tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305974422024-03-13T11:03:41.421-07:00The Blog of Phaea CredeHigh Quality Garbage!Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.comBlogger383125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-5882356336917271252016-06-15T05:44:00.001-07:002018-05-23T07:32:27.411-07:00Welcome! This blog is no longer current.Hello and thank you so much for visiting the Blog of Phaea Crede. While this blog is out of date, it is still a fun read.<br />
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<br />Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-54943662886708356622012-10-17T07:31:00.002-07:002012-10-17T07:38:13.482-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><u>TODAY IN RUPAUL'S ALL STARS DRAG RACE </u></b><br />
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With RuPaul's All Star Drag Race only days away, I've had to face some hard facts about myself and the obsessive trance each season if this show puts me in. Finally, I had to admit:<br />
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Hello, my name is Phaea and I am a Rupaul-aholic. And these are my 12 steps to Ru-covery. </div>
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<b>1) We admitted we were powerless over watching RuPaul’s Drag Race—that our
lives had become unmanageably fabulous.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Whenever
this show is on I don’t just watch it. I LIVE IT. I watch each episode at least
twice, including Untucked. I call up my friends to discuss what happened/who we
love/who we HATE. I call the man who sells me coffee “girl”, tell my dog he
looks fierce and replace the phrases “good”, “cool”, “all right”, “great sex
honey” with WERK! I think I am a 6-foot tall glamazon who makes her Queens
boulevard a cat walk and not a tomboyish girl with a extensive collection of
sweat pants. Halleloo!</blockquote>
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<b>2) Came to believe that a sickening
Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve
accepted the only way out is deeper in. In honor of All Stars I spent money I
don’t have to download the past seasons from so that my son and I can watch
them together as part of his education. For a two month old he seems to really like
it.</blockquote>
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He’s
heard the word “bitch” 700 times.</blockquote>
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<b>3) Made a decision to turn our will and
our lives over to the care of RuPaul <i>as we understood Her</i>.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Obviously. </blockquote>
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<b>4) Made a searching and fearless moral
inventory of our inner T. </b><o:p></o:p></div>
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All
right, I admit it: I have never gone to a live drag show. I am too lazy and sleepy to go out at night
and I have been for years. But I really, really love drag queens. RuPaul, you
serve me what I want with out having to leave my couch/put pants on. And that’s
the t. </blockquote>
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<b>5) Admitted to RuPaul, to ourselves,
and to another RuPaulaholic the exact nature of our bustedness.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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RuPaul.
I am not wearing make up right now. In
fact, I never do.</blockquote>
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<b>6) Were entirely ready to have RuPaul
remove all these defects of boogerdom.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I
promise I will wear make up next time I go out. And heels at least once in the
coming year. </blockquote>
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<b>7) Humbly asked Her to remove our bad
hemlines (of the mind).</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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On
second thought, isn’t the message REALLY to be our selves? I’ll leave being
fabulous to the professionals and stick with my sweatpants.</blockquote>
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<b>8) Made a list of all contestants we LIVE
FOR and pray that they all win.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Pandora
Boxx with your hilarious mugging, the lady/alien that is Nina Flowers, the
Queen with a heart of gold aka Alexis Mateo, Latrice Mother Fucking Royale…AH!
I love each and everyone of you and I have no idea where my allegiance will…I
FORGOT SHANNEL!!!</blockquote>
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But my women’s intuition says Manila
Luzon for the win. Did you SEE her in the preview?</blockquote>
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WHY CAN'T THEY ALL WIN?!</blockquote>
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<b>9) Made direct amends to contestants we
talked trash about wherever possible, except when to do so would read them or
others.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Raven.
When you first appeared in season two I didn’t get it. I thought you were mean
and cold and a little bit scary. </blockquote>
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But you know what? I love you! Because you are
mean and cold and a little bit scary.</blockquote>
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<b>10) Continue to take personal
inventory. And don’t fuck it up.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I
promise I will try to respect what the judges say even though Santino Rice once
compared Pandora’s to a crack whore and Michelle Visage accused Alexis of
looking like Hip Hop by way Hannah Montana.</blockquote>
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Girl, what?!</blockquote>
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<b>11) Sought through prayer and well
blended foundation to improve our conscious contact with RuPaul <i>as we
understood Her</i>, praying only for knowledge of Her will for us and the power
to love our selves, because IF we can’t do that how the hell can we love
someone else? Can I get an Amen?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Lemme get serious for a moment and switch to my preacher voice. This is a show that does not feature mainstream
performers. These girls are not trying to be models or America idols or top
chefs. They are drag queens! They cross dress for success and take it to the next exotic level of fabulousity. To badly quote Lydia Deetz, they are strange and usual. I myself feel strange and unusual. And I
reckon that many, if not all, Drag Race fans also feel a bit different, a bit
weird, a bit of an outsider in the mainstream society. And watching
this silly reality show shows us…hell, ME…that I am fabulous no matter what. Amen.</blockquote>
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<b>12) Having had a spiritual awakening as
the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to blossoming
RuPaulaholics, and to watch and rewatch every episode of RuPaul’s All Star Drag
Race forever.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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And
may the best woman win! </blockquote>
Want more? Check out the <a href="http://phaeacrede.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-in-hopelessly-devoted-to-ru-i-am.html">LAST time I wrote about how much I love this show!</a> <br />
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<b><u>TODAY IN "ON THE ORIGINS OF SPEAKING"</u></b></div>
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change, sometimes shedding whole segments that render the original meaning
obsolete. Below are some examples. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- <b>Happy as a clam</b> at
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- <b>The proof</b> of the
taste <b>is in the pudding</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- Beggars </span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">and
the Irish <b>can't be choosers</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- Haste makes waste</span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> makes
chaste makes taste makes shmaste<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- Better safe then sorry </span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">you
drowned a friend/lover<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- If at first you don't succeed</span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, <b>try, try</b> <b>again</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a total ass bag<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">- It takes two to tango, </span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">four
to quadrille, and twelve for a kick line; there I've explained dance to
you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The nights where I go to sleep with my hair wet and then wake up with a gorgeous head of curls prove to me there is a God and God is <i>FABULOUS.</i></div>
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This has been the thought of the day. </div>
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I am a big supporter of paranoia because it makes life more interesting. Even when I'm having a great day that gentle worry at the back of my head that I could be killed by an anti-terrorist drone really keeps me on edge. That's why I find it extra important to believe every single conspiracy theory that I hear. For my edge. Thus, I present the:</div>
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- JFK was an inside job by the FBI/LBJ/The Mob</div>
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- RFK was an inside job by LBJ (personal theory)</div>
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- Tupac faked his death and is living in Jamaica </div>
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- 9-11 was an inside job/they knew it was going to happen and just didn't really stop it, plus they blew up the buildings to make it look better</div>
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- Flight 93 was shot down by the government</div>
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- Katie Holmes was pregnant with Chris Klein's baby when she met Tom Cruise and she faked being pregnant after the baby was born too early to make the Tom Cruise timeline. </div>
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I don't believe that the rich are filling a rocket with resources and are planning to flee in the Earth before the comet hits in a few years, but I could be convinced. Very easily. </div>
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And if you are a member of the government, I am totally joking. Hahahhah comedy blog. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-63621811845733747362012-04-09T06:04:00.003-07:002012-04-09T06:05:39.778-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">If the amount I sweat from my palms isn't normal...! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">...then I sure would like to be normal. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been the thought of the day</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-9254831448511752492012-04-03T06:36:00.001-07:002012-04-05T13:32:45.322-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">This past Sunday's trifecta of Mad Men episode 3 plus the season premieres of Game of Thrones & The Killing was like a game of "duck, duck, goose", if we all assume ducks are well written and well produced where as geese are disappointing, rainy, and essentially just a <i>Twin Peaks</i> rippo. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The Killing has a lot of faults. The story moves at a tepid pace. Many episodes are laid out the same way with NEW EVIDENCE POINTS TO NEW MURDERER CLIFF HANGERS that don't pan out. And the scenes often seem to have no purpose other then two characters hanging out and looking depressed. (SEE: every seen in the hospital between Gwen and Jamie). But for some reason I still want to watch it. Why, for god's sake? I asked myself. Here is what I said back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1) The absurd Twin Peaks similarities aside, it actually is a good story. I do want to see how and why Rosie Larson was murdered and I do want to see Sarah Linden solve the case. I just think it would have made a better movie then a series. Or, truly, it should have wrapped up the murder in season one. Because I spend all last season thinking "man, they are really dragging this shit out!" and now I have to face another whole season of that. (SEE: Gwen and Jamie talking, ever.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">2) Sarah Linden and Stephen Holder are really interesting characters. I love a disturbed detective and Mireille Enos is really turning it out. I like the fact that I don't trust her not to be insane and make bad decisions (all references to that fucking "past case" aside...shut up!) She is a really messed up mom, a suspect police officer, but really believes she is doing the right thing in a sea of people doing all the wrong ones. And Stephen Holder is cool. I don't want to believe that he is a bad guy, but he definitely lives on the edge and in the shadows. I want to know what he's up to or just watch him pretend to get high school girls high. Any. Day. Of. The. Week. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">3) Seattle is a nice backdrop. I know everyone hated the rain last season, but I wasn't one of them. It added to the feeling that it was always night time, that Seattle was always on the brink of falling apart or breaking down, just like Linden. I don't know if the actual city looks like Pittsburgh on a bad day but I totally bought it. It's wet, you can't get enough sleep, it's always night time, and the kids ride skateboards under a bridge. It's noir! or noir-ish! Whatever!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We'll see how much longer the show can keep my interest (Gwen and Jamie! Shut up!) but I feel pretty confident that I'm gonna stick around at least this season to see what happens. Especially now that Balko is dead, because what the hell was going on with that character? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you can see I am far too busy making no-budget, dumb, ill-rehearsed web shows with my writing partner Alex Kane to blog about anything, for example:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">- How when it rains no one picks up their dog's poop. I do.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- How Gus almost killed a pigeon for the third time. </div><div style="text-align: left;">- How I am unsure whether my house plants need new dirt every so often.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Whether or not I should get my future baby pacifiers because I never used them and there for assume that he won't either. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fuck those topics! Here are episodes 3 and 4 of FRATTERS!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">These shows are such a work of art that no one will watch them and walk away feeling all right about it. Especially you. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-28601673604257082942012-03-06T12:54:00.000-08:002012-03-06T12:54:16.147-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">In lieu of actually writing a blog post about Misogynerds (coming soon!) or sharing all my new pregnancy paranoias (the list is growing every day!) I think I'll just share the latest episode of Fratters! Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-83451386921324056422012-02-25T16:54:00.000-08:002012-02-25T16:54:34.111-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN FRATTERS, EP 1</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">A new web series by Alex Kane and yours truly. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Please tell everyone you know. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-46719151506880986882012-02-08T06:32:00.000-08:002012-02-08T06:32:11.604-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN GOATS</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, I am not a farm biologist or a veterinarian but it occurred to me yesterday as a goat popped up in a TV commercial (no idea what the product was, may as well have been goats) that goats are really fucking weird. Like, out of no where weird. The more I thought about it the more I obsessed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1) They have rectangular pupils. How does that happen in nature? Nature isn't suppose to have any right angles and the pupils of a goats eyes are totally geometrically perfect with edges and Pi and "what not". Was it a mistake that just happened to evolve? www.science20.com says they evolved that way so the pupil can line up with the horizon and thus give greater depth perception. That's fucking cool. Also, toads, sheep and octopi appear to have rectangular pupils as well. Is there a horizon underwater? Whatever. It's still the weirdest on goat. The horns and the rectangular pupils make goats all look like Satan's little helpers prancing merrily here on earth. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">2) Goats smell like goat cheese. Next time you are at Drumlin Farm in Massachusetts (or equivalent) give a goat a good friendly petting and then smell your hand. You will be hit in the face by the odor of artisanal, easy to spread, chévre. My mother hates goat cheese and she can't even go near goats because of this.What the fuck is that? How does something smell exactly like a product that is created from a secretion of the female's mammary glands? Why is that something that happens? The internet has no back up for this so you have to just go smell for yourselves. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">3) The whole "eating everything including tin cans" myth is kind of true! It's not like goats will go out of their way to find a yummy tin can to eat, but they will chew on ANYTHING to see if it's food before (potentially) discarding it. It's called "browsing" as opposed to "grazing". Any other animal who has an eating system based on chewing anything it finds to see if it's edible died out really early, but goat fucking love it and they live on. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all, goats are my new favorite animal. They are a sheep without the charm that smells like cheese, can lock onto the horizon, and will attempt to eat anything. In 200 more years they will add lasers and rocket farts and be flying all over the sky trying to destroy skyscrapers because they don't like their aesthetics. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I for one welcome our new goat over lords and am happy to give them as much hay as they want. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-90193533728591130192012-01-30T06:10:00.000-08:002012-01-30T06:10:49.175-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">You video game pros</div><div style="text-align: left;">You core players</div><div style="text-align: left;">You heroes of old </div><div style="text-align: left;">You obsessive possibly compulsive</div><div style="text-align: left;">You 12 to 24 hours a dayers</div><div style="text-align: left;">You easter egg finders and bonus room un-lockers</div><div style="text-align: left;">You PC Minecraftians</div><div style="text-align: left;">You posters of 100% completion files free for the download </div><div style="text-align: left;">If you were not writing video game walkthroughs would you be a serial killer, due to your obsessive and meticulous nature? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Another reason to praise your good work</div><div style="text-align: left;">What else can you help me with? Building a solid white deck in Magic the Gathering? I bet you can.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You men and women with time on your hands</div><div style="text-align: left;">Or do you make the time? Work 8 hours and then fall into the arms of your Xbox et al and give Skyrim the next 16 hours of your 24? Or more?</div><div style="text-align: left;">You did that for me?</div><div style="text-align: left;">You tips and trick suggesters</div><div style="text-align: left;">You strategists</div><div style="text-align: left;">You writers of melodious tomes on Water Temples, Fire Temples, and Slimes. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Can we mortals ever repay you for what you hath given us? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Do you even get paid? </div><div style="text-align: left;">I bet you've started a few message board fights in your day</div><div style="text-align: left;">Without you I would be lost</div><div style="text-align: left;">Literally lost</div><div style="text-align: left;">I couldn't move most of the time</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know I am just missing something</div><div style="text-align: left;">I turn to you </div><div style="text-align: left;">And you take my hand and say "Shhh. I've done the work for both of us. Now just send your Hook Beetle down that tunnel and everything will be all right."</div><div style="text-align: left;">I adore you</div><div style="text-align: left;">Never stop</div><div style="text-align: left;">Never change</div><div style="text-align: left;">My relationship with you is deeper then some of the people I interact with on a daily basis</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I will not have it any other way</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">(Authors Note: The last time I wrote I poem I was in college, drunk, and sitting under my desk talking into a hand held tape recorder. Then I typed it up and submitted it to The New Yorker. That's just a fun memory I thought I'd share with you guys.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-5353731449202429522011-12-15T05:46:00.000-08:002012-02-08T06:34:53.042-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN FINE ART DOGS</u></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">My parents are both very into art and when they come to visit they often take me to museums to gaze, discuss, and enjoy. I like art ok but as I don't hold the same level of enthusiasm as my parents I often need to find something to hold my interest. Like, finding art with dogs in them! </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little dog by Joan Miró (<i>Woman and Dog in Front of the Moon, 1893</i>) may look like a cat but he's all ready to shake! Maybe even howl at that moon? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This busy little hound (<i>Disc with running dogs surrounding a mountain goat, Transcaucasia 1st -3rd Century AD)</i> is ready for a run in the park OR up a mountain!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This scrappy mutt (<i>Street Scene in Paris, Félix Vallotton, 1895</i>) has all the detail she needs to prove she's a cuddlier! Je m'appelle le CUTE!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Awww! This doggie (<i>The New Bonnet, Francis William Edmonds, 1858</i>) lives in Bronxville, NY and loves to smell anything he can! And by the tuck of that tail, some one's shoes could use with a changing! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This holy dog appears to be a collie/terrier mix (<i>Christ Carrying the Cross, with the Crucifixion; The Resurrection, with the Pilgrims of Emmaus, Gerard David, 1510</i>) and loves Jesus. Don't worry girl! He'll be back!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My best guess is that this hard working boy (<i>Diana and Actaeon (Diana Surprised in Her Bath, Camille Corot, 1836</i>) is a pointer helping his mistress to "accidentally" walk in on the goddess Diana. Don't worry Diana, my dog does that to me all the time!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bulldog alert! This E.B (<i>Chance Encounter at 3 A.M, Red Grooms, 1984</i>) loves going for walks at night and with that physique who could blame him? Gotta stay slim for the ladies!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This sweet girl with a smile on her face (<i>Cider Making, William Sidney Mount, 1841)</i> almost looks like a Basenji mixed with a Chihuahua to me, but I know for sure about one thing: She's 100% adorable!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">All these buddies are viewable at the MET in New York City. Check them out for yourself! They are a lot less disturbing then the dogs at MoMA....</div></div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-55212317166054899872011-12-01T14:09:00.000-08:002011-12-01T14:10:56.127-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN DESK TOPS PAST</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am a big believer in constantly changing my desk top backgrounds to match my current mood/something I just saw on gawker/reddit/jezebel. I have quite a collection of them at this point and I'm pretty impressed with the scope, insanity. and disgusting nature of many of them. Here is they are in no particular order:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Please note, I did not create these images or even take the photos in the cases where they are photos. I am just a curator. Is there some kind of award for that?</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-18774386375351292122011-11-20T17:24:00.000-08:002011-11-20T17:24:00.869-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN HORROR MOVIE TITLES</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">...for every day life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">THE UNSHAVEN LEG!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">NO MILK? NO CASH!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">NO HOT WATER BY 930AM!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">CAT BREATH: A MORNING STORY!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">THIN AND UNHAPPY OR FAT AND TAKING CELEXA!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">SHE NEVER WON A 'WORDS WITH FRIENDS' GAME!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">DOG HAIR - <i>INSIDE OF THE COUCH</i>!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">THEY WERE LOCKED IN THEIR BEDROOM WHILE TRYING TO INSTALL A DOORKNOB ON THEIR OWN!!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">THE SLIGHTLY NOISY NEIGHBORS AT 10PM!!</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">THE GIRL WHO DID ANYTHING SHE COULD TO AVOID WRITING!!</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">REALLY? MORE SVU?! </div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;">A BAG OF POPCORN...<i>FOR LUNCH</i>!!</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-5oMrZuQKRO-gO_xOXPH8e-0-0_PnVLooM9HSQZy_D39Eib8lmpNlQkstQuoNKXzHAg6U6ZgycllCaBkCZ-hCFGEyOivc5LvzuPR6xrPh1YeNoNcxP8G5Ujl4ek6LZskgs5r/s1600/Charlie+Horror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-5oMrZuQKRO-gO_xOXPH8e-0-0_PnVLooM9HSQZy_D39Eib8lmpNlQkstQuoNKXzHAg6U6ZgycllCaBkCZ-hCFGEyOivc5LvzuPR6xrPh1YeNoNcxP8G5Ujl4ek6LZskgs5r/s1600/Charlie+Horror.jpg" /></a></div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-62861498562834363762011-11-08T06:14:00.000-08:002011-11-08T06:14:43.592-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes I catch myself thinking "I own a car -- I'm such an adult", as I spray Febreeze on the dress I'm currently wearing. I don't know which one is right. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been the thought of the day.</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-9063683653137354232011-11-03T08:43:00.000-07:002011-11-08T06:15:07.426-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>THOUGHT OF THE DAY, THURS NOV 3rd</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">When you find yourself 19 days away from your 30th birthday the best thing to do is wake up at 7am to watch a movie. That'll show 'em.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been the thought of the day.</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-74534947361317044792011-10-11T06:22:00.000-07:002011-10-11T06:22:18.154-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think it's time for me to accept the fact that I will never be discovered at a karaoke night. Mostly because of my hair. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been the thought of the day. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-36267911131475717362011-10-10T15:05:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:13:06.454-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN OCTOBER MOSQUITOS</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Long time fans of my blogs (hahahah) may remember in 2008 when a series of mosquitos ravaged me in my apartment in Greenpoint. If you are a new fan (hahahahah), here's a glance at the horror: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://phaeacrede.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-in-bugs-oh-its-just-all-to.html">http://phaeacrede.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-in-bugs-oh-its-just-all-to.html</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="p1"><a href="http://phaeacrede.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-in-phaea-vs-mosquito-and-fever.html">http://phaeacrede.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-in-phaea-vs-mosquito-and-fever.html</a></div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Well, it's been three years and as they say, the more things change they more then stay the same. My apartment might be bigger, my hair might be better, and I might have a husband, but the FUCKING MOSQUITOS STILL FIND THEIR WAY INTO MY GODDAMN BEDROOM WHEN IT GETS COOL OUT AND EAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY SKIN.</div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">The one thing that has changes is that the mosquitos are less visible. For weeks I couldn't seem them at all, I just woke up covered in bites, feeling victimized. My husband feared that we had bed bugs, but I know the mark of the indoor mosquito when I see it. And then finally last night I got buzzed. A little buzzing in the ear of the tormented is a mosquitos way of saying…</div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><blockquote>"Hello blood sack. You can't see me but I can see you. Swing wildly in the dark all you want, looking like a zombie zumba instructor. Your body is mine." </blockquote><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">I learned in 2008 that if you put the blanket over your head you can't breath but the mosquito also can't eat you. Alas, 2011 Phaea has not just a sleeping husband in her bed but a slightly evil cat and a 30 pound schnauzer mix who's motives are not always clear. </div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">You would think that because I am their master they would be doing all they could to hunt down the FUCKING mosquito and eat it. Charlie the cat loves eating cockroaches and leaving a single leg out for me. What's a little mosquito to him? Nothing! But no, these two animals appears to be working with the mosquito as Gus pinned me down on one side and Charlie pinned me down on the other. I could not escape. </div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">The more frightening thing besides the fact that my animals have turned against me is that these 2011 mosquitos seem to only be going for my hands. It's like they KNOW how I make a living and they are trying to destroy me. And I can't do anything about it. </div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Looking back, this blog post has clearly been written by an insane person -- or more accurately -- someone driven insane by something. In fact, how do you people know that the Mosquito has not lodged itself into my brain and is actually controlling everything I'm writing right now?</div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">How do you know that I am not the Mosquito? </div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">How?</div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">HOW?</div><div class="p1"><br />
</div><div class="p1">help me. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-81534290219803867562011-09-17T19:28:00.000-07:002011-09-19T06:23:20.103-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN BEING UNTRUSTWORTHY</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b style="font-size: 12pt;"> </b> I've never been what you would call a classic "good friend." Oh, I care in my way. I'll gchat you, or send you a picture of my cat making a dumb face, but I'm terrible at making plans. And if I manage to make plans with you I am 80% likely to get sick and cancel. I blame anxiety/my burgeoning agoraphobia.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">But despite my less then-user-friendliness, I happen to have some amazing friends. Friends I can play Nintendo with or go to IKEA with. Friends who don't mind that I only want to talk about my cat's dumb faces. And now as I get older I also get my friend's spouses. Or more accurately they get me with my inability to feed myself, grumpy sleeping requirements, and insane German need for schedules. Also, they get the occasional manic screaming. But I assumed that they loved me as much as their spouses did.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">And then I found out that all my friend’s spouses think I’m a moron.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">I never would have known if a lot of them hadn’t adopted puppies around the same time. Every time I showed up to meet the puppy the same scene played out.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">Step One: The spouse takes me aside and sits me down. Spouse says: “Phaea. Don’t scream at the puppy. That will scare it. Don’t poke the puppy hard. And guess what? The puppy is very small. If you hug it too hard, you might hurt the puppy.”<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">Step Two: I am offended. I begin to play dumb. “What am this?” I ask.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">ME: So that is what ams ties the puppy to your fist? Oh.”</div><o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">ME: What am those?<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">SPOUSE: Those are the puppies teeth.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">ME: If that puppies does bites me with teeths, is ok I bite back? Oh. Otherwise how else does he learns? What does puppy eat? Does puppy eat pizza? Oh. No pizza for puppy? Now I sad. I sad there no pizza party for puppy. I also sad, because you are married to my friend I always have to spend time with you if I want to see her. But ha the jokes on you because you have to spend time with me, and I am very, very stupid. Now hand me your puppy so I can pretend to do the Lion King and accidently hit it into the ceiling fan. Ha. Did not cover that in your speech. You should have.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">Step Four:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>I gently Lion King the puppy into a slow moving ceiling fan. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>That did actually happen with one of the puppies. It was totally fine.<o:p></o:p></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;">But it did prove the spouses' point. <b style="text-decoration: underline;"><o:p></o:p></b><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"></div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-91487738695368356842011-08-15T06:42:00.000-07:002011-08-15T06:42:59.408-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN GUS' VACATION NOTES</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bad News: I killed three baby birds and put them in a pile. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Good News: There are literally no more baby birds for me to kill. </div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-91189291420319637612011-08-04T06:32:00.000-07:002011-08-05T08:50:18.650-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TODAY IN CO-DEPENDENCE</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">My husband and I have a great relationship. We are there for each other, but give each other space. We share errands and household tasks. We let the other one watch what they want on TV. And we are romantic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What we are not good at is being apart. Not because we miss each other so terribly, but because inevitably when one of us goes out of town the other one nearly dies. Take our last three sojourns apart:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1) Justin goes to LA. 20 minutes after he leaves, Phaea bends over and cracks her skull on the corner of an end table resulting in a bloody eyeball:<br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;">2) Phaea goes to Utah. Justin gets so drunk in the apartment that he passes out at 12am holding a container of his own vomit, which spills. Also, his punching hand is bleeding. Punchee = unknown.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">3) Justin goes to LA again. A day later Phaea puts her hands in scalding hot water, mixes bleach and ammonia, and then almost drinks a glass of bleach.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's romantic to say "I can't live with out you." But in this relationship it's more of a plea. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">UPDATE:<br />
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It's getting worse. Last night I was just in a separate room then Justin and I smacked my head so hard on the corner of my filing cabinet that it still hurts today:<br />
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</div>The conversation after it happened went like this:<br />
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Me: Ahhhh! I hit my head really hard on the corner of....(forgot the word "filing cabinet")<br />
Justin: On the what?<br />
Me: WHY DOES THAT MATTER!<br />
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</div>Phaea C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02480841591384435971noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30597442.post-66820838968330221072011-08-04T06:16:00.000-07:002011-08-04T06:16:22.271-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>THOUGHT OF THE DAY</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you manage to pop an ice-cube out of a tray directly into your glass and no one is around to see it, is it still awesome?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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