.html' title='Regina. I love you'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6203005560825510024</id><published>2009-06-20T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:31:51.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIELAND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfLaApNzzDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfLaApNzzDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6203005560825510024?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6203005560825510024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6203005560825510024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6203005560825510024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6203005560825510024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/06/zombieland.html' title='ZOMBIELAND!!!'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5199600952378763536</id><published>2009-05-26T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:28:10.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pains of being pure at heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ShzBCF251kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/T8epzy5RwWo/s1600-h/thepainsofbeingpureatheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ShzBCF251kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/T8epzy5RwWo/s320/thepainsofbeingpureatheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340355499830924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has potential to become one of my favorite bands....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLVrTruj_Aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLVrTruj_Aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4itzHRpltQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4itzHRpltQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you feel, you say its not real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5199600952378763536?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5199600952378763536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5199600952378763536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5199600952378763536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5199600952378763536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pains-of-being-pure-at-heart.html' title='the pains of being pure at heart'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ShzBCF251kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/T8epzy5RwWo/s72-c/thepainsofbeingpureatheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6472458414294403927</id><published>2009-05-23T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:24:11.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Heart :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://screener.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/paper-heart-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 490px;" src="http://screener.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/paper-heart-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJP3GG_768Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJP3GG_768Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6472458414294403927?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6472458414294403927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6472458414294403927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6472458414294403927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6472458414294403927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/paper-heart.html' title='Paper Heart :]'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6292200684482089355</id><published>2009-05-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:03:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yann tiersen/asobi seksu @ the el rey</title><content type='html'>here's a winning formula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of joints + an asobi seksu show = win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6j_8uASFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmkXNpDMqr0/s1600-h/IMG_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6j_8uASFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmkXNpDMqr0/s400/IMG_4783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331879327879415890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to meet Yuki Chikudate( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;) She was amazingly adorable/beautiful in person. I got her to write my name on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Citrus&lt;/span&gt; copy. and I felt complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6kG14_xcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vmFxiL5a_8w/s1600-h/IMG_4787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6kG14_xcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vmFxiL5a_8w/s400/IMG_4787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331879446305555906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left was from the troubadour show and its already fcked up since it's a size too big plus there's a bleach stain. The one on the right is from yesterday night which is a perfect size and so far stain-free. win! I'm thinking of cutting out the print from the fcked up shirt and patching it on to a hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Asobi Seksu set was amazing but i longed for more because they were only opening, while Yann Tiersen( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the guy who created the music for the cute, French film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amelie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) was headlining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asobi played a decent amount of songs from their latest album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush&lt;/span&gt;, and from their previous album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Citrus&lt;/span&gt;. Like their last show, they weren't afraid to hold back and just went completely crazy as Yuki's hair swayed violently back and forth and back and forth to the roaring guitars and pounding drums. I, of course, got so lost and I felt "one with the music." Mmmmm. Greatest feeling in the entire world. It was awesome. Then of course, they ended with Yuki on the drums at the end of their song Red Sea. I believe it's a tradition for them. here's the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6j_8uASFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmkXNpDMqr0/s1600-h/IMG_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a58ed4c45eb9dabc" 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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da58ed4c45eb9dabc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284418%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4628DCC5CF9025B0E2D77294CABB18EDE4AFAEB5.15AB8EC57654CA22BF465D809B826DAFFE966B14%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da58ed4c45eb9dabc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmSd79zKveWDdl8xqIQqOrH0gUY&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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da58ed4c45eb9dabc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284418%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4628DCC5CF9025B0E2D77294CABB18EDE4AFAEB5.15AB8EC57654CA22BF465D809B826DAFFE966B14%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da58ed4c45eb9dabc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmSd79zKveWDdl8xqIQqOrH0gUY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asobi Seksu set: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yann Tiersen was very good. I'm definitely going to check more of his stuff out. I'm far too lazy and I don't really care too much about writing a lengthy description of his set so I'll just say I was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yann Tiersen 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-48d39d3b4e99e7a" 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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D048d39d3b4e99e7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284418%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77C781DD3664A92551AE76F8653D14800EC2B0E5.69F2646C7F1255A9CECA926ACD1A1087878E083D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48d39d3b4e99e7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYyXArsSSmJ1qMJT38wc_33XDBIw&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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D048d39d3b4e99e7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284418%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77C781DD3664A92551AE76F8653D14800EC2B0E5.69F2646C7F1255A9CECA926ACD1A1087878E083D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48d39d3b4e99e7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYyXArsSSmJ1qMJT38wc_33XDBIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, vicky! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle through your window, we act the same as you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6292200684482089355?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=48d39d3b4e99e7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a58ed4c45eb9dabc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6292200684482089355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6292200684482089355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6292200684482089355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6292200684482089355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/yann-tiersenasobi-seksu-el-rey.html' title='yann tiersen/asobi seksu @ the el rey'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sf6j_8uASFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmkXNpDMqr0/s72-c/IMG_4783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8265849242322427496</id><published>2009-05-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:03:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart zooey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJFutyUrllo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJFutyUrllo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful...   @ 00:21 BANJO!!!! WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SfvhYuU59pI/AAAAAAAAAXM/i9E_VCIHXDY/s1600-h/5nu9gm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SfvhYuU59pI/AAAAAAAAAXM/i9E_VCIHXDY/s320/5nu9gm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102398791939730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;july 17, 2009 couldn't be farther away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8265849242322427496?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8265849242322427496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8265849242322427496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8265849242322427496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8265849242322427496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-zooey.html' title='i heart zooey'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SfvhYuU59pI/AAAAAAAAAXM/i9E_VCIHXDY/s72-c/5nu9gm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3842116471341236871</id><published>2009-04-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:51:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poster frenzy</title><content type='html'>free movie posters = me collecting them. but only of the movies I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming flicks i need to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.awardsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/away-we-go-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 530px;" src="http://www.awardsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/away-we-go-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.awardsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/taking-woodstock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 568px;" src="http://www.awardsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/taking-woodstock2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/where_the_wild_things_are_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 543px;" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/where_the_wild_things_are_p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://incontention.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 551px;" src="http://incontention.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mpLvUY8TUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mpLvUY8TUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDDeqPuIME0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDDeqPuIME0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-oGqZBWQ9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-oGqZBWQ9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OzeXuSGzJzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OzeXuSGzJzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="205" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's much more. i forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3842116471341236871?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3842116471341236871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3842116471341236871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3842116471341236871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3842116471341236871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='poster frenzy'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4368732065374987167</id><published>2009-04-20T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:12:57.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zombeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imovies4you.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/zombie-strippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 424px;" src="http://imovies4you.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/zombie-strippers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know that anything zombie related usually = win. but that's not exactly the case for the movie  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie Strippers!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;starring the not-so-hot-as-she-used-to-be Jenna Jameson&lt;/span&gt;) In this case, it equals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me elaborate on the complex calculations of the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie Strippers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zombies=win&lt;br /&gt;strippers=win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zombies + strippers = double win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie Strippers! = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like coming home from a long day of work and flipping the tube on to view a world broadcast premiere on SPIKE of the movie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zombie Strippers!&lt;/span&gt; Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was actually decent. Most of the time, at least. The story itself wasn't exactly what you'd call profound or intellectual in any way, shape, or form. but it was compelling and very entertaining to watch. some of the special effects kinda sucked, and others looked pretty damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a countless number of WTF scenes. such as the first time we see zombie Jenna Jameson performing on stage. but the scene that hands down takes the cake for being the WTF-iest of them all has to be the "shooting balls through vagina scene." Zombie Jenna literally stuffs billiard balls inside her dead vagina. Then she aims and shoots them out at a zombie stripper rival. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its movie brilliance based on actual plot, cinematography, music, etc. is probably 4/10. but it's movie epicness is somewhere between a 8/10 and a 9/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out. from a comic called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/span&gt; which I failed to find in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SewqwbJnnsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Qp6IixbVdcY/s1600-h/eq2t0g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SewqwbJnnsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Qp6IixbVdcY/s320/eq2t0g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326679470682644162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wish the zombie apocalypse would happen because I think I could make it. And I think I could save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we could find a cure and save the world, or maybe we'd just fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fcking blows i'm spending 4/20 at school and then at work. lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like snow and stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4368732065374987167?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4368732065374987167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4368732065374987167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4368732065374987167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4368732065374987167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/zombeh.html' title='zombeh'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SewqwbJnnsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Qp6IixbVdcY/s72-c/eq2t0g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8139555337901600431</id><published>2009-04-18T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:58:16.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the smashing pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the smiths'/><title type='text'>i just wanna feel infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Seje7fq2_aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OyDA_THukTk/s1600-h/Photo+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Seje7fq2_aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OyDA_THukTk/s320/Photo+410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325751673060523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower yesterday. I loved it. I've always been partial to coming-of-age tales. Mainly because I can hugely relate to them. I love reading books like these because I always picture certain moments as scenes from a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, here's a little excerpt from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the dance, we left in Sam's pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn't know what was going on. Sam climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vaccuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And in that moment, I swear we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God, it just screams MOVIE MOMENT! Which, to be honest, I have not been getting enough of lately. Well, actually I have. But they'd be from very sad and lonely movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this type of scenario is something that I always wanted to put in a movie. Girl on pickup truck with dress and hair blowing carelessly in the wind. Beautiful. It might have been done before, but I don't care. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another reason why this book affected me so much was that MUSIC was incredibly significant in the story. great music too, I should add. Charlie, the narrator, made a mixed tape for his friend which I attempted to make into an iPod playlist.(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I guess you can say, I'm modernizing it&lt;/span&gt;) This playlist is from the other side of the mixed tape which Charlie describes as "winter kind of songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Vapour Trail by Ride&lt;br /&gt;Scarborough Fair by Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum&lt;br /&gt;Time of No Reply by Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy by Suzanne Vega&lt;br /&gt;Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues&lt;br /&gt;Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Dusk by Genesis&lt;br /&gt;MLK by U2&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Landslide by Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Asleep by The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this has been my driving music. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update on my uneventful life: watched some movies, both DVDs and in Theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla Sky 8/10 (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything with penelope cruz I automatically like. she's a beaut. interesting&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Driving Lessons 7.5/10 (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rupert grint was great in this movie. a nice little coming of age flick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Observe and Report 5/10(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank god i didn't have to pay to watch this. had so many terrible moments&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Adventureland 8.5/10(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loved it. full review below vvvv&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasionally hung out, toked up, worked quite a bit, and school stuff. boring. i know. i promised myself I'll try to make new friends. but it's just so damn hard. i'm terrible at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs are all from The Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/24%20Asleep.mp3"&gt;The Smiths- Asleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to write anything about this song except a quote from the book "I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f you listen to the song “Asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/A%20Whiter%20Shade%20Of%20Pale.mp3"&gt;Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song. Lyrics, vocals, melodies, everything. It's so perfect for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/10%20Daydream.mp3"&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins - Daydream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is great. I've recently been trying to get into more of their stuff. Pretty. Superb driving song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Stephen Chbosky for writing such a great book. Although, I'm still not sure how to pronounce your last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8139555337901600431?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8139555337901600431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8139555337901600431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8139555337901600431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8139555337901600431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finished-reading-perks-of-being_18.html' title='i just wanna feel infinite'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Seje7fq2_aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OyDA_THukTk/s72-c/Photo+410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5858838278861398890</id><published>2009-04-10T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:37:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventureland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBLcMEZq4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/UqbL1TTyWOw/s1600-h/adventureland_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBLcMEZq4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/UqbL1TTyWOw/s320/adventureland_poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323337707200031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    (trying to get this poster from work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd have to say that the marketing for this film was all wrong. The trailers depict this film as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad-&lt;/span&gt;esque type of film, which to be quite honest, is very far from it. This movie is not an hour and a half of hilarity, sexually crude humor, or constant slapsticks( although it's not entirely void of those qualities.) This is more of a coming-of-age film(despite the main cast being in their early twenties), which occasional moments of over the top comical scenes and subtle humor in the dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBK7nvDf_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/F2etz1D_AqA/s1600-h/adv4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBK7nvDf_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/F2etz1D_AqA/s320/adv4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323337147691007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBKQt_2xII/AAAAAAAAAVo/hqgnX2hxtQY/s1600-h/adv3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBKQt_2xII/AAAAAAAAAVo/hqgnX2hxtQY/s320/adv3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323336410637714562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if one were to see this movie with a mindset of it being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad 2&lt;/span&gt;, then they'd probably be quite disappointed. On the other hand, if you go in expecting nothing more than an enjoyable movie, then you'd be quite satisfied. I, for one, enjoyed the movie very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBIvKAKPoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pW5pLAI-BUs/s1600-h/adv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBIvKAKPoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pW5pLAI-BUs/s320/adv.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334734528003714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story, James(played very naturally by Jesse Eisenberg) is a college graduate who needs a job to save up for school in New York (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm, semi relatable-ish&lt;/span&gt;). So he gets a summer job at the only place he can, which is at Adventureland. Well, it's obviously not the greatest job for someone his age or for anyone not in high school either.( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more relatable-ish&lt;/span&gt;) He goes in thinking it'll be hell, which it was. But he experiences some of the best times of his youthful life and meets some of the greatest people working at this craphole; particularly a girl named Em(played oh so hotly by Kristen Stewart. seriously, she was super hot in this movie. I think it was the careless hair + the i-don'tgive-afuck attitude= win!) Anyway, there's this whole love triangle that happens and other shit that life throws at you. Ultimately, it's a film about working at shitty places, smoking joints, eating pot cookies, and dorky kids making out with hot chicks( now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a movie!) But on a more serious note, it really is a coming-of-age film that deals with the issues any young man faces in his life and how eventually learns and grows from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBKQqTW1EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/p38B006FXgE/s1600-h/adv2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBKQqTW1EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/p38B006FXgE/s320/adv2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323336409645765698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, thoroughly enjoyed this movie. I know some who don't. I've heard some hated it, labeling it "sucky." I don't give a shit. I like these type of movies. Like I said before, I'm a sucker for romances and the Em + James scenes were probably some of my favorites. Once scene in particular, which was probably my favorite, was the bumper cars scene. It was shot so beautifully and of course, backed with fantastic music; very much like the other scenes in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why I loved it:&lt;br /&gt;- great, simple, relatable plot&lt;br /&gt;- good acting&lt;br /&gt;- GREAT music&lt;br /&gt;- set in 1987&lt;br /&gt;- funny&lt;br /&gt;- Kristen Stewart's sexiness&lt;br /&gt;- coming of age flick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie brilliance: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not quite a 9. but I want to give it a 9. but it's not quite a 9. but i still really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F--nHysJkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F--nHysJkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I posted this song before, but I'll do it again since it played a significant part in the movie. Great, great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Pale_Blue_Eyes.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are doing the work of pathetic, lazy morons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5858838278861398890?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5858838278861398890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5858838278861398890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5858838278861398890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5858838278861398890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventureland.html' title='Adventureland'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SeBLcMEZq4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/UqbL1TTyWOw/s72-c/adventureland_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-281568162175224404</id><published>2009-04-06T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:00:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mamimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh293/johnnybanjo/1208132122235.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hottest anime chick ever to smoke a cigarette.  &amp;amp; also the inspiration for one of my characters in a script I was working on. she's from one of the best(if not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;best) short series anime called FLCL aka Fooly Cooly(2000). I watched it on Adult Swim many moons ago. And it stuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SdxPzKSDD_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YMgSW4Xkn0s/s1600-h/mamimi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SdxPzKSDD_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YMgSW4Xkn0s/s320/mamimi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216599997059058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SdxMyEePtpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Gm_H-pmDZ98/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SdxMyEePtpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Gm_H-pmDZ98/s320/vlcsnap-10485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213282722854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how "Never Knows Best" is written on her cigarettes. i think i need to meet a girl like her. lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even a huge fan of animes. But seriously, this one takes the cake for being the most original, unique, and just the fcking coolest one ever. Beautiful clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the things she says. and the perfect background music. grade A stuff. I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nfNYZuNJZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5nfNYZuNJZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great visuals. great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pbyagcLj8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pbyagcLj8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;watch this shit now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-281568162175224404?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/281568162175224404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=281568162175224404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/281568162175224404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/281568162175224404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-to-see-more-beautiful-things.html' title='mamimi'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SdxPzKSDD_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YMgSW4Xkn0s/s72-c/mamimi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5043780924937764824</id><published>2009-04-02T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:37:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading the book in elementary school. vaguely, but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5043780924937764824?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5043780924937764824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5043780924937764824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5043780924937764824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5043780924937764824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/04/must-watch.html' title='must watch!'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4790670578075613070</id><published>2009-03-27T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:25:23.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor possum</title><content type='html'>I almost felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving home from work around midnight on Sherman Way and Oakdale. I noticed some sort of black figure in the middle of the road. I figured it couldn't be an animal since it wasn't moving. Then I slowed to a stop in front of it. Two words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgustingly horrible. &lt;/span&gt;This poor possum had blood on the side of its head; possibly from a grazed ear or shattered skull. Whatever the injury, it obviously affected its brain since the possum was just crawling around in circles. Seriously, it was disgusting and incredibly heartbreaking at the same time. I wanted to help it. But I couldn't. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I want to go to friendy fires show with you, sandy. if I don't work that day. I'll request it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4790670578075613070?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4790670578075613070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4790670578075613070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4790670578075613070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4790670578075613070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-possum.html' title='poor possum'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-322866622239331983</id><published>2009-03-20T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:36:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must watch</title><content type='html'>these movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDWsZxhII/AAAAAAAAAUg/4Y7FiKl2IVg/s1600-h/iloveyouman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDWsZxhII/AAAAAAAAAUg/4Y7FiKl2IVg/s320/iloveyouman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166042382763138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for fun. seems entertaining enough. Plus, Paul Rudd is the coolest dude ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDWYgx_cI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SvXGob-jbdU/s1600-h/adventureland-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDWYgx_cI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SvXGob-jbdU/s320/adventureland-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166037043445186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the director of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt;, so I might enjoy it. what can I say? it's cute, quirky, and looks highly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine Cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDV4BGhdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2Lli5S6Nqhg/s1600-h/sunshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDV4BGhdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2Lli5S6Nqhg/s320/sunshine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166028320638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like Amy Adams. And I like these type of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDj34DI6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/xyWh-yLkkaA/s1600-h/500daysofsummerhero2_806x453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDj34DI6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/xyWh-yLkkaA/s320/500daysofsummerhero2_806x453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166268800836514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one, I reeeaaaally can't wait to see. It's been out in Sundance festivals and stuff, but as for a wide release, it isn't coming out anytime soon( sometime in July, I believe) but seriously, I think this will be one of my next favorite flicks. The leads, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel, are incredible actors and I like them. Can't wait. Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fcking love the fact that Regina Spektor's "Us" is in the trailer. God, this looks sooooooooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-322866622239331983?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/322866622239331983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=322866622239331983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/322866622239331983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/322866622239331983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-watch.html' title='I must watch'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/ScNDWsZxhII/AAAAAAAAAUg/4Y7FiKl2IVg/s72-c/iloveyouman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4939418839163241583</id><published>2009-03-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:50:49.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asobi Seksu'/><title type='text'>asobi seksu @ the troubadour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sb36UIlINLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CzxHb5EcwmA/s1600-h/3356377682_13e0f45460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sb36UIlINLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CzxHb5EcwmA/s320/3356377682_13e0f45460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313678359174591666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take this picture, but I might as well have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture sums up the night. MMmmmm pure bliss of heavy walls of guitars and barely comprehensible sounds of soaring vocals. Being fully aware of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoegaze(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; just wiki it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; heaven Victoria and I were about to get ourselves into, it only seemed normal to be in the best state to fully appreciate the dream-like, trippy music. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resplandor, from Peru, were clearly inspired by the early shoegazer bands, My Bloody Valentine and Slowdive. I was digging them a lot, but I felt some of their songs dragged on for a little too long. Too much walls of guitar gets tiring. Their set 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed a band called Bell. The lead singer is freakin gorgeous. Some good songs but honestly, I just couldn't wait for Asobi Seksu to get on. Bell set 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki Chikudate = the most adorable thing to ever walk the planet. I love this band. Whooo. Good shtuff.  There were several moments during the show where I just closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoric waves of Yuki's vocals and the loud, dissosant sounds of the guitars. My ears kept ringing the entire night. The band busted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;out "Thursday" out of nowhere. Played one of my new favorite songs from their latest album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush, &lt;/span&gt;called "Transparence." And ended with "Red Sea" with my lover, Yuki, ending the epic night by taking over the drumset and becoming the sexiest drummer I've ever seen. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, reeeally&lt;/span&gt; gets into it. And I f***ing love it. Asobi seksu set 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was officially half deaf walking out of the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sb3x0FmUQyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YOhkr2YOU0s/s1600-h/31409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sb3x0FmUQyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YOhkr2YOU0s/s320/31409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313669012525433634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some creepy looking kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asobi Seksu &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/01%20Transparence.mp3"&gt;Transparance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too poppy in the beginning for my taste, but it seriously redeems itself at the 2 minute mark. Seriously, the last 2 minutes are the best 2 minutes of the album. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asobi Seksu &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/memary.mp3"&gt;Me and Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good good good good. I just wish I knew the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy another shirt. I already ruined mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4939418839163241583?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4939418839163241583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4939418839163241583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4939418839163241583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4939418839163241583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/asobi-seksu-troubadour.html' title='asobi seksu @ the troubadour'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sb36UIlINLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CzxHb5EcwmA/s72-c/3356377682_13e0f45460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8883563495791033904</id><published>2009-03-12T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:12:45.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starstruck</title><content type='html'>i ripped ray j's ticket. that is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8883563495791033904?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8883563495791033904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8883563495791033904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8883563495791033904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8883563495791033904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/starstruck.html' title='starstruck'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8862933655914955522</id><published>2009-03-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:21:16.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the rapture'/><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>So I've finally seen both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;. I liked them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt; was very entertaining. I remember back in high school, everyone was always talking about that shit. And I just didn't get it. Well now I know it's only because I hadn't seen it yet. love the vulgarity. good stuff. I really liked Jules. she's like the ideal girlfriend. red heads ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 157px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/superbadjulesgif.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; was also very entertaining. I've always been partial to Gwyneth Paltrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of superhero movies, apparently many people disliked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;. I've had complaints of naked blue guy and that the movie was too long(3hours) and that it had an excess amount of dialogue. I was told that this movie is not meant for stupid people. Sorry, mainstream America. I was also told to read the graphic novel first and then watch the movie. I think I'll buy it. Barnes &amp;amp; Noble is having a sale on it, so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;-Superbad   8/10&lt;br /&gt;-Iron Man 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work today. whoohooo. blondie and I are going to eat at that vegan restaurant everybody's been raving about called Follow your Heart. Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the night I saw this band live. fat chick going berserk pulling out seizure-esque dance moves. The Rapture is such a good party band. This is the song that plays when Seth gets the period blood on his pants. lulz! That's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Echoes.mp3"&gt;The Rapture - Echoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's making a pubie salad, and she wants some Seth's own dressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8862933655914955522?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8862933655914955522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8862933655914955522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8862933655914955522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8862933655914955522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3315507946017596365</id><published>2009-03-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:01:22.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"looking to make friends"</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it happens often, but this sure as hell never happened to me before. So I was working in the concession area(serving popcorn, making drinks, yada yada) and I get this one customer who writes something down on his receipt and hands it over to me then smiles.&lt;br /&gt;He wrote his number, name, and, get this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"looking to make friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just reading a little too much into this. But I thought it was slightly creepy. Oh, also, when I told him I spilled some of his icee  he blurted out "Bad boy!"My coworker said I should definitely dial it. just for kicks. Maybe I will. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to move out. I don't think I'm ready yet. Nor am I financially prepared. But I am considering it. Ok, blondie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been stuck in my head for days. I always dig Lily's vocals, but I especially dig the satirical lyrics. Sweet sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in retrospect do I realize how amazing The Cranberries really are. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; and this song was Adam Sandler's first kiss song with the beautiful Kate Beckinsale. I forgot their characters' name. This song made the movie tolerable. Good stuff. The 90s were an amazing decade for music, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01KQfcSCRbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01KQfcSCRbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3315507946017596365?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3315507946017596365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3315507946017596365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3315507946017596365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3315507946017596365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-to-make-friends.html' title='&quot;looking to make friends&quot;'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4477663288156707164</id><published>2009-02-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:04:44.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is like a gif</title><content type='html'>it's an ongoing sequence of the same damn thing.  but i've become quite fond of making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/lazyeyegirlgif-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i made this because i thought the girl was cute. I also liked the way she sways back and forth. this is from &lt;span&gt;Silversun Pickups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; Lazy Eye video, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/skinseffygif-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this show I found by accident. kind of. I was looking for some Asobi Seksu videos and I was led to this British show called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently it's a television show about teens just being teens. you know, drugs, sex, rock and roll.  ah, to be a teenager again. i watched half an episode and was slightly amused. but i don't see myself getting into it. even though there are  some very hot british girls in that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/1skinssgif.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple more gifs I want to share. but i'll save them for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick update on my life: school, work, home, eBay. that's all. i can watch movies for free now. and i can bring one friend. who's down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;-derailed 7/10&lt;br /&gt;-resident evil: apocalypse 6/10&lt;br /&gt;-trainspotting  8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good driving song. i'm ashamed to admit it. lulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PT9EB95LX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PT9EB95LX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina in a leggy, leather getup = hotness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4477663288156707164?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4477663288156707164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4477663288156707164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4477663288156707164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4477663288156707164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/gifs.html' title='my life is like a gif'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3403306859977634262</id><published>2009-02-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:29:34.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well deserved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; for the win.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; got the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love that movie. I'll try and get a movie poster of it from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/slumdoglatikajamalgif.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kate winslet finally got her oscar. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3403306859977634262?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3403306859977634262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3403306859977634262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3403306859977634262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3403306859977634262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-deserved.html' title='well deserved'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-1182144954320745143</id><published>2009-02-19T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:18:04.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and swirly</title><content type='html'>so i got a job at AMC theaters. I think they'll have me cleaning the toilets or sweeping the used condom-ridden theater floors for the first couple of weeks. I'm cool with it. As long as I'm bringing home some bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a point in my life where I have decided to seek professional help in finding a career best-suited for someone like me. I talked to a career counselor(Roth: an incredibly down to earth and cool guy). I told him I was into stuff like writing, photography, film, and screenwriting. We covered some territory concerning which school I should eventually transfer to. He suggested CSUN, because there, I'd be able to fulfill all my artistic needs. I never considered transferring to Cal State Northridge. I could've just applied there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel on the inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZ0jnuopjVI/AAAAAAAAATw/knotFiQpDdM/s1600-h/Photo+397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZ0jnuopjVI/AAAAAAAAATw/knotFiQpDdM/s320/Photo+397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304435101552708946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Diving Bell and The Butterfly!&lt;/span&gt; Splending book!( Jean-Do, you are truly inspirational!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to catch up with comrades. And hopefully make new ones. So watch out for me. You'll be getting my call/text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously fcking in love with this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKodfNkYMeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKodfNkYMeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-1182144954320745143?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1182144954320745143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=1182144954320745143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1182144954320745143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1182144954320745143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-and-swirly.html' title='lost and swirly'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZ0jnuopjVI/AAAAAAAAATw/knotFiQpDdM/s72-c/Photo+397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6744562483024975493</id><published>2009-02-14T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:36:16.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;random thoughts for Valentine's day, 2009. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write that ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I did. It's just one of the many brilliant lines from my favorite movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind.&lt;/span&gt; I'll make it a tradition to watch that movie every year on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZdzkeqveqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_VC69nPbTIE/s1600-h/ESotSM_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZdzkeqveqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_VC69nPbTIE/s320/ESotSM_076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302834156796869282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent V-day driving to the post office to mail a package and then to Target to buy some essential groceries. Then I went to McDonald's and ate a Mcflurry. Exciting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this about a year ago and I immediately loved it. It is very fitting to share it on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmY51-tnGMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmY51-tnGMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I'm incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, I didn't write that ^ either&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                     movie brilliance&lt;br /&gt;-Coraline                               7/10&lt;br /&gt;-Paprika                                8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admittedly declare this post as pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FECK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor that ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6744562483024975493?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6744562483024975493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6744562483024975493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6744562483024975493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6744562483024975493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZdzkeqveqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_VC69nPbTIE/s72-c/ESotSM_076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8306618031892334455</id><published>2009-02-10T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:16:25.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>school has begun and thus, blogging has plummeted to the near bottom of my priority list. but i always have time to daydream  about my favorite flicks. here's at least some of them. I will try to continue adding more. if I can find a decent picture, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Because it's aesthetically pleasing, I tried to find shots with only two characters on screen&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxa67CIKI/AAAAAAAAANo/cAhAlnJ3448/s1600-h/ESotSM_505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxa67CIKI/AAAAAAAAANo/cAhAlnJ3448/s320/ESotSM_505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301424418675892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKDdKI--kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WzOaP2HrnZU/s1600-h/Lost_in_Translation_176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKDdKI--kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WzOaP2HrnZU/s320/Lost_in_Translation_176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301444248329976386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZprjKAVqII/AAAAAAAAATY/lYTkgvldQ9E/s1600-h/once1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZprjKAVqII/AAAAAAAAATY/lYTkgvldQ9E/s320/once1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303669762907547778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOpshdjkHI/AAAAAAAAASo/2H-S9RqR_TQ/s1600-h/science.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOpshdjkHI/AAAAAAAAASo/2H-S9RqR_TQ/s320/science.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301767768706879602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKMASUYmdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o3Atr0z3kOA/s1600-h/20071005_VIFFReviewDivingBellandtheButterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKMASUYmdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o3Atr0z3kOA/s320/20071005_VIFFReviewDivingBellandtheButterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301453647913720274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOsUggRp9I/AAAAAAAAASw/0M-VANgOSoM/s1600-h/slumdog1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOsUggRp9I/AAAAAAAAASw/0M-VANgOSoM/s320/slumdog1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770654667876306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxbRctt-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Y9uLccjVLRE/s1600-h/Little_Miss_Sunshine_458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxbRctt-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Y9uLccjVLRE/s320/Little_Miss_Sunshine_458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301424424722741218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZObUo6QUHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2xaJ2_Jh914/s1600-h/spirited.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZObUo6QUHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2xaJ2_Jh914/s320/spirited.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301751965226651762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJx12MStUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/93NngGJpOJ0/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJx12MStUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/93NngGJpOJ0/s320/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301424881262572866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZpyKguIyiI/AAAAAAAAATo/aagwJwDGmio/s1600-h/meandyou.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZpyKguIyiI/AAAAAAAAATo/aagwJwDGmio/s320/meandyou.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677036089887266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOxHAlOBOI/AAAAAAAAATA/VZuiAZUJ0nY/s1600-h/Squidwhale-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZOxHAlOBOI/AAAAAAAAATA/VZuiAZUJ0nY/s320/Squidwhale-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301775920318514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKXBfmXIxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uaKeSzPHi_s/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKXBfmXIxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uaKeSzPHi_s/s320/Almost_Famous_135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301465763286557458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKUCL78xRI/AAAAAAAAARA/vhT0arRNKVA/s1600-h/Shaun_of_the_Dead_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKUCL78xRI/AAAAAAAAARA/vhT0arRNKVA/s320/Shaun_of_the_Dead_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301462476653380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKEiiI5a4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wbkEkTpupRc/s1600-h/pjtm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKEiiI5a4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wbkEkTpupRc/s320/pjtm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445440183036802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKS9xEj4PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OtwMxDK3HXE/s1600-h/Amelie_507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKS9xEj4PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OtwMxDK3HXE/s320/Amelie_507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301461301210636530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKZ66gEmbI/AAAAAAAAARg/fTgmq312FSM/s1600-h/sincity.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKZ66gEmbI/AAAAAAAAARg/fTgmq312FSM/s320/sincity.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301468948783733170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKepvvl50I/AAAAAAAAARo/5C5KL7B6VjM/s1600-h/babel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKepvvl50I/AAAAAAAAARo/5C5KL7B6VjM/s320/babel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301474151396403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKVz3UUt7I/AAAAAAAAARI/6pWu1wamzjs/s1600-h/Fight_Club_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKVz3UUt7I/AAAAAAAAARI/6pWu1wamzjs/s320/Fight_Club_1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301464429623556018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJx1m5oLDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NxgQ6Log8jQ/s1600-h/Kill_Bill_1_430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJx1m5oLDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NxgQ6Log8jQ/s320/Kill_Bill_1_430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301424877157755954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKAZeRgJCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RlMhU5xtKYs/s1600-h/The_Virgin_Suicides_659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKAZeRgJCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RlMhU5xtKYs/s320/The_Virgin_Suicides_659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301440886480053282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these other caps that were just too pretty to pass up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxbH2yhQI/AAAAAAAAANw/uaVdKfnQDGU/s1600-h/Lost_in_Translation_646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxbH2yhQI/AAAAAAAAANw/uaVdKfnQDGU/s320/Lost_in_Translation_646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301424422147753218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJ6ElALmaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TuL4GGoWK4I/s1600-h/slumdog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJ6ElALmaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TuL4GGoWK4I/s320/slumdog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301433930439432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKNejcpTWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gFzj8J0x3h0/s1600-h/The_Virgin_Suicides_131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZKNejcpTWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gFzj8J0x3h0/s320/The_Virgin_Suicides_131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455267419475298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8306618031892334455?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8306618031892334455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8306618031892334455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8306618031892334455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8306618031892334455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SZJxa67CIKI/AAAAAAAAANo/cAhAlnJ3448/s72-c/ESotSM_505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-1123457311718648666</id><published>2009-02-04T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:51:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si o no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SYlkxDu-PdI/AAAAAAAAANg/rGUKgQ0BX_I/s1600-h/mainPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SYlkxDu-PdI/AAAAAAAAANg/rGUKgQ0BX_I/s320/mainPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298877230556790226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-1123457311718648666?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1123457311718648666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=1123457311718648666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1123457311718648666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1123457311718648666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-o-no.html' title='si o no?'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SYlkxDu-PdI/AAAAAAAAANg/rGUKgQ0BX_I/s72-c/mainPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-1747842222669917132</id><published>2009-01-31T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:38:49.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations in cars</title><content type='html'>something something which led to seaworld. which led to shammoo. which led to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the shamwow guy is cockeyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that ten times fast. Just one out of the many moments of hilarity last night. i seem to always have my most memorable nights on a friday.&lt;br /&gt;cruisin and tripping out with our friends: The Rapture, M.I.A., The Flaming Lips, Peaches, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peter Bjorn and John, Akon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strolling down a dirt road that I thought had plastic rocks. high up. the park was too scary. high five of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many laughs, but not enough goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies I've watched this past week. some I've seen before, others i have not: both intentionally and unintentionally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie briliance:&lt;br /&gt;- there's something about mary(TV)             7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;- spanglish(TV)                                8/10&lt;br /&gt;- almost famous(internet)                      8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;- little miss sunshine(DVD,personal favorite   9/10&lt;br /&gt;never gets old)&lt;br /&gt;- click(DVD, better than expected)             6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt; again, to be inspired. I'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paprika&lt;/span&gt; came in from NETFLIX today! YEAH! here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiylG5v62MU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiylG5v62MU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to working on my screenplay again.. PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to get lost with a stranger to find out who you really are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-1747842222669917132?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1747842222669917132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=1747842222669917132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1747842222669917132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1747842222669917132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-something-which-lead-to.html' title='conversations in cars'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5165052435476192866</id><published>2009-01-28T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:16:58.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asobi Seksu'/><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="540" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.pitchfork.tv/mediaplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www1.pitchfork.tv/node/2839/embed.xml"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.pitchfork.tv/mediaplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="file=http://www1.pitchfork.tv/node/2839/embed.xml" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Satur&lt;wbr&gt;day 14 March&lt;wbr&gt; 2009 at 8:&lt;wbr&gt;00pm&lt;br /&gt;Asobi&lt;wbr&gt; Seksu&lt;wbr&gt; @ The Troub&lt;wbr&gt;adour&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333 Yuki !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5165052435476192866?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5165052435476192866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5165052435476192866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5165052435476192866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5165052435476192866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-you-still-love-me-in-morning.html' title='!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3769303272961074793</id><published>2009-01-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:00:59.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chromeo'/><title type='text'>chromeo @ Key Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXq4hg1QaKI/AAAAAAAAANY/b2_0lgv0Im4/s1600-h/chromeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXq4hg1QaKI/AAAAAAAAANY/b2_0lgv0Im4/s320/chromeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747197815941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first show of the year, hopefully out of many. What can I say, it was a great set. The club was absolutely packed but thankfully not entirely infested by hipsters, but rather by just your typical college students and show goers.  Sandy and I unsuccessfully tried to squeeze through the crowd to get to the center of the dance floor. But we found ourselves a cozy little spot on the side and basically had no choice but to reside there. Chromeo announced sometime at the start of their set that they would play the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fancy Footwork&lt;/span&gt; album, which just had everyone in the club jumping up and down with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXq4hRPOEnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/f3J7nCpEfPk/s1600-h/chromeo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXq4hRPOEnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/f3J7nCpEfPk/s320/chromeo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747193629872754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying earlier that I wasn't in a dancing a mood, but once I stepped inside the venue and Chromeo went up on stage, I found it extremely hard not to dance. So I did.I almost felt like I was in some sort of a cult since the crowd continuously kept chanting "Chromeo! Oooooh Oh!" Anyway, these guys are great live, they surely know how to please a crowd and at one point they even covered Journey's classic, Don't Stop Believin'. That was just absolute gold. I danced, I laughed, I screamed, I two stepped, and  ultimately I got beer in my shoes. Thanks a lot, Chromeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Chromeo-__Bonafied_Lovin__.mp3"&gt;Chromeo - Bonafied Lovin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Fingers Remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Treasure%20Fingers%20-%20Cross%20The%20Dancefloor%20_Chromeo%20Remix_.mp3"&gt;Treasure Fingers - Cross the Dancefloor (Chromeo Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you bonafied lovin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3769303272961074793?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3769303272961074793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3769303272961074793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3769303272961074793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3769303272961074793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/chromeo-key-club.html' title='chromeo @ Key Club'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXq4hg1QaKI/AAAAAAAAANY/b2_0lgv0Im4/s72-c/chromeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3209553343986921480</id><published>2009-01-20T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:43:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXa06QLo--I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ub_ofELRDo8/s1600-h/Photo+390.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXa06QLo--I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ub_ofELRDo8/s1600-h/Photo+390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXa06QLo--I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ub_ofELRDo8/s320/Photo+390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293617324889799650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has finally arrived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3209553343986921480?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3209553343986921480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3209553343986921480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3209553343986921480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3209553343986921480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXa06QLo--I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ub_ofELRDo8/s72-c/Photo+390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6426854916435526506</id><published>2009-01-19T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:44:39.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie monday'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday: Dancer in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXRJRNocQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fXJt2lzhiFQ/s1600-h/bjork_cara_seymour_dancer_in_the_dark_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXRJRNocQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fXJt2lzhiFQ/s320/bjork_cara_seymour_dancer_in_the_dark_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292936022133064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancer in the Dark&lt;/span&gt;. An incredibly emotional film with a plethora of tear-jerking scenes. There were so many moments in the film that left me feeling heartbroken but for some strange reason, I didn't shed a tear, which sucked 'cause I really wanted to cry, but I just couldn't. I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; did something to me. I've fallen in love with Björk in this movie; she proves that not only is she an incredible singer but a phenomenal actress as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the story is about a foreign woman who saves up money in order to afford an operation that will prevent her son from a disease that she suffers from as well; going blind. Being that Selma, Björk, is an avid musical fan, the movie has several musical scenes where the characters burst out into song. While I personally think that the movie would have been better if the musical scenes were omitted, some of them were the most beautiful parts in the movie. Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62pLY5zFTtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62pLY5zFTtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visuals itself are stunning, but being accompanied by an immensel&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y heartfelt and haunting song makes it one of the most emotionally moving scenes in movie history; it's definitely my favorite part of the movie. Additionaly, just the context of this scene is very touching; a woman going blind and telling herself "I've seen it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- very moving&lt;br /&gt;- stunning visuals&lt;br /&gt;- beautiful score&lt;br /&gt;- creative directing&lt;br /&gt;- amazing acting&lt;br /&gt;- "I've seen it all" scene&lt;br /&gt;- Björk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little frustrated at her character sometimes and also it was a little too sad for my taste, but nevertheless it was beautifully directed and had an equally beautiful score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie brilliance: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;off topic: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; it seems to me, that everyday is movie monday. oh well. but today is special because its Martin Luther King Jr. Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pulse was as high on my very first date.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6426854916435526506?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6426854916435526506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6426854916435526506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6426854916435526506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6426854916435526506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-monday-dancer-in-dark.html' title='Movie Monday: Dancer in the Dark'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXRJRNocQ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fXJt2lzhiFQ/s72-c/bjork_cara_seymour_dancer_in_the_dark_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5182250842235259914</id><published>2009-01-16T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:59:52.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grizzly Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asobi Seksu'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXF99rDqNnI/AAAAAAAAALA/JVsQB1vVkao/s1600-h/requiem_for_a_dream_by_DeviantJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXF99rDqNnI/AAAAAAAAALA/JVsQB1vVkao/s320/requiem_for_a_dream_by_DeviantJesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292149535620609650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those movies that you keep hearing about from your friends or reading about in websites or magazines but you never have the chance or time to actually watch it so you make it an obligation to do so? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/span&gt; is, or was, one of those movies for me. I just finished watching it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;( all thanks to Jason's words of encouragement after I've had it sitting around my room confined in a flimsy netflix envelope just waiting to be opened) and I'm glad I did. One word comes to mind after viewing the flick, intense. Very intense. Maybe it's just me, but why are films with plots that center around the subject of drugs/drug use so loved by the general public and in most cases, also critically acclaimed? We've got movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/span&gt; ( which I'm sad to say, is not as funny as I thought it would be. started off well, then just fizzled out in the end), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt;( I seriously need to watch this, it'll be in my queue soon), and of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requiem&lt;/span&gt;( just to name a few, theres plenty more out there) that all deal with drug use and have managed to collect many, many fans. I guess it's purely entertaining to watch drug addicts get themselves in hot messes or as they go through their stages of withdrawal. Or maybe these drug-related movies just happen to be well-made and have all the components of what makes a good movie? I don't know. Drugs( and I'm not talking prescription) have become a ubiquitous part of our society; it's in our movies, music, streets, and homes.( and in our bodies) just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALL OF TEXT ^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was outstanding, especially on Ellen Burstyn's part,wow. Leto and Connelly did a great job as well. The editing was brilliant; including many fast-paced shots that really set the mood of the film. I loved the split screen moments as well. Definitely leaves an artsy taste in your mouth. Good plot, intense, very rivetting. A must watch ( and as the synopsis on the netflix paper case says "Not for the squeamish")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Brilliance : 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i hate doing point five shits but I don't really think it's a 9 or an 8, besides I'm terrible at grading movies and I just give 9s to all my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far my life is entirely too dull and wasteful to be written about. to prove my point; the biggest decision I had to make so far in my life was whether to buy a PS3 or 360... I've decided.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXGGoUU1CDI/AAAAAAAAALI/JaB7B4lNgSU/s1600-h/sony_ps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXGGoUU1CDI/AAAAAAAAALI/JaB7B4lNgSU/s320/sony_ps3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292159064346003506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Jesus! Isn't it sooo sexy? I can't wait to get my clammy hands all over its sleek, black, beautiful body. MMMMmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music for getting fly. just buy any Grizzly Bear album and you're set. i have a penchant for dreamy music. i like getting lost in it. whoooooooooOOooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres their most popular song. good, nice dream-like vocals and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Grizzly%20Bear%20-%20Knife.mp3"&gt;Grizzly Bear - Knife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for my most favoritest( i know it's not a word) band eveerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/AsobiSeksu_Thursday.mp3"&gt;Asobi Seksu - Thursday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we be boxing it?? hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5182250842235259914?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5182250842235259914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5182250842235259914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5182250842235259914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5182250842235259914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SXF99rDqNnI/AAAAAAAAALA/JVsQB1vVkao/s72-c/requiem_for_a_dream_by_DeviantJesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4533138072310244806</id><published>2009-01-09T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:24:52.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curious case of disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWgbZObn8GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2zsA-p_PjSw/s1600-h/bb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWgbZObn8GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2zsA-p_PjSw/s320/bb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507882531287138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; with Elvia a couple of days ago and I'm not entirely sure why Brad Pitt was nominated for a Best Actor award for this role. The majority of the film he just stares, smirks, and says something charming that makes female/gay viewers sigh and melt in their seat. Anyway, I guess after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire &lt;/span&gt;every other movie you watch after it just doesn't measure up. Don't get me wrong, the movie wasn't terrible (evident in the fact that the flick's nominated for a Golden Globe best picture award) but it just didn't meet my high expectations. Would've preferred the absence of the lamezors/cheesy/totally cliché scenes of the dying old woman in the hospital and her daughter narrating the life of Benjamin by reading his diary to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWgbsEQH5XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_XkDZhvlPPg/s1600-h/Dancer+in+the+Dark+2000+stor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWgbsEQH5XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_XkDZhvlPPg/s320/Dancer+in+the+Dark+2000+stor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289508206216209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancer in the Dark&lt;/span&gt; came in from Netflix today! I heard it was quite depressing and I've always had a strange attraction to Bjork. SO looking forward to watching that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I also scoured for that damn soundtrack for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. I tried Borders and those bastards didn't even know if they had it and just assumed it hadn't been shipped in yet. Then Barnes &amp;amp; Noble( which I now totally prefer over Borders) and sadly, they were sold out. Target didn't have it, no surprise there. I'll try again tomorrow. I'm trying to change my downloading-songs/albums-online-for-free ways. Thanks a lot, Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help finding my major. I decided it's not going to be photography anymore. Film? Psychology? Screenwriting? English? I've been giving architecture a good thought. It never really crossed my mind until I took a beginning arch class and was just completely inspired by my professor. He always had the best lectures that usually pertained to being happy and finding yourself . He said, "To be truly happy in life, you have to find something greater than yourself, and devote your life to it entirely." He's probably one of the most influential and coolest people I've known and I don't even remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially unemployed and i am done with this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO AUDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you I was struck by lightning seven times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4533138072310244806?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4533138072310244806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4533138072310244806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4533138072310244806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4533138072310244806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-case-of-disappointment.html' title='The curious case of disappointment'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWgbZObn8GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2zsA-p_PjSw/s72-c/bb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3944527563510862662</id><published>2009-01-02T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:03:30.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m.i.a.'/><title type='text'>I cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3chfbNibI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Hp9wgCmVzBw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3chfbNibI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Hp9wgCmVzBw/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286624005532256690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as I have already expressed succinctly to Sandy in a text message, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire &lt;/span&gt;made me cry!" My first movie in '09 and my first tears in a movie theater. So far, this year is going great. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3c3bV5g5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pwfUEUorLiE/s1600-h/slumdog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3c3bV5g5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pwfUEUorLiE/s320/slumdog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286624382393353106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWABPa6L3dI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F6JG9AJiXdk/s1600-h/slumdog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWABPa6L3dI/AAAAAAAAAKg/F6JG9AJiXdk/s320/slumdog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287227326965997010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWAA2O_ukmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JtjOu--s2zY/s1600-h/slumdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SWAA2O_ukmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JtjOu--s2zY/s320/slumdog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287226894271287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to write. I was moved completely by this movie. I really didn't expect to cry. I was on the verge of bawling.(during the last five minutes of the film) Aaaah. I'm a sucker for romances. Don't get me wrong, it's not just a love story, there is a lot this movie has to offer. There are some similarities between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of God&lt;/span&gt; but I personally, prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire.  &lt;/span&gt;I seriously need to check out more of Danny Boyle's stuff. Beautiful! Definitely top 10 maybe even top 5 material. I don't know, man..just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i loved it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- incredibly raw&lt;br /&gt;- great visuals/cinematography&lt;br /&gt;- beautiful/awesome soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;- compelling story&lt;br /&gt;- great acting&lt;br /&gt;- not a single boring moment&lt;br /&gt;- gorgeous Freida Pinto&lt;br /&gt;- THE ENDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie brilliance: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Paper%20Planes%20-%20MIA.mp3"&gt;M.I.A. - Paper Planes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this song be any more fitting for the movie? It almost seemed like the song was made only for the scenes it was played in. Great tune, there's a 99.9%  chance that you've already heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 face="georgia" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Sigur%20Ros%20-%20Hoppipolla.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigur Rós - Hoppipolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 face="georgia" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3cRkPS-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3bV3UowvTnY/s1600-h/3371896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3cRkPS-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3bV3UowvTnY/s320/3371896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286623731946551698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; Has anybody else heard an influx of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigur Rós' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stuff lately? I heard Saeglopur in a Prince of Persia video game trailer. Some original tracks in the awesome Danish movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After The Wedding&lt;/span&gt; (watch it too!). Now the song Hippopolla's in the trailer of this movie. Okay, its not exactly an influx, but I experienced hearing them all in the same time span of a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, beautiful song, great madeup language and nice soothing vocals. They're great and Icelandic. Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3944527563510862662?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3944527563510862662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3944527563510862662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3944527563510862662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3944527563510862662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cried.html' title='I cried'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SV3chfbNibI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Hp9wgCmVzBw/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-575034330730934750</id><published>2008-12-31T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:03:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtHorYx_pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6bN01XoL-ng/s1600-h/l_657cdec2da214ebea427267f60a3b3e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtHorYx_pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6bN01XoL-ng/s320/l_657cdec2da214ebea427267f60a3b3e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897351816412818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtIGzqXXyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wlYUAnqCQYo/s1600-h/l_aa4d76ad23614aa38cba4d9e08e5e615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtIGzqXXyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wlYUAnqCQYo/s320/l_aa4d76ad23614aa38cba4d9e08e5e615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897869433724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtRdC1h-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/15OCv_TPby4/s1600-h/l_db6c16205bbd4764ad00b64e5b4a3e56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtRdC1h-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/15OCv_TPby4/s320/l_db6c16205bbd4764ad00b64e5b4a3e56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285908147068860546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtHoZ7MPEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KzMPjd9cNiY/s1600-h/l_48370d0ee5184b5aa62274bf89998597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtHoZ7MPEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KzMPjd9cNiY/s320/l_48370d0ee5184b5aa62274bf89998597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897347128900674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evidently, being under the influence makes me happy. fcking peer pressure! i need more nights like this. Slumber party??..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-575034330730934750?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/575034330730934750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=575034330730934750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/575034330730934750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/575034330730934750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SVtHorYx_pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6bN01XoL-ng/s72-c/l_657cdec2da214ebea427267f60a3b3e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4131024452765498391</id><published>2008-12-28T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:05:34.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>...both literally and metaphorically. the freezing weather has killed my sense of feeling. Blah. and thoughts about my current way of living and my future aspirations have left me feeling dead and apathetic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd Rock from the Sun&lt;/span&gt; is playing in the background. what an incredibly funny show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like I have already announced both loudly and proudly numerous times on that magical night, Friday was the most fun I've had in a long time. plus the only surface my vomit had touched was the toilet bowl. hooray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday bagina. and merry late christmas to all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit, The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons, Doubt, Revolutionary Road, The Reader..........&lt;/span&gt;etc. with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been up-to-date with my music. Lately, I've just been listening to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Killers' latest album;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day &amp;amp; Age&lt;/span&gt;. I like the song called "Spaceman" I had no idea it was in the game Rockband. Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnA4r4ocDII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnA4r4ocDII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chromeo with Sandy!! I don't remember what day January something, but I am excited. Whoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaceman says, "everybody look down, it's all in your mind"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4131024452765498391?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4131024452765498391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4131024452765498391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4131024452765498391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4131024452765498391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-8819177012847364723</id><published>2008-12-18T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:38:32.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm my own Santa</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm the only one that can get me a present that I'll genuinely love. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdGTuhZxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5hVqJitK2-U/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdGTuhZxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5hVqJitK2-U/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281417350978037522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely loved the movie. So I know for a fact I'll love the book as well. Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, 12 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdG9C59pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ATbkPaN_WTQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdG9C59pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ATbkPaN_WTQ/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281417362069386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdHF22RsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jnrzjSCDESI/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdHF22RsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jnrzjSCDESI/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281417364434732738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite female video game character everrrr. I love you, Chun Li. eBay, 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how the holiday season and shopping have such a positive correlation. What happened to the simplicity of Christmas? And it's true meaning?? The birth of Christ?? Really?? Whatever.. people are incredibly superficial nowadays. Am I right or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero, Sufjan, has released yet another compilation of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtaXXpw0KI/AAAAAAAAAII/Xg_0wSaLbB8/s1600-h/2520166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtaXXpw0KI/AAAAAAAAAII/Xg_0wSaLbB8/s320/2520166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281414345554710690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas songs. Although the man has finally served up new sh!t for us Sufjanatics, I'm hardly pissing my pants with excitement at these Christmas tunes he's constantly dishing out. I honestly just want another state album already. Uhh, when the hell is the California album going to be made??? Oh well, Christmas songs are better than nothing. Oh that Sufjan! You gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic announcement&lt;/span&gt;: I can't wait until February. Why? Take a look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtaOui5d3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/wVnxtgSKoRQ/s1600-h/hush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtaOui5d3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/wVnxtgSKoRQ/s320/hush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281414197081110386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, that is going to be a beautiful album..All I want for Christmas is Yuki Chikudate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funk you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-8819177012847364723?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819177012847364723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=8819177012847364723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8819177012847364723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/8819177012847364723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-my-own-santa.html' title='I&apos;m my own Santa'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SUtdGTuhZxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5hVqJitK2-U/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-2386250750152358710</id><published>2008-12-11T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:16:21.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Spring semester</title><content type='html'>hello social life. At least I hope so. work shouldn't eat away at it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming movies I plan to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Spirit&lt;br /&gt;- Valkyrie&lt;br /&gt;- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;- Revolutionary Road ( I'd watch anything with Kate Winslet)&lt;br /&gt;- The Tale of Despereaux ( seriously the most adorable mouse I've ever seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm missing a couple more. But I seriously need to add some more great movies to my list of movies that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-2386250750152358710?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/2386250750152358710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=2386250750152358710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/2386250750152358710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/2386250750152358710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-spring-semester.html' title='Goodbye Spring semester'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6710243751455785492</id><published>2008-12-03T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:02:32.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle eye cherry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aqua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vertical horizon'/><title type='text'>And the winter moves about</title><content type='html'>...Illinois. When my sister picks a fight, with the Alexander boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am digging the cold weather. I just wished it snowed in Los Angeles. My T.V. came in yesterday, and man am I happy. I can now view all the reality trash I watch in the comfort of my own bedroom. and C.S.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this shiit on eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.electricpig.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/sharp-aquos-lc-19d1ebk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.electricpig.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/sharp-aquos-lc-19d1ebk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I'm hooked on eBay? Seriously. I'm trying to buy some old-school games that you can't find anywhere in stores these days. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bust-A-Groove 2&lt;/span&gt;, best dance/music game EVER! Seriously, just look at the undoubtedly awesome gameplay/music/design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLCQXDhPElI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLCQXDhPElI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMg5vJipzjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMg5vJipzjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the A.M.s yesterday scouring for good-ol-fashioned 90s/early 2000s songs that I used to love. Here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/02%20-%20You%20Get%20What%20You%20Give.mp3"&gt;New Radicals - Get What You Give&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyndGSaZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/P6v9XSxOpBU/s1600-h/98522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyndGSaZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/P6v9XSxOpBU/s320/98522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275741141895113106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great, feel-good, song. I've always felt a sense of poignancy whenever I listen to it. For some reason, it just stuck to me and became one of my favorites. I'm still diggin' it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Aqua%20-%20Cartoon%20Heroes.mp3"&gt;Aqua- Cartoon Heroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyeVh8UCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M3QwjI9K8jU/s1600-h/297445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyeVh8UCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M3QwjI9K8jU/s320/297445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740985244799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love the beat and the tune to this song. And it's so damn catchy! The male vocals could use some work though. But it adds character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Save_tonight.mp3"&gt;Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcySyHHy9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/EEJBvwHHZ7g/s1600-h/cherry_eagle-eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcySyHHy9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/EEJBvwHHZ7g/s320/cherry_eagle-eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740786758503378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure gold. I can never get tired of this song. I pretty much like everything about it( lyrics, vocals, tunes..) I wish more songs were like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Vertical%20Horizon%20-%20Everything%20You%20Want.mp3"&gt;Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyLPsTXdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ocX29lyoLQ0/s1600-h/zhffff000000000000000000000000000005ed5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyLPsTXdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ocX29lyoLQ0/s320/zhffff000000000000000000000000000005ed5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740657260125650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lyrics play a big part in me liking this song. It's at a level where it's not JUST a song but something incredibly profound and personal for me. Especially the bit where he says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am everything you want, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am everything you need," instead of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; is everything you want." That part just really gets me, and I have to say that I can definitely relate to those specific lyrics. Definitely one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6710243751455785492?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6710243751455785492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6710243751455785492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6710243751455785492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6710243751455785492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-winter-moves-about.html' title='And the winter moves about'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/STcyndGSaZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/P6v9XSxOpBU/s72-c/98522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-68755444716445477</id><published>2008-11-28T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:06:35.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.</title><content type='html'>"Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seven schools in seven states and the only thing different is my locker combination. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get that feeling, I need sexual healing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't patronize rabbits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How very."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SS-6q3SDkyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1WQEzo-uAiQ/s1600-h/heathers-cast-728665.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SS-6q3SDkyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1WQEzo-uAiQ/s320/heathers-cast-728665.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273638934231094050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Don't you just love such quotable movies? Just finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heathers&lt;/span&gt; and I have to say I am walking away from the T.V. quite a happy fellow. That movie was not what I expected it to be, at all. Here I was expecting some typical, funny, teen chick movie but man was I glad my expectations were not met. I'm quite fond of dark comedies, which is why I enjoyed this movie so much. It's got a good story, great cinematography, good acting, and of course, hilarious dialogue. Winona Ryder's a babe, Christian Slater was such a badass, and it's sardonic, dark, witty, and funny.  People compare it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jawbreaker&lt;/span&gt;, and sure while there are some similarities, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heathers&lt;/span&gt; is clearly the superior movie and is definitely the reason why both movies exist.Watch it now. 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SS-6ze9oSWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WiMgLLFbkao/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SS-6ze9oSWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WiMgLLFbkao/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273639082321791330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of God&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cidade de Deus&lt;/span&gt;. I don't feel like writing about it too much. It was a good film in terms of acting and cinematography. And while it is critically acclaimed and holds the 18th spot in IMDB's Top 250, I just can't get myself to like this movie. Now don't get me wrong, I certainly don't hate it. But I guess I just wasn't feeling it. It was very violent and maybe it was a bit desensitizing. Eh, you can't like 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Thanksgiving eating brownies and watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Fighter IV&lt;/span&gt; gameplay videos. Exciting, right? It's completely and utterly pathetic compared to last year's Thanksgiving where I had several "movie moments" in the streets/casinos of Las Vegas( I initially accidentally typed in "LOST Vegas" , maybe my subconscious is telling me something.) Sitting lifeless under the dim yellow lights, hearing the melodic yet cacophonous sounds of slot machines, watching countless numbers of strangers pass me by, and smelling the scent of cigarette smoke lingering in the impure air of what is Las Vegas. Then two years before that was a trip to Frisco. Well maybe next year my Turkey day's going to blow all my other ones right outta tha f*cking water! Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. everything you thought you knew about Thanksgiving was a lie. I learned it in my History 11 class. The true story? No Turkey, pilgrims, big-ass hats, and all that gravy. The turkey is a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SALE TOMORROW=WORK SUCKING MORE ASS THAN USUAL. NO AUDIO TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos was what killed the dinasours, darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-68755444716445477?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/68755444716445477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=68755444716445477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/68755444716445477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/68755444716445477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/lick-it-up-baby-lick-it-up.html' title='Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SS-6q3SDkyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1WQEzo-uAiQ/s72-c/heathers-cast-728665.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-4524672917819433719</id><published>2008-11-24T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:02:02.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the velvet underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultra orange emmanuelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie monday'/><title type='text'>Mooovie Monday: The Diving Bell and The Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSswphV9TUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F5T-iGetD4M/s1600-h/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSswphV9TUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F5T-iGetD4M/s400/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272361278650535234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love conversations about video games. I haven't had one in a while until today. I love them as much, if not more, than conversations about mooooooovies. Actually, I remember having a conversation with someone in film class about good movies, and that certain conversation basically served as a catalyst to a beginning of a  wonderful friendship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week sucked. My sisters are in Taiwan and I should have gone with them. I could have had a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt; moment and meet a lonely, disoriented girl who helps me "find myself" in not only a foreign country, but life in general. OOOoooh. DEEP. and totally cliché . but I still love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of foreign. I feel the need to write about one of my favorite foreign movies EVERR!&lt;br /&gt;And that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Diving Bell and The Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; or in its original name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scaphandre et le papillon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here's the cover art again because I love it that much and I seriously want to buy a poster of it and put it up on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsxd3bpS7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XrAVD-LMy0c/s1600-h/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsxd3bpS7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XrAVD-LMy0c/s320/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272362177933167538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe just how beautiful this movie is. First of all, it's French, so , DUH, of course it's going to be incredibly artsy. It's also based on a true story! and wow, after watching this masterpiece, it'll be hard for you to believe it. What can I say? It's one of the most heartwarming yet simultaneously heartbreaking films I've ever seen. It would have no problem holding the title of a" life changing movie " because it really is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsvzu4aDJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WW7L3rVYxF0/s1600-h/butterfly460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsvzu4aDJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WW7L3rVYxF0/s320/butterfly460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272360354571750546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get this, it's a true story of an Elle France editor named Jean-Dominique Bauby. He suffered a stroke in 1995 at the age of 43, leaving his entire body paralyzed with the exception of his left eye. This eye is his only source of communication and he writes his entire memoir by blinking while having someone write out the letters for him. The majority of the movie depicts Bauby describing his once extravagant life as an Elle Magazine editor as he lays lethargically on a hospital bed or in his wheelchair, using only his left eye to detail the psychological pain he is currently in and the imaginations he conjures up in the only part of him left that can still fully function, his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, right? This &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsvHg6OIWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O9LI9-dY-eg/s1600-h/divingbellbutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSsvHg6OIWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O9LI9-dY-eg/s320/divingbellbutterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272359594907017570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flick has a good share of stunning French women as well. There are certain shots of a woman's hair blowing carelessly in the wind and scenes that consist of practically close-ups of their faces. You really get the sense of how Bauby felt about beautiful women; he loved them.  The camera work is brilliant, making it seem like you are looking right through Bauby's eyes, or eye, I should say. Of course like every other movie, there's always a particular scene that just gets me every time. In this case, it's the bit with the very pretty nurse speaking to Bauby where she herself, becomes emotional. I'm not spoiling anything, but damn it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;If you're very emotional then you probably need to keep a box of kleenex near by, because you will cry when you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film would have to rank somewhere in my top 5. Maybe 4 or 3? Watch it now. You really won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I love this movie:&lt;br /&gt;- It's French/foreign&lt;br /&gt;- Beautiful French women&lt;br /&gt;- Incredibly moving and emotional&lt;br /&gt;- Great soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;- Phenomenal acting&lt;br /&gt;- Creative/artistic cinematography&lt;br /&gt;- Based on a true story&lt;br /&gt;- Because it's just soo damn beautiful&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie brilliance: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G69Zh7YIg8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G69Zh7YIg8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music speaks for itself. A couple of songs from the soundtrack. Please listen, they are really good songs, especially Don't Kiss me Goodbye. Which reminds me that I still need to buy the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Pale_Blue_Eyes.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Velvet Underground&lt;/span&gt; - Pale Blue Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/dont_kiss_me_goodbye.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultra Orange and Emmanuelle - &lt;/span&gt;Don't Kiss me Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-4524672917819433719?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/4524672917819433719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=4524672917819433719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4524672917819433719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/4524672917819433719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mooovie-monday-diving-bell-and.html' title='Mooovie Monday: The Diving Bell and The Butterfly'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SSswphV9TUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F5T-iGetD4M/s72-c/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-7704400967768668644</id><published>2008-11-16T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:30:46.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay rules</title><content type='html'>I'm currently addicted to eBay. I just bought a new battery for my laptop, but unfortunately, the battery wasn't the problem. I turn my laptop on and it subsequently shuts itself off. How shitty. Anyway, I was on my way to winning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resident Evil 4&lt;/span&gt; (Wii version since I already own the PS2 one) and I bid 21 bucks for it. I was then outbid by some douche. He bid 22.50. So whatever, I just bought it from another account for 21.99, and there was no auction involved. Just a "buy it now" So i'm glad. Also, I'm scouring for a flat screen T.V. for my room. 19" perhaps, so I'm on the lookout for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squid and the Whale&lt;/span&gt; did not disappoint. It was a very funny and intellectual movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lackluster entry from a lackadaisical (oooh A.P. Lit word!) person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerosmith - Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Silverstone was such a fox back then, but I've always been partial to Liv Tyler. She's damn beautiful and ranks high on my list. I miss the 90's. God, I love this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4H8Wz0enYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4H8Wz0enYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Björk - Hunter&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfwBoumNpmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfwBoumNpmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-7704400967768668644?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/7704400967768668644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=7704400967768668644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/7704400967768668644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/7704400967768668644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ebay-rules.html' title='eBay rules'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6367425369342926801</id><published>2008-11-12T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:11:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cigarettes where they belong (take deux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I did it. It didn't do shit for me besides leaving a nasty scent my hands. Eh, the lame things that teenagers do. All that matters is now I officially did stop. :) So there's a pack of half empty Camel Crush cigarettes sitting in a trash can at Pierce college in front of the 1400s if anyone needs to know. Also a half empty pack of Marlboro Lights in a dumpster somewhere in Van Nuys. The lighter and matches are included. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a happier note, netflix came in today. And I'm looking forward to watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Squid and The Whale&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 600px;" src="http://images.killermovies.com/s/thesquidandthewhale/gallery/poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what to expect but look at that cool font they used for the title! How indie of them. I get a slight feeling of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know, I guess I'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of dreading work but at the same time I really want to make some mooooolah. I have a tiny fear of the cash register.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the hell is change coming??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRvKAjMhQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kzO6hy1fcQQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRvKAjMhQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kzO6hy1fcQQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268026299936489538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally( and i can't stress the word "really" enough) wanted to title this entry "Review this record warden, and by record I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vagina&lt;/span&gt;." That genius of a line is from the oh-so awesome VH1 reality series&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scream Queens. &lt;/span&gt;Although I missed the second episode, I haven't once been deprived of any side-splitting hilarity that this show is obviously obligated to serve up. I guess it's just me but there's something about VH1 reality trash that I genuinely enjoy. I'm talkin' to you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock of Love: Charm School&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I'm not alone in watching this shit. Well, evidently not, since shows like these are still on the air. Anyway, I recommend this show to anyone who doesn't mind watching a group of girls( some are quite easy to look at) placed in comedic situations that all fall into the topic of horror. They're all competing to be in the next installment of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw,&lt;/span&gt; which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw VI&lt;/span&gt;. I like horror films so that's another redeeming quality I think this show has; each episode explores a type of event that would typically happen in a horror film, be it campy or legit. So, if nothing else is on, WATCH THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I miss Kylah. lulz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the faux trailer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sqp7KptNZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sqp7KptNZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; an excerpt from the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qFklk_sGXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qFklk_sGXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOM VIDEO FROM BEFORE I WAS BORN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Flock of Seagulls- Space Age Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVsz_s8kNI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVsz_s8kNI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BANJO OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-6367425369342926801?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/6367425369342926801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=6367425369342926801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6367425369342926801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/6367425369342926801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/cigarettes-where-they-belong-take-deux.html' title='cigarettes where they belong (take deux)'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRvKAjMhQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kzO6hy1fcQQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-399661803830775182</id><published>2008-11-10T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:01:37.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bloody valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><title type='text'>Mooovie Mondayss: Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRjuzXlvnWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZsxIUPrqKzg/s1600-h/1458793_ca440de863.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRje-ydwtbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/okwB2YnwaVg/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRje-ydwtbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/okwB2YnwaVg/s320/IMG_2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267204934489650610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I saw outside my balcony. Awesomeness. It almost looks like a pink comet came crashing down from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mondays suck. So I came up with a tiny idea to ease my Monday pains, even if only for a moment. MOVIE MONDAYS. I thought I would write about one of my favorite movies on every Monday. I am a movie guy. I am incredibly visual and have mostly photographic memory. So it isn't very hard for me to become completely attached to a movie while it's playing, or even after I've finished watching it. I was thinking of majoring in film. Eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRj6cJe3JmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y3S79vgZJ1c/s320/lostintranslationpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235125698438754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the movies that I really felt emotionally attached to was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost In Translation&lt;/span&gt;. This movie inspired me. Well Sofia Coppola is an amazing director to begin with, so the fact that she also wrote the script showed me what beauty and poignancy she is capable of writing down on paper, and also translating it into film. Her preceding movie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicid&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;, is also directed beautifully and her trademarks (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the sunlight passing through leaves and moving shots from inside a car&lt;/span&gt;) are very present in both movies. She also has a way of portraying such real emotion in the subtlest of human actions. Not only that, but she has VERY good taste in music, which is another reason why this movie and miss Coppola herself is so damn great. Although I did fall asleep watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Antoinette, &lt;/span&gt; but I forgive you, Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRj6juGMoNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IDvCL3PXXao/s320/1458793_ca440de863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235255786184914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is set in Tokyo, Japan ( yet another reaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n why I love this movie oh so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) and involves two characters who are both not only "lost" in a foreign country, but also in their own lives. Scarlett Johansson is obviously a very attractive woman, but I don't think I've ever seen her more beautiful than she is in this movie. Bill Murray is perfect for the lead role, which is no surprise since Coppola wrote the script with him in mind for the role anyway. The two have good chemistry and their characters' relationship is quite odd and quirky, but you begin to understand that they both needed each other in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRj63_bzhUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/45yDjN_anRM/s320/Lost_in_Translation_still_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235604037600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlotte is lonely and depressed living with her husband John, who's always out doing work as a photographer( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I also liked the movie just because it has a photographer named John&lt;/span&gt;) and Bob Harris is a washed up actor who now resorts to doing cheesy wine commercials for Japan. It's a very simple plot really; they meet, they connect, they form a bond unlike any other. There are some very profound scenes in this movie that can sway the viewer from being completely bored and uninterested into being an instant lover of the film. Don't get me wrong, this movie isn't all piled up with deep or artsy scenes, which is a good thing in my opinion. There are some incredibly hilarious scenes that almost( if not entirely) mock the Japanese culture. ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Lip my stocking!" is a favorite of mine&lt;/span&gt;.) Sure there are people that view this as "racist." But so what? Nowadays anyone can point out anything and declare it to be "racist." There's also a brief nude scene which is basically just a shot of tits and ass on a stripper ( s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he does this really funky dance to a Peaches song, lulz!&lt;/span&gt;) which is why the movie is slapped with an "R" rating. Overall this type of movie will have people dropping words like "boring" or  "pretentious" all over it, or people who appreciate slow-paced and thoughtful movies that enjoy seeing simple stories about human connection and emotion becoming a lifelong fan. I, fortunately, became the latter. This movie also has to have one of my favorite endings in any film I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I love this movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Set in Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anna Faris is in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Photographer named John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amazing actors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lip my stocking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Superb soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Beautiful cinematography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Great story &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- About human connections and emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rank it either Top 2 or 1 in my all-time favorite films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're a movie fan and like good movies, please watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt; so we can talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grade: 9/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYAS92XPvIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYAS92XPvIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the song that was played during "Charlie's" party. It's very danceable so I'm not surprised at the fact that it was also in the dance scene of another movie that I also love, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shallow Hal.&lt;/span&gt; "Phoenix" is a band from France and I personally think the lead singer's voice is awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/02%20Too%20Young.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix- Too Young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was already uploaded in an earlier entry I wrote, but I'll put the link up again anyways since the song is just that good. &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/08%20-%20Sometimes.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bloody Valentine's-Sometime&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; fit in perfectly with the melancholy theme of the movie. The heavy guitars and the soft vocals plus shots of the Tokyo city lights and Scarlett Johansson's slight smirk equals near perfection! Another favorite scene of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now hold on to your socks here kiddos. This song is funny as hell and very explicit. This particular track served as the song the topless strippers danced to in the movie. Great visuals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/fuck_the_pain_away.mp3"&gt;Peaches- Fuck the Pain Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Bye...&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/3951122437513998003-399661803830775182?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/399661803830775182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=399661803830775182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/399661803830775182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/399661803830775182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mooovie-mondayss-lost-in-translation.html' title='Mooovie Mondayss: Lost in Translation'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRje-ydwtbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/okwB2YnwaVg/s72-c/IMG_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-5875508969152850201</id><published>2008-11-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:49:08.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesternight, my siblings and I watched the Jessica Alba version of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Eye&lt;/span&gt;, and although she looked smoking hot in that movie( though not as sexy as in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;), this American version is definitely no where near as good as the original Asian flick. Disappointed in the lack of scare from the aforementioned movie, my scare cravings were still not satisfied, and I hungered for more! So I decided to look into a movie I've been hearing about for a while, but never had the chance to watch; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tale of Two Sister &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;or in its original Korean title, &lt;/span&gt;Janghwa, Hongryeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t133/da-warez/anime/A_Tale_of_Two_Sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Creepy right? Fortunately, I found the movie on youtube and was able to watch it. This movie is GOOD. It's definitely not your typical Asian horror flick, it's got some major psychological themes that really keep you guessing. The cinematography is absolutely beautiful. It's got a very artistic style to it, which is what I love most about foreign films. The soundtrack fits in perfectly and the plot is captivating and incredibly complex. It has some spooky scenes, but not done over-the-top to the point where it's laughable which is the case in most asian horror flicks. So if you're looking for a good psychological thriller with a couple of paranormal scares?WATCH THIS! Phenomenal actors, btw. Oh, just a little warning, it can get really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on a script. I have been for a while now, and it initially was a book written in first-person, but I had always pictured it to be a movie, so I decided to write a script instead. I don't really know where the idea came from, I guess it was inspired by all these Indie flicks I watched in the past and a combination of my own life. Its original title was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cigarette Smoke &lt;/span&gt;but I thought up something else and decided to change it. Well, I kind of like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cigarette Smoke&lt;/span&gt;... The Arctic Monkeys actually have a song called "Cigarette Smoke."  fun stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/cigarettesmoke.mp3"&gt;Arctic Monkeys- Cigarette Smoke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-5875508969152850201?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/5875508969152850201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=5875508969152850201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5875508969152850201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/5875508969152850201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesternight-my-siblings-and-i-watched.html' title='Foreign gem'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t133/da-warez/anime/th_A_Tale_of_Two_Sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-1988597384897092336</id><published>2008-11-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:32:24.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Voooted. (Obama becomes our next president)</title><content type='html'>the sticker's on my bitch. well, technically not a bitch, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SREaqSaKI7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJOYJUz6Bqc/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SREaqSaKI7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJOYJUz6Bqc/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265018753171202994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my voting cherry has officially been popped. &lt;div&gt;i voted for O.  And now he's our president. President Obama. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SREbhqJebpI/AAAAAAAAACY/1RXlgAiMEkA/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265019704436485778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pluss..... after getting out of class i noticed that the sky looked especially pretty tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuse the crappy cell phone quality, my cell phone has crappy cell phone quality. this crappy cell phone quality of a picture does absolutely no justice for the sky's actuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;AUDIO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw political shit, i want to share some music that mirrors the beauty of the sky I witnessed earlier tonight. I'm thinking Blonde Redhead. Or My Bloody Valentine. I'm reminded of the cover from their album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loveless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRFF3ATq2CI/AAAAAAAAACw/I5PfZUs3HPI/s320/loveless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265066250650441762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SRFEvBFvVSI/AAAAAAAAACo/86hBbsp0lXE/s320/bbllloooonde+redhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265065013909869858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blonde Redhead has to be one of my top five favorite bands. I always get spiritually lost in their music and lyrics; and I especially find myself entranced by Kazu's vocals. "23" is particularly the song that gives me a feeling of an outer-body experience. Not kidding. The beginning instrumental followed by the fast-paced drumming which is accompanied by Kazu's beautiful croons is enough to get me high. Her vocals just ride so smoothly with the instruments and it creates this very transcendental effect. I always close my eyes when listening to this song. It's like entering a dream. "Impure hair" is equally as amazing. You can hear the despair in Kazu's voice and the overall haunting desperation in the song; but it is done so softly and delicately that the song just seeps into your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Blonde%20Redhead%20-%2023.mp3"&gt;Blonde Redhead- 23 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Blonde%20Redhead%20-%20Impure%20Hair.mp3"&gt;Blonde Redhead- Impure Hair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Bloody Valentine was around the time when I was but a wee toddler. Luckily, I heard about them during high school and have since then become a fan. "To Here Knows When" turns me into a puddle that just slowly swirls and swirls and swirls and swirls, 'til I eventually just evaporate into nothingness. "Sometimes" was featured in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lost In Translation &lt;/span&gt;and this is one of my favorite "in the car songs"; whether I'm driving, in the passenger or back seat looking out the window, on the bus, or on the subway. The vocals are by Kevin Shields, and although the lyrics can be hardly made out since the vocals are so faint, it only adds to the quiet melancholiness and nostalgic aesthetic of the song. It's really quite depressingly romantic. I actually played this song to someone about a year ago and I remember she told me in all seriousness,  "It's just noise." No.. its definitely not "just noise." &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/04%20-%20To%20Here%20Knows%20When.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/04%20-%20To%20Here%20Knows%20When.mp3"&gt;My Bloody Valentine- To Here Knows When&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/08%20-%20Sometimes.mp3"&gt;My Bloody Valentine- Somtimes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always had a penchant for bands with female vocalists. To me, a woman's voice can flow so effortlessly and beautifully that rarely any male vocalist can equally achieve. Female vocalists can hit notes that don't even sound human, but they can still maintain its dainty quality. They can entice you with their soft moans that gradually envelop your entire being, leaving you trapped and lost in their own voice and words. In other words, female vocalists ftw! And I haven't even began to mention my favorite female lead singer in any band... YUKI CHIKUDATE. More on her and her band later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3951122437513998003-1988597384897092336?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/1988597384897092336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=1988597384897092336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1988597384897092336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/1988597384897092336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voooted-obama-becomes-our-next.html' title='I Voooted. (Obama becomes our next president)'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SREaqSaKI7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJOYJUz6Bqc/s72-c/IMG_2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-3448219575963288618</id><published>2008-11-03T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:57:14.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE. DON'T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0802/obama_mccain_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 235px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0802/obama_mccain_0212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So election day is coming up. For those of you who are politically illiterate ( like myself), election day is November 4, 2008. Which is tomorrow. This really is a great time to be alive (or so I've been told.) First black president!?(granted, he's only half, but some people still can't seem to acknowledge the fact that he's still pretty much as white as he is black.) A female vice-president??( or as many would say VPILF, ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vice president I'd like to...&lt;/span&gt;) which I think is a misnomer because she isn't even a vice president yet! or might never will be! So she's more of a GILF(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;governor I'd like to..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's getting my vote. I really wasn't fond of him at first and I initially was rooting for Hilary Clinton to take the Democratic presidential nominee. I guess it was all the celebrity endorsements Obama was getting. It became annoying. Also, because a lot of ignorant people just want to vote for him purely because he's black ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's only half damn it!&lt;/span&gt;). I actually heard someone say "I'm voting for Obama 'cuz he's not white." wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the point of this blog is basically what the title says. VOTE! DON'T. I'm simply echoing what my U.S. History professor told my class during one of his lectures. What he said really stuck to me. Too many stupid people are voting. People are deciding who they want as president based solely on their appearance, their commercials, and other pointless shit. Do you really want someone with no political knowledge a part of the process of selecting the next man(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or woman&lt;/span&gt;) to run the United States of America? I'm not saying only smart people should vote, but I have to agree with what my professor had to say, to some extent of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't know much about politics. I hate the subject, bleh!! I don't fall into a Democratic or Republican  party either. I am a motha fkiing INDEPENDENT. I wrote that shit down on my registration form. Well, minus the "motha fkiing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES on Prop 2! I loove farm animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rl3-JLBN2rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rl3-JLBN2rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus katherine mcphee is awfully hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone who votes YES on Prop 8 is a douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIO&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SQ-tWbi7deI/AAAAAAAAABk/qDpqmokOTSE/s1600-h/sufjan+america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SQ-tWbi7deI/AAAAAAAAABk/qDpqmokOTSE/s320/sufjan+america.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617090282386914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite male singer-song writer, Sufjan Stevens, has announced many years ago about working on a "Fifty States project" In which he would compose an album about each and every state in the U.S. So far he's done two, and he's got 48 left to go. Yeah...lots of people are saying he abandoned that project, I think so too. So this particular song is from his Illinois album and is about the great city of Chicago, well actually moreso on his adventures there and underlying feelings and bittersweet memories of the place. It has a VERY Christian undertone! It references GOD! But this song iss gollldd! plus there's like 50 million versions of it. &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Sufjan%20Stevens%20-%20Chicago.mp3"&gt;Sufjan Stevens- Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951122437513998003-3448219575963288618?l=playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/feeds/3448219575963288618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3951122437513998003&amp;postID=3448219575963288618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3448219575963288618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951122437513998003/posts/default/3448219575963288618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmelikeabanjo.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-dont.html' title='VOTE. DON&apos;T'/><author><name>j0hn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847319709615021407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/Sel83uGemLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/II2LE5gY8uk/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SQ-tWbi7deI/AAAAAAAAABk/qDpqmokOTSE/s72-c/sufjan+america.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951122437513998003.post-6815163628107566853</id><published>2008-11-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:00:38.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the deadly syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m83'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBn2n44QJLk/SQ3pvpzm9TI/AAAAAAAAABU/h98yxdA4fn4/s1600-h/mypictr_300x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1 a.m. i can't sleep. so i thought i would write an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was halloweenish. went to a party and i was dressed as a douchebag wearing a hat that sprouted a single flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 161px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x217/audiojohn/mypictr_300x200-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I wanna know: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What makes Halloween so fun?&lt;/span&gt; (yeah yeah it's over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why( In my opinion, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;top five reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Looking ugly is a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that whenever people wear "scary" costumes or masks, them being incredibly overweight raises the  scare factor by like, a million?? I'm not kidding. I saw this heavyset person wearing some freaky mask and potato sack-like costume wobbling their way across a parking lot. That was literally, the scariest thing I've seen on any Halloween night. Or it could go completely the opposite way and look comical. Ugly is scary, scary is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Another excuse to throw a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this time, you get wasted in a costume. Unless you're just waaay too cool to wear a costume, right? Yep, you're too cool man, too cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Because scary things are legitimately cool (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must i really elaborate?? no, i musn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The over-consumption of candy is justified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Halloween without the candy! ( i repeatedly had to say that shit when giving out candy at work) But seriously. Candy/Chocolates are yummy. Thank god for halloween, you know, its not everyday we allow our children to travel door-to-door to strangers' houses and let them willingly accept goodies from questionable sources. Ahh, to be a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1. Girls have a reason to dress sluttier than they normally do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adultcostumeshop.com.au/contents/media/l_83127-nun-costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.adultcostumeshop.com.au/contents/media/l_83127-nun-costume.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is in fact a slutty nun costume. If you can think of it, then some slut's probably wearin' it. lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk. no offense. its sexy. keep doin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIO&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Here are  some treats. To save a song, right click on the link and choose "save as"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This song is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/Car%20Chase%20Terror.M83.12.mp3"&gt;M83's "Car Chase Terror" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to listen to Before Dawn Heals Us to sing me to sleep. Big mistake. This track woke me the phhuk up. It's basically dialogue( which i honestly can't decide if it's done terribly, or brilliantly) and heavy instrumentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-571.vo.llnwd.net/01192/17/59/1192229571_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 231px;" src="http://myspace-571.vo.llnwd.net/01192/17/59/1192229571_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This next one is by a band i reeaally enjoy: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/2/2169909/i_hope_i_become_a_ghost.mp3"&gt;The Deadly Syndrome's "I Hope I Become A Ghost"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. The playful introduction of a piano followed by vocals that moan and groan mirroring the content of the song. OOOOOOooooooOOOOOH! Beautifully and jovially haunting is what this song is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next Halloween. Maybe I should be a girl! Now that's a costume that isn't totally overdone or in any sense has lost its humor or charm at all! 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