<?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-786520789800816100</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:17:32.587-05:00</updated><category term='american idol'/><category term='Adam Lambert'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='douchebag'/><category term='scary things'/><category term='girls suck'/><category term='Cub-bies Su-uck Clap-clap clap-clap-clap'/><category term='Sprinkles'/><category term='television'/><category term='andrew lloyd webber'/><category term='Jack in the Box'/><title type='text'>Tracey's Blog About Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I write about nothing.  Nothing important, nothing earth shattering, nothing you can't live without reading, nothing I can't live without writing. Basically, nothing.  And maybe some stuff about TV shows I watch and how I'm doing in my fantasy hockey league.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-6599372702194752322</id><published>2011-07-15T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:03:56.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things I Love In 100 Days: Day One</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm doing this to remind myself of all the things I love. This is mostly in an effort to force myself to be more positive about things, and to not hate on everyone and everything.  We'll see how long I keep it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 THING I LOVE:  Flip flops.  Good for showing off the pedicure, they keep your toes flying free all summer long.  I probably have twenty pairs of black flip flops/sandals.  Some are sparkly, some are plain, some are athletic, but I love them all!  Comfortable, convenient, cool.  I do love my flip flops.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-6599372702194752322?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6599372702194752322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=6599372702194752322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/6599372702194752322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/6599372702194752322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2011/07/100-things-i-love-in-100-days-day-one.html' title='100 Things I Love In 100 Days: Day One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-3697659656500074465</id><published>2011-02-28T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:54:38.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh, Shiny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1V1Axo_Ks/TWwX13J371I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sG7CHhvVTyE/s1600/ADD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1V1Axo_Ks/TWwX13J371I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sG7CHhvVTyE/s320/ADD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578860252511072082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days it takes me five hours to get anything done.  I start something and then I get distracted and forget what i was working on and then the next time I look up, it's hours later and I haven't finished anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's not my fault.  I'll be working on something and someone will email or call and I'll have to look something up and then I'll start something else, and never get back to the original thing I was working on.  Sometimes it's entirely my own fault.  I'll see something shiny, or a new picture of Adam Lambert and then my mind wanders and Boom, I'm getting nothing done again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have no willpower when it comes to spending money at a bar.  I realize this and everytime I swear I'm only going to spend X amount of dollars and then the Vodka/Cranberries start going down and I'll just HAVE TO HAVE more and the next thing I know, my debit card is out and I've spent fifty dollars on drinks.  Do you know how much you have to drink to spend fifty dollars at a regular bar?  About 10.  This weekend I spent over a hundred dollars on a turkey club, and drinks.  Oh, and entrance to the strip club for me &amp; Jason.  At least I don't have a money problem at the strip club.  That would be truly awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-3697659656500074465?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3697659656500074465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=3697659656500074465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3697659656500074465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3697659656500074465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2011/02/ohhhh-shiny.html' title='Ohhhh, Shiny!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1V1Axo_Ks/TWwX13J371I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sG7CHhvVTyE/s72-c/ADD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-1524306486798592519</id><published>2011-02-24T16:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:46:00.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Year...In A Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0JzzCtiuHg/TWbfmRB6U3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_JRi5hXK5T0/s1600/181590_1780400880882_1565232984_2151273_1536647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0JzzCtiuHg/TWbfmRB6U3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_JRi5hXK5T0/s320/181590_1780400880882_1565232984_2151273_1536647_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577391037044380530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!  It's been almost a year to the day since I posted last!  I always forget that i have this blog.  I tend to think in smaller bursts lately, what with all the dead brain cells from drinking, and mostly post on Twitter and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time we talked:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Adam Lambert twice.  Once in Nashville with my mom and once in St. Louis by myself.  Which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I was surprised by how friendly everyone was when they found out I was there alone. Both concerts were truly spectacular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank waaaaayyyyyyy too much in the last year.  Pretty much every weekend, holiday, sporting event &amp; funeral I went to involved alcohol of some kind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with friends, played with my cat, got my finances more securely in order, smoked a few (million) cigarettes, went to Huntsville for a birthday, and Indiana for Jimmy Buffett night at a country club.  I traveled to Florida with my parents, where we mostly ate and I drank beer every single day.  I had the best Halloween ever.  Even though I didn't really dress up as anything.  Maybe this year I'll go all out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated birthdays with friends, family, and acquantances (Hi, Megan's brother Sean!), attended a couple of trivia nights, a game night with friends, and various other functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma passed away. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a lot of TV.  I watched a lot of Youtube videos from Adam's Glamnation tour.  I bought tons of Adam Lambert merchandise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore the same shirt numerous times and had it pointed out to me numerous times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced.  I laughed.  I cried.  I puked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-1524306486798592519?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1524306486798592519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=1524306486798592519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/1524306486798592519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/1524306486798592519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-yearin-nutshell.html' title='The Last Year...In A Nutshell'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0JzzCtiuHg/TWbfmRB6U3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_JRi5hXK5T0/s72-c/181590_1780400880882_1565232984_2151273_1536647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-7238532103045636361</id><published>2010-02-23T18:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:51:32.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprinkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack in the Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls suck'/><title type='text'>American Wannabe's - Take 9!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4R3XaXldBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/baQr6ZREhis/s1600-h/4243927760_c34e39e064_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441605493869343762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4R3XaXldBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/baQr6ZREhis/s320/4243927760_c34e39e064_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back, Idol Lunatics!!! Yes, it's me again. I'm thinking about recapping this silly show again this year. It's always easier when I don't really have a favorite. Less stressful, more snarking, more time: since I won't be voting for two hours straight for ANYONE this year, just more fun all around for everyone. I was overinvested last year which completely ruined my blogging abilities for the most part. This year's crop of wannabe rockstars, country crooners, and pop idols seem to be a likely bunch for fun-making, so we'll start here and see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the ladies start us off. Since last year, we have lost one judge (the awesomely drunken/fashion don't-tress Paula Abdul), revamped our format from a top 36 to a top 24, been subjected to guest judges the likes of Posh Spice, the always hated by me Shania Twain, one of the JoBros, and NPH (aka: my 3rd favorite gay in the entire world, after Jason and Adam). We now know that this is the last season for Simon Cowell and the first season for Ellen DeGeneres. &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;There are sob stories aplenty featured this year, along with the usual bunch of mothers, fathers, church singers, boys with guitars, girls with guitars, girls with funny colored hair, preppy boys, 16 year old girls, and everyone in between. &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;The top 12 ladies are going to be singing tonight, followed by the top 12 guys tomorrow night, and on Thursday we will mercifully cull the herd a bit and get rid of four people. Hopefully, once we get down to the top 12, I will be able to remember some of these people's names, and not just the cute boys that I like and the girl with the bad teeth. &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;And with that heeeeeeeere's RYAN! This. is American Idol. Thanks, Ry! I totally forgot what show I was watching! I love when he states the obvious. BTW, Sprinkles is wearing all black with a gray and black patterned tie, looking waxy and slightly attractive to me once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys are in the audience, watching the girls do their thing tonight. And here are your judges, live and in person. The order goes: Ellen, Randy, Kara, &amp;amp; Simon. Interesting. Some stupid banter between Ryan &amp;amp; Simon, as usual, some nonsensical blathering from Kara, some pointless hyperbole from Randy, some funny from Ellen. Get to it, peeps. This show is two hours long and I bet they still run over because of all the talking. Let's sing, bitches. I don't care about Simon's wandering hands, Ellen. AHHH!! I'm already dreading this stupid season, and I haven't even seen one girl sing. I really hate this show. I miss Paula. &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;Theme: Songs from the Billboard charts. That narrows things down. Practically every song ever made has been on the BB charts. So original this show is not. &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;First up: black girl I have never seen before, named Paige Miller. I have literally never heard her name mentioned yet on this show. I do believe this one is fodder. We'll see. She has a decent voice from the clips. Tonight she will be singing "It's All Right Now", by Free. Started off a little flat, but when she wails it sounds pretty good. Oh, no. Flat note, and now the chorus. Only slightly painful, and the backup singers are once again doing their best to sabotage. Thanks, backup singers. ILU. Heh. Slightly wedding/cruise ship singer to me. Simon thinks she has the best voice out of all the girls, didn't like her song choice. Heh, he just said wedding singer! I'm psychic. Kara disagrees w/ Simon, likes the song choice because of her soul, didn't like the chorus. Me either! I agree with Kara, shockingly enough. Randy says something. Ellen liked that she was present and confident in the moment, since being first can't be easy. Oh, no. Paige mentions that she was sown into her outfit and has had to pee for five hours. Jesus, the first one up and she makes a pee joke with Ryan. This is going to be a very long season. &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;How many girls are left? 11??? FUCK. ME. &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;GLEE COMMERCIAL!!! OMG! I CAN'T WAIT! MADONNA EPISODE FTW!&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;Next up is Ashley Rodriguez. She looks boring. :( Heh, Simon hates Battlefield. So funny. You better go and get your armor. Hee. She is singing "Happy", by Leona Lewis. I hate this song with a fiery passion. Ashley is very breathy and not very good. She makes funny faces when she sings. I miss Adam already. And Allison. And Kris. Kara says "Big song....there were some nice moments, and moments that weren't great." Kara is so smart, y'all. Randy couldn't see 'Ashley' in the song, he saw Leona Lewis. And not a very good Leona Lewis. Simon thinks she's going backwards from where she was when they first saw her. He thinks she could be in trouble after her performance tonight. Aww, is she crying? Sucks to be her. Next!&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;Janell Wheeler is her name. Singing is her game. Kind of. Singing "What about Love" by Heart. Oooh, this is a crash and burn song. No one can sing it like Heart, so if you don't make it your own and do something different with it, it's going to sound like bad karaoke. Which it does. Sorry Janell, your prettiness will probably carry you another week, but singing should not be your goal in life. You're just not that good at it. Moving on. I'm skipping the judges on this one. Beep-boop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm a bit anti-girl this season since the judges seem all "oh a girl will def. win this year, blah, blah, fish-cakes". Do they not realize that most of the people voting are fan-girls? And that fan-girls will mainly vote for the cute boy/boys that they like unless one of the girls is just an amazing singer, which from what I've seen so far, they really aren't? Ahem. Not that I know anything at all about fangirls. Heh. ExceptItotallywasonelastyearforAdam. &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;Singing the Beatles song "Fixin a hole" is Lilly Scott. There is NO WAY she is 20. She looks about 40 and sounds like she smokes a pack a day. Her mannerisms on stage really are kind of annoying. She is a little Bjork-like in her phrasing. Huh. I really didn't like that, but I think the judges will. I'm skipping them again, because this recap is already getting to be Tolstoy-long. &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;Did y'all know that Ace is going to be in Hair on Broadway? Nudity! \o/ I really need to go to New York this summer. Also, I need to go to Vancouver the first week of April, because Adam is doing two shows up there. Jesus, he needs to start touring in the US already. I can't wait. Seriously, if you haven't bought his CD yet, or if I haven't bought it for you and forced you to listen to it at gunpoint, you really need to get out there and get it. It is worth the ten bucks or so for "Fever" alone. Plus, you get Whataya Want From Me, Strut, FYE, Music Again, If I Had You, Soaked, Sleepwalker, etc. I recommend buying the Itunes version because you get two extra songs, the amazingly random tripped out Down the Rabbit Hole, and the political agenda anthem Master Plan. Go. Now. Buy it! You won't regret it, I promise! Ok back to your regularly scheduled programming. &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;Katelyn Epperly, she of the curly hair and pretty face. Her song of choice tonight is "Oh, Darlin". Ryan doesn't say who it's by, and I don't care enough to Google it. I kind of like her better when I'm not watching her sing, which probably isn't a good thing. She too makes weird singing faces, and her lipstick is freaking me out. I like her dress. She scream sings in places, but overall, not a total trainwreck. &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;Black girl #2 is up next. Her name is Hayley Vaughn and she is an annoying 16 year old. 16 year olds should not be able to use the phrase "I've wanted to do this for so long" or "I've been watching this show forever." You were fucking 7 years old when this show started. I have pants that are older than you are, so STFU, STFD, and respect your elders. Damn I'm old. Anyway, Hayley will be treating us to yet another Beatles song "I wanna hold your hand." Of course she wants to hold my hand, my hand is awesome and soft and maybe we could skip through a meadow while holding hands, jesus she is annoying. Singingwise, eh. Meh. Stop screaming about wanting to hold my hand, bitch. I don't like her white dress or her white tights, or the stupid giant white headband she is wearing. Way over the top, girlfriend. &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;Halfway through. :sigh: &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;Lacey Brown is an event coordinator at a church. Apparently she was rejected last year, and decided to try out again. Good for her. She has Adam's hair, only red, and his love of eyeliner. She will be warbling her way through Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide". Whoops, when I said warbling I was kind of joking, but sweet child of mine, this is bad. Quirky voiced is one thing, but this is awful times ten thousand. The best part is the harmony being sung by a male backup singer. Yikes. Beep-boop once again. &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;Remember Me preview! But Edward, what about Bella? What will she think about you canoodling with a blonde whore while she is busy dying inside and riding motorbikes with Jacob back in Forks? How dare you! &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;I really hope they backloaded this shitshow. So far, I haven't really liked anyone and I haven't really thought any of these girls deserved to move on to next week. &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;I can't wait to see Sue Sylvester in a cone bra. &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;Yay, more girls singing. Michelle Delamor, pretty girl, cute ass hair, singing "Fallen", one of the few Alicia Keys songs that I like. Oh, honey no. This is a bad imitation of Alicia. Moments of good singing, but sweet christ on a cracker, what is up with all the weird phrasing by these gals? They have these weird pauses and ups and downs. I gotta tell you girls, making it weird does not equal making it your own. Just saying. She was alright though. Not too terribly bad, not too terribly good. &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;Didi Benami is a 23 year old waitress and she kind of reminds me of Megan Joy from last year. She is a cryer. And she looks like Kitty from Arrested Development. Sounds like her too. I think I like her voice the best so far for some reason. It's not really strong, but it's unique. She also picks an Ingrid Michelson song, which: two thumbs way up for that pick. Obscure enough that people won't compare, but still familiar sounding and a really good song. She's a smart one, this girl. I say keep an eye on her. Don't care what the judges say, cause my hands are getting tired of typing this recap. I bet Simon didn't like it, but he likes her personally. I bet Kara tries to sound smart and fails. Randy says something about for you, for him, it just didn't work for him dawg. And Ellen loved it, because she is the nice one this year. Have I mentioned I miss Paula? &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;Getting down to the final few: yes! I think I am going to take a Jack in the Box break and go get some dinner. I am starving all of a sudden. Back in a bit with the rest of the girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siobhan Magnus is next. Sorry for the delay. I talked to my mom, ate some Tacos, drank some Diet Coke, hung up my laundry, fed the cat, read some cracky fan fiction, and then watched White Collar. Now I'm back to wrap up the lady singers. Finally. Siobhan is singing "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak. A song it was rumored Adam was singing on the finale last year. Unfortunately he didn't, and she is, and I'm soooooo bored already. She has an interesting voice, but it seems like she's yelling too much and making cutesy faces too much and just generally creeping me out all around. I will say that she is one of the better girls tonight. Ditch the flower in the hair next time tho, 'kay?&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;My fave girl, Crystal Bowersox is next. Her baby is adorable. Her teeth are awful. But her voice. Singing "Hand in my pocket", by Alanis Morissette, standing alone on stage with her guitar, and her harmonica. Girl is in this to win it. I love her vibe, and her voice. Kind of hippie, kind of old school grunge, kind of new agey sounding. My only problem with her is that I get the feeling that she will continually be bringing up her son and how she is doing this for him and to provide him with a better life. Ugh. I always hate the sob stories and the Oh I'm so POOOORRRR stories. Nothing turns me off faster on this show than them continually shoving someone's "story" down my throat and ignoring the music aspect. Just ask my good buddy Danny Gokey from last season. Decent voice, but boy, what a douchebag. So yadda yadda yadda Crystal is pretty good, at least she has a bit of an original thought in her head and it wasn't truly awful karaoke times like some of the rest of these girls have shown us tonight.&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;Finally, the last girl! The truly obnoxious and precocious Katie Stevens! She will be singing "Feeling Good" and making me hate her on the first night! A new all time hater record! Adam killed on this song last year, and he strutted his way down fucking pink steps doing it, and this little 17 year old bimbette needs to step off the Adam songs. They be retired, bitch. So she sings, and looks all pagenty and cutesy about it, and she does actually have a good voice, but unfortunately it's buried beneath ten tons of bullshit artifice. Like of all the songs in the world, she had to pick this one? For one, it's too old for her. Pick something that might actually showcase what type of music you will be singing after the shows over. This wasn't Big Band week, or Michale Buble covers week. It was fucking Billboard chart week, which means you can basically pick anything and sing it. And you pick Feeling Good, a song that one of the best contestants EVER in the history of this show sang just last year? I hope you go down hard, girl. HARD. Unfortunately the judges salivate over kids like this, and she will probably be spending many more weeks irritating the shit out of me, with her Little Miss Sunshine smiley face smarming her way through many a ballad. Damn it. &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;Well, this recap is done. I'll be back tomorrow for Guy's Night! Hopefully it doesn't suck ass as much as tonight did. T-Bone out!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-7238532103045636361?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7238532103045636361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=7238532103045636361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7238532103045636361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7238532103045636361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/american-wannabes-take-9.html' title='American Wannabe&apos;s - Take 9!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4R3XaXldBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/baQr6ZREhis/s72-c/4243927760_c34e39e064_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-7268007053502145229</id><published>2009-07-23T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:10:56.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SmfvAomisdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Ka2ypMJz-k/s1600-h/adamunf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361516675585978834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SmfvAomisdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Ka2ypMJz-k/s320/adamunf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello!  Long time, no posty.  I've been busy.  Work stuff mostly.  I really don't have anything to say on here most of the time.  I'm still nurturing an unhealthy obsession with Adam Lambert.  Fan fiction is the devil.  Ahem.  I still am not fond of children, still am very fond of dogs, and still can't stand my idiot loser brother.  I've been watching a couple of new shows this summer, HawthoRNe, and Make it or Break it.  Both have been entertaining so far.  The former mostly for Michael Vartan as a doctor, while the latter is mindless fluffy pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was last on here, I have been to Vegas, Huntsville, and the All Star Game.  I've probably had a few too many at times.  Probably did some things I shouldn't have.  Other than that, not much is going on in my life.  I'm pondering a serious change that I don't really want to talk about yet, though I can say it involves moving.  I've decided I'm in a big 'ol rut, and need to do something drastic to get out of it.  Actually, it's more of a big 'ol ravine.  Anyway.  That's me.  Maybe I'll update on here more now.  I kind of forgot I had this silly blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-7268007053502145229?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7268007053502145229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=7268007053502145229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7268007053502145229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7268007053502145229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SmfvAomisdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0Ka2ypMJz-k/s72-c/adamunf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-8803586107245977840</id><published>2009-04-14T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:24:03.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glambert Rules, Gokey Drools.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SeVEYEDMJqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gg5r8SqBWDs/s1600-h/10_adam_lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737314630149794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SeVEYEDMJqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gg5r8SqBWDs/s320/10_adam_lambert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously? Seriously?! Here is a list of songs that Danny Gokey, douchebag contestant on American Idol, has sung so far this season: Endless Love, Stand By Me, What Hurts The Most, PYT, Jesus Take The Wheel, Get Ready, Hero...I think I'm missing something else, but damn can this guy pick songs I loathe or what? Every time he opens his douchey mouth to smarm out some douchey song, I just want to smack something. Preferably him. At least he ditched the lesbian glasses this week. Hate him so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the other hand...the Glambert can do no wrong in my eyes. That last note he hit tonight was simply amazing! I really love the guyliner and the punk/drag/rock/HotTopic look he has going most weeks. I am a total fangirl over this guy. The last time this happened was when Ace Young was on, and I really just lusted after him. With Adam, I realize I have no chance since I am in fact a woman, however it really doesn't matter. I want to watch an Adam concert, and buy an Adam CD and wear an Adam t-shirt. I am seriously way too old for this shit. Heh. Oh, well! It's nice to look forward to American Idol again every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else is kind of just a big ball of blah to me. Kris is cute. Allison is sixteen going on fifty, with a two pack a day voice, though I do like her most of the time. Matt has that mole that freaks me out, but he can sometimes sound almost like Michael Buble enough that I like him for a few minutes. Lil, or Little as Simon calls her, is totally and completely karaoke. Scott with the blindness and eighties hair really creeped me out. And Anoop! I always forget about Anoop. He reminds me of American Dreamz, the movie starring Hugh Grant and Mandy Moore. There is a Middle Eastern contestant in the movie that Anoop reminds me of every time I see him. Anoop dawg bores the ever living fuck out of me. Good voice, zero charisma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.  Did anyone else do the Happy Hands Club interpretation of "The Rose" along with Lil's singing tonight?  Seriously, you need to watch Napoleon Dynamite, if only for this scene, and the scene at the end with them doing the sign language to a Backstreet Boys song, and Napoleon dancing of course.  Vote for Pedro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show with Adam, with him singing along to all the songs, and me just smiling and laughing and tra-la-la all night long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-8803586107245977840?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8803586107245977840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=8803586107245977840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8803586107245977840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8803586107245977840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/glambert-rules-gokey-drools.html' title='Glambert Rules, Gokey Drools.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SeVEYEDMJqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gg5r8SqBWDs/s72-c/10_adam_lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-3748757583638856770</id><published>2008-11-18T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:37:56.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>The Biggest Loser is totally making me cry tonight.  Stupid fat people crying makes this stupid fat person cry.   Damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need trainer Bob to follow me around yelling at me to gut it out and not give up.  Because it is so easy to just give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-3748757583638856770?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3748757583638856770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=3748757583638856770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3748757583638856770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3748757583638856770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-7749292385856912280</id><published>2008-11-14T21:18:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:10:59.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>Everyone has one. We all know you do. Your list of people who, if stranded on a desert island, or trapped in an elevator, or unbeknownst to anyone finding out, you would "do". Have sex with, I mean. Here is the latest incarnation of my list, which at the moment is down to only six! I have gracefully provided you with illustrations as to the hotness and doability of each candidate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without any further ado, and in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jamie Bamber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268718735188750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR4_xlhe8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kZWR-jDxh5A/s320/bamber-towel04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His veritable gorgeousness aside, he has the cutest English accent! And he stars on one of my favorite shows, Battlestar Galactica. He plays the ex-hotshot pilot Lee Adama, son of the General, leader of the fleet of survivors searching for "Earth" or something. All I know is that when he showed up onscreen with his itty bitty towel covering his nethers, I was a fan for life. He has also starred in a couple of other English shows, but since I haven't seen him in anything besides BG, I can't judge his hotness in them. Trust me though, if you have a chance to rent BG and just want to spend an afternoon gazing at the delights of the Bamber, you have my blessing. And I'll be in my bunk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jensen Ackles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721034482816210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5B3bD6FNI/AAAAAAAAADE/V57ySFyhU7o/s320/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:sigh: Oh, Dean Winchester. You're my hero. Jensen plays Dean on 'Supernatural' and he is pretty much the best character on TV right now. At turns obnoxious, horny, intense, kickass, protective, and vulnerable, Jensen provides me with an hour of sighing and giggling every Thursday night. Here's a bonus picture of him lying on my bed...I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268722190243405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5C6smtH_I/AAAAAAAAADM/84lt4yiFxtE/s320/jensenass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael Vartan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268722649915942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5DVdBLZ1I/AAAAAAAAADU/jZ4avm9Q2SU/s320/michael-vartan-05-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this picture, he appears to be saying, "hmmm, I wonder if I'm still on Tracey's list after I was on that horrible show 'Big Shots'". The answer to this is a resounding YES. We fell in love during 'Never Been Kissed', went steady all through 'Alias', yes, even that awful year with She Who Must Not Be Named, may she not rest in peace, and our relationship was cemented at a charity hockey game. That he played in. Guh. So hot. Super spy. Sexy teacher. Hockey player. That is a hat trick of hotness in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jared Padalecki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268723765340432850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5EWYTGadI/AAAAAAAAADc/d18sLG1RWGs/s320/jared_padalecki_towel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love a man in a towel. Especially a 6'5 demon hunter stud in a towel. If you ever want a good laugh, search for "Wincest fan fiction". Heh. Anyway, Jared plays Sam Winchester on 'Supernatural', the brother to Dean and possessor of demon blood and erratic telekinetic powers. He towers over the 6' Jensen at times and I think I could bounce a quarter (or my body, heh) off his abs of steel. I love these brothers so much. In the fandom there are Dean girls, of which i have been one until recently, and there are Sam girls. I've decided to be Bi-Winchester and love them both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gerard Butler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268726005391302946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5GYxI2ISI/AAAAAAAAADk/GY7bdomPxA8/s320/gerard_butler_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, hello there, Gerard! Just out of the water I see. Did you have a nice swim? Gerard has been in many movies, most recently as the kooky dead guy in PS I love you, but none that resonated quite as much with me as '300'. Surrounded by 299 other hot ablicious studs in leather man-panties, Gerard still managed to stand out above them all as King Leonidas. He got nekkid with the queen, fought with his men, and managed to look mouthwateringly good even as he was dying. Not only was he the star of the movie, I believe his monstrous abs should have won some kind of award on their own. Yum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ben Browder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268727721478901010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5H8qEAzRI/AAAAAAAAADs/QHY24fTf7NE/s320/blackleathernguns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, my, my, Ben. What a big....gun you have. Ben starred in my favorite show of all time, 'Farscape'. He played John Crighton, the fish out of water astronaut who was sucked through a wormhole into an alien galaxy, forced to fend for himself amongst alien species and technologies he had never seen. He adapted quickly, both to the violent nature of the aliens, and their tendency to wear a lot of leather. He was the "John" half of "John and Aeryn" and I wanted to be Aeryn something fierce. She was a lucky lucky lucky lady. At times, playing against muppets and guys in costume alike, he always pulled out all the stops, both in the acting and in the comedic timing required to work on a show like 'Farscape'. He will always be my leather wearing, wormhole weapon making, favoritist astronaut/warrior/commander/father/lover/friend ever. Bonus picture with Aeryn (Claudia Black, upon whom I have the biggest girlcrush):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268730017927402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR5KCVAAEoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ll7Qx2Tqkhs/s320/johnaerynsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this list say about me? I have a definite preference for fantasy over reality, since five out of the six starred or star in a sci-fi/fantasy show or movie (and Michael Vartan starred in ALIAS, which was sort of sci-fi at times with the whole "Rambaldi" crap flying around). Who needs real life, when you can have these guys roaming around in fantasy land? All of these guys have, at one time or another, starred in my wildest daydreams and steamiest fan fiction. I think it's all the leather and guns and demon hunting and marching around in nothing but abs and a smile...okay, I'm done here. Who's on your list? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-7749292385856912280?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7749292385856912280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=7749292385856912280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7749292385856912280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7749292385856912280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SR4_xlhe8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kZWR-jDxh5A/s72-c/bamber-towel04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-8563044272226229675</id><published>2008-10-02T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:31:06.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cub-bies Su-uck Clap-clap clap-clap-clap'/><title type='text'>Go Blue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SOWCOg_CF2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/52weaYaEHto/s1600-h/dodgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252747726281643874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SOWCOg_CF2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/52weaYaEHto/s320/dodgers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it completely wrong of me to care more about the Dodgers-Cubs game than the Vice Presidential Debate? It's like, who really cares who wins or loses a debate between these two anyway. I mean really, Kirk Cameron once won a debate in that old movie "Listen to Me", so how hard can it be? Now if Biden or Palin could hit a home run to stick it to the Cubs that would be one thing. But I could care less to hear them yipping away about who voted for what and who cares more about the "middle fucking class". Really, people. The important thing here is that the Cubs lose. And by lose, I mean are fucking humiliated in the form of a sweep or some other cataclysmic happenstance such as some poor schmuck sticking his hand in the field of play, thus interrupting what would have been a sure out, and ensuring Cubs fans wait in misery for yet another year to finally win the big one. That is what's important. That is what matters. Go Dodgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-8563044272226229675?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8563044272226229675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=8563044272226229675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8563044272226229675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8563044272226229675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-blue.html' title='Go Blue!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SOWCOg_CF2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/52weaYaEHto/s72-c/dodgers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-391368721639859883</id><published>2008-10-01T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:43:10.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>I'm a copycat.  I can't come up with things to talk about here on my own, so I am copying Claire's seven random things idea.  So here goes:  7 random things most people don't know about me or don't really want to know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am addicted to trashy romance novels. I have been known to go through maybe four or five new books a week.  When I run out of authors who have new books out, I end up resorting to reading the Harlequin ones, which are horribly cheesy and all have the same plot.  I can't help myself.  I also love to reread books I've already read.  It's a good thing I am a quick reader or I would never get anything done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate to cook.  I love to eat, but cooking food is not fun to me.  I end up making things that only take minimal prep. time, because I hate cooking with a passion.  If I was rich, I would just eat out all the time.  Which I do way too much anyway, and I am most definitely not rich. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am terrified of birds, stairs, and car washes that you have to drive into.  Birds have frightened me from a young age, ever since my parents let me watch that movie "the Birds" by Alfred Hitchcock.  I can't go through that walk through thing at the zoo without having a major heartattack.  I have a recurring fear of falling down stairs.  It doesn't help that I can't see my feet too well when I am walking down them.  Everytime I go down stairs, I just imagine what would happen if I fell down them and broke my neck.  Weird, I know.  Car washes are a fairly recent fear.  About 8 years ago, I drove into one and ran into the rail on the side and messed up the car wash track.  Ever since then, I can't drive into one.  I just refuse to do it.  My brain will not let me even look at a drive through car wash without shuddering.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plants hate me.  I had a fern a couple of years ago (named Robert, of course) and he died within three weeks of me getting him.  Ferns are supposed to be hardy!  Anyway, everytime I try to get a plant for my apartment, it always ends up dying.  I just think they die to escape from watching so much television with me.  Just a theory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, Designed to Sell.  You are my guilty pleasure.  I can watch it and watch it and watch it.  It makes me want to own a house.  If only so I can have them come in and fix it up so that I can sell it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only wash my hair every other day.  I read somewhere that washing it every day strips it of natural oils and such, so for the last year or so, I have been only washing it every other day.  I can't tell the difference, but I don't spend as much on shampoo, so whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate talking on the telephone.  Either email me, or talk to me in person, because I am not the type of person to just jabber away on the phone.  If you do call me, most likely when you go on and on about something, I am doing something else like reading or watching tv and not listening.  Which I know in this day and age makes me really antisocial, but there is a reason I only have a few friends.  I don't enjoy chatting on the phone.  I would rather be looking at someone when I talk.  It's more personal, and it's just easier for me.  I like to read body language and interact with the person, which on a telephone is just impossible.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you are.  Seven random things.  Don't mind me.  I've been in a bad mood for the last six months, and will probably continue to be in a bad mood into the new year!  Hooray for installing new accounting systems!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-391368721639859883?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/391368721639859883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=391368721639859883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/391368721639859883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/391368721639859883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-760358055155292841</id><published>2008-08-25T17:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:17:01.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Tracey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SLM6gbRpPPI/AAAAAAAAACs/h2yl-rZr6H8/s1600-h/90210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238595120314006770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SLM6gbRpPPI/AAAAAAAAACs/h2yl-rZr6H8/s320/90210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday has generally been a quiet night for me. Not much on that I watch, of course until American Idol comes back. However, this year I have a couple of conflicts on Tuesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 NCIS, House, 90210 Three shows! However, I just read something today that said our local CW station is putting the news on at 7:00, and moving all the shows back into the 8:00/9:00 hours. Hooray for the CW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 Fringe, Dancing with the Stars, 90210 So if 90210 does come on at 8:00, once again I will have three shows going head to head to head. I can't miss Fringe due to my adoration for Joshua Jackson. Pacey FTW! Dancing with the Stars should be great this year. Susan Lucci! Lance Bass! Kim Kardashian! And I simply can't pass up the camp and nostalgia of 90210. Brenda and Kelly both back in the zip code? I'm there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 Nothing! Time to watch all the other shows I've recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my Tuesday. New this year is NCIS (caught up on this summer on DVD, thanks Best Buy!), Fringe (Sci-fi + Pacey = ME!), and 90210 (my first tv addiction and hopefully my new guilty pleasure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-760358055155292841?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/760358055155292841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=760358055155292841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/760358055155292841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/760358055155292841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesdays-with-tracey.html' title='Tuesdays with Tracey'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SLM6gbRpPPI/AAAAAAAAACs/h2yl-rZr6H8/s72-c/90210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-3217874158887689045</id><published>2008-08-13T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:38:17.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall TV Preview...MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SKMp3gaAauI/AAAAAAAAABs/PzN-NYK8yBc/s1600-h/terminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234073225503206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SKMp3gaAauI/AAAAAAAAABs/PzN-NYK8yBc/s320/terminator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as anyone reading this knows, I am a complete TV dork. Every year around the end of August, I start filling out my TV grid for the new season. Don't judge, it's more intricate and complicated that you might imagine. This year I decided to let y'all in on the complexity of choosing what to watch each night. Starting with Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 Chuck, Terminator, Gossip Girl. I love Chuck, Terminator was my favorite new show last year, and Gossip Girl is a guilty pleasure. Thankfully, this is less complicated since the CW likes to repeat Gossip Girl on Sunday afternoon's. So I will be watching Chuck, Tivoing Terminator, and catching Gossip Girl on the weekend. Easy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 Heroes, Prison Break, One Tree Hill. This is the exact same issue I have at 7:00. NBC, FOX, CW. Sorry CW, You lose again. I want to watch Heroes, record Prison Break, and catch OTH in the reruns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 Nothing! Yay! This is when I watch the two shows I recorded earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the whole schedule changes in January when 24 comes back on Mondays, followed by a new show that I can't wait for, Dollhouse. Dollhouse has a limited run of 13 episodes and will take the place of Prison Break from January through March/April. 24 will be replacing Terminator, which I believe moves to a different night in January. Ahhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's Monday. Stay tuned for future updates on the rest of my TV week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-3217874158887689045?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3217874158887689045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=3217874158887689045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3217874158887689045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3217874158887689045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-tv-previewmonday.html' title='Fall TV Preview...MONDAY'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SKMp3gaAauI/AAAAAAAAABs/PzN-NYK8yBc/s72-c/terminator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-8410784371443584514</id><published>2008-07-22T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:54:52.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Who?</title><content type='html'>So.  Today at work we had what is commonly called a "meet and greet" with a popular boy-band that rhymes with Bonus Brothers.  I invited my cousin Aly over since I had no idea who these brothers were and she is 11.  Apparently, they are all the rage among the younger set, as evidenced when they came out of a stairwell and the loudest "SQUUUUEEEEE!!!!"ing I've ever heard in my life commenced.  Aly was so excited.  She got to take her picture with them, and we got tons of random pictures of them standing with other fans.  I'm guessing they are like the Backstreet Boys/New Kids on the Block for a younger generation.  They are certainly cute enough, I guess.  I just felt really old all of a sudden.  You know you're old when you realize you're looking around at the other people in line more than getting all worked up about seeing the latest Disney craze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three more wakeups before I leave to go to Florida!  Watch out sharks in the Gulf of Mexico...  Here I come!  I am also excited to see Turner Field in Atlanta again.  I haven't been there for about five years now, but it is a great place to watch a ballgame.  Should be a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sad news, Missy called me and told me her dog "Spanky" died last night.  He was a 13 year old Chow, and the sweetest dog in the world.  So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more sad news, Estelle Getty (my favorite Golden Girl) died as well.  I loved that old woman.  Rest in peace, ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-8410784371443584514?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8410784371443584514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=8410784371443584514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8410784371443584514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8410784371443584514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/07/jonas-who.html' title='Jonas Who?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-8693101513838380796</id><published>2008-07-01T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:56:58.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracey needs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SGpvASuhPQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCuyArt0Ovc/s1600-h/franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218105169079778562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SGpvASuhPQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCuyArt0Ovc/s320/franklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Following in Claire's trail-blazing footsteps, I have done the Google search for "tracey needs" and here is what I discovered I need today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracey needs a count on who is coming or not coming to the Family Christmas party.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm. Already? But it's only July!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs to keep her little yellow mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What did I say?! And why are my lips yellow?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs Ben to make the magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But I don't know any Ben's. Ben Franklin? Ben from Felicity? Ben Affleck? Ben Dover? Heh. I guess that's why I'm not making the magic. No Ben. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs someone to have her back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;This is true. When it is time to rumble, who will have my back? Hopefully someone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs to stop the madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hee. I'm not sure I'm up to stopping the madness today. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs to sit her ass down and shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I surely do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs a bra on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Huh. I certainly do need that most of the time. Quite obviously. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs a backer for her US dream trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! I do need a backer. Sign up for this privelege at &lt;a href="http://www.givetraceyallyourmoney.net/"&gt;http://www.givetraceyallyourmoney.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs more screen time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I could always use more screen time. Thanks Google!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracey needs an evil twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is the truest statement of them all. Who out there doesn't need an evil twin? Or maybe I could just say I have an evil twin and go out and do evil myself. Hmm. I'll never tell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. That was a fun lunchtime diversion. What do you need?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-8693101513838380796?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8693101513838380796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=8693101513838380796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8693101513838380796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/8693101513838380796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/07/tracey-needs.html' title='Tracey needs...'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SGpvASuhPQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCuyArt0Ovc/s72-c/franklin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-4754059209493559710</id><published>2008-06-27T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:57:17.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five more minutes!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so ready to leave work today.  I got in early today, about 6:45 AM and this day has drug on for-ever.  Hope y'all have a monster exciting weekend.  I know I will.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-4754059209493559710?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4754059209493559710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=4754059209493559710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4754059209493559710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4754059209493559710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-more-minutes.html' title='Five more minutes!!!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-4715926335266291907</id><published>2008-05-27T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:45:05.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fickle.  Sue me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SDxG14AsEyI/AAAAAAAAABc/00lSzGYl0BE/s1600-h/ncis_s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205113160715735842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SDxG14AsEyI/AAAAAAAAABc/00lSzGYl0BE/s320/ncis_s3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sooo.  Well, I think I was mad at CBS for about a week.  Then I watched the NCIS finale, a show that I really hadn't watched much of since its earlier days.  Fast forward about five-six days and approximately 50 episodes, and I officially have forgiven CBS.  And given them about $150.  DVD's aren't cheap.  :sigh:  I should have known better.  Season finale of a show I haven't seen much of, renewed crush on Michael Weatherly, looming holiday weekend with no plans.  It was a recipe for disaster.  I'm up to the second disc of season three, and I haven't bought season four yet, but the way it's looking, I will most likely be heading BACK to Best Buy before the weekend.  I'm practically on a first name basis with the check out people.  Instead of buying all of the seasons at once, I have been getting them one at a time, which has meant frequent journeys to the local BB, and conversations that begin with, "Another season, huh?"  and end with "why don't you just buy them all, you know you'll be back in a couple of days"  from complete strangers.  This is my life.  Be glad it's not you.  I have no willpower, and not enough outdoor activities to occupy my time.  Oh, well.  I have a new show to watch in the fall!  Yay, me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-4715926335266291907?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4715926335266291907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=4715926335266291907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4715926335266291907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4715926335266291907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-fickle-sue-me.html' title='I&apos;m fickle.  Sue me.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SDxG14AsEyI/AAAAAAAAABc/00lSzGYl0BE/s72-c/ncis_s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-568316604640762190</id><published>2008-05-13T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:19:41.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and Jeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SCpVABnRTxI/AAAAAAAAABE/MZzZGsxNxT8/s1600-h/large_moonlight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200062178674167570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SCpVABnRTxI/AAAAAAAAABE/MZzZGsxNxT8/s320/large_moonlight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid CBS. I just read tonight that Moonlight is canceled. No second season of Mick and Beth. No more Josef. Claudia Black's appearance this Friday, which I was really looking forward to with the relish and zealousness only a true fangirl can summon, will sadly be her one and only guest starring role on Moonlight. I will admit, the show wasn't perfect. The whole Coraline subplot came and went and lingered some more and then disappeared for good. Mick was a vampire, then human for five minutes, and then a vamp again. Beth had a boyfriend, lost a boyfriend, and gained a vampire boyfriend. Josef was cool, then cooler, then he got a weird looking hairdo, then was awesome again. (Seriously, Jason Dohring needs to call me. Call me Jason!) Overall though, it was a really entertaining Friday night show. Some of us don't do much on Friday night and like to have a popcorn show that we don't have to think about. Some of us like to ogle hot guys who can jump really high and sleep in freezers. Damnit. We're people too. We deserve a show that doesn't focus on fingerprints and miniscule fibers and stock, boring characters with no history and no color to them. It's not like the show was getting killed in the ratings either. It consistently beat all of the, admittedly minor, competition. I just don't get networks. They can cancel an entertaining show that makes you think and is snarky and cool and buzzworthy like Veronica Mars or Moonlight, yet they greenlight CSI: Wherever and Farmer Wants a Wife. Sadly, PMS-ing like I am right now, this news today made me want to cry and actually did get me choked up a little bit. I just get so attached to my TV shows. :sniff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the Jeers...This! is American Idol! Oh show. Just when I thought you couldn't get more boring and irrevelant in my life, you go and pick these songs and match them up with these contestants. My sweet goofy smiley boy Jason is gone, and these three are left. Yippee. I guess David Cook would be my remaining favorite, but he has looked just dead and not really all there for the last few weeks. Maybe he's a vampire! That would actually make this show interesting to me again. So tonight we had 'lil Davie singing some really boring songs, and cracking me up by singing a Chris Brown song and actually saying "boo". heh. You just know he calls all his friends "boo" in real life. Hee. Syesha tries her best to subscribe to the Katherine McPhee newsletter that says "sluttier beats boring any day of the week....if you can't beat them, seduce them" and follows that advice to the letter with mixed results. Her Alicia Keys is fairly good and true to the original, while her "Fever" is very high school musical-esque. (Actual high school musical, not the movie High School Musical) Her last song, producers choice, was kind of a trainwreck, though not her fault, as the producers know who they want in the finale, and their names are both the same and start with the letter 'D'. Cook sings his first two songs alright. Very mellow, kinda boring. Then he gets the full-on pimp spot treatment. Complete with violins and stage production and fancy lights. "I don't want to miss a thing" by Aerosmith as a overwrought orchestral number. Hmm. It was pretty good, and his voice sounded better on this one than the other two. I just didn't get the feeling that any of them were in it to win it. No "eye of the tiger" to be seen here. Lots of mediocre meh performances. Oh, well. It's almost over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing...Parvati? Really? I know Amanda couldn't talk her way out of a speeding ticket, but damn. Parvati? Seriously? What the hell did she do besides flirt with James and make Ozzy into the biggest baby EVER? Ugh. That was one wack finale. Cirie was robbed, y'all. Robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I lied. One more thing. Did you see Ace on Bones last night? DID YOU???!!!??? Suck it, AI. My boy's a tv star now! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-568316604640762190?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/568316604640762190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=568316604640762190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/568316604640762190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/568316604640762190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-and-jeers.html' title='Tears and Jeers'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SCpVABnRTxI/AAAAAAAAABE/MZzZGsxNxT8/s72-c/large_moonlight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-4360520930481994602</id><published>2008-04-28T19:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:48:05.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>XOXO, Bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SBZuReOujwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zzea663RBq8/s1600-h/Gossip-Girl-Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194460466670112514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SBZuReOujwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zzea663RBq8/s320/Gossip-Girl-Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G is totally going to try and steal D away from S. Heh. I can't wait! Also, N and V? As If! J &amp;amp; the dog walker? Cute. Too bad J is still grounded. Like that'll stop her from getting her "king". This show has quickly gone from a watch-when-nothing-else-is-on show to a must see guilty pleasure. I really want B's hair. It's so shiny. One day I too will have shiny perfect hair. It will probably be a wig and I'll be 70 years old, but it will still be shiny and pretty. XOXO. T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-4360520930481994602?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4360520930481994602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=4360520930481994602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4360520930481994602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/4360520930481994602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/04/xoxo.html' title='XOXO, Bitches!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SBZuReOujwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zzea663RBq8/s72-c/Gossip-Girl-Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-3357461655906214051</id><published>2008-04-22T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:19:20.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew lloyd webber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary things'/><title type='text'>Things that creep me out...this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SA6UGuOujuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fdMbLYD5cP0/s1600-h/7d_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192250263614688994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SA6UGuOujuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fdMbLYD5cP0/s320/7d_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, American Idol. You're so cute. Everytime I think I can quit you, you pull me back in with your awesomeness. First it was Dolly, then you brought me the craziness that was and is Mariah Carey, now Andrew Lloyd Webber? I love you, you know...Man, this show just gets more and more trainwrecky as the weeks go by, and I love it! You have the dreadlocked muppet singing "Memory" in his best soulful Buckley-Cocker imitation, you have Carly belting out "Jesus Christ Superstar", and the littlest David keeping his eyes open for the entire performance of "Think of Me", Big Dave singing "Music of the Night", more on that later, and Brooke White butchering "You must love me" from Evita. Syesha sang something I hadn't heard before, but she did it in a pretty red dress, and looked fabulous, so good for her. Way to ruin the Webber for me, Idol! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pulling out the Ipod and revisiting some of my favorite songs in the whole wide world sang the way they SHOULD be, I rewind the Tivo to recap tonight's Idol. Here's what I got in one sentence: Syesha sassy in a red dress, Jason (whoa...like....whoa), Davey singing the most girlie Broadway song there is in the whole wide world, Brooke picking the perfect singout song for tomorrow night, Carly shouting at me about Jesus, and David reminding me how I love Michael Crawford, and how hot Gerard Butler was as the Phantom. That's it. That's all I've got for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of the showtune. I adore the musical theater. I've been known to love the A'Idol. However, none of these things should ever be brought together, lest the world as we know it implode and red hot magma rains down upon us. The next time the producers of this show think "Hey, maybe we should do a Broadway night again?", they should remember tonight...and then decide to do Rick Springfield songs instead. Much more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one more thing to add to the list of things that creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birds (because of the whole pecking my eyes out thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stairs (because of the falling down them fear)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riverdance (because of all the flailing legs and motionless arms)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kevin Spacey (Seven)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael on General Hospital (because of his mean face and footie pajamas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew Lloyd Webber night on American Idol (because of all the suckiness)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-3357461655906214051?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3357461655906214051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=3357461655906214051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3357461655906214051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/3357461655906214051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-that-creep-me-outthis-week.html' title='Things that creep me out...this week.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/SA6UGuOujuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fdMbLYD5cP0/s72-c/7d_1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786520789800816100.post-7383439922762683336</id><published>2007-12-11T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:25:26.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome?  I guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/R19UhJ0WCiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hHdxJULFUGY/s1600-h/SWSammysUpset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142922228028279330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/R19UhJ0WCiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hHdxJULFUGY/s320/SWSammysUpset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. How are you? I'm fine. Heh. Anyway, I watch lots of TV, reality, drama, comedy, how-to, and way too much Tyra for any one person. Shows I'm currently watching include: ANTM, Project Runway, Heroes, Chuck, Bones, House, Gossip Girl, The Office, Supernatural, Big Shots (oops, not anymore, sorry Michael Vartan!), Friday Night Lights, Moonlight, Las Vegas, The Amazing Race, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate: Atlantis, General Hospital, Daily Show, Colbert Report, Ellen, and sometimes Man vs. Wild (even though I hate that guy). Whew. My life will be slightly empty come January if the writers strike continues into the new year. Though I do have American Idol and Big Brother to look forward to. I really do watch waaaay too much tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True confessions: If I'm home on a random Saturday, I can watch ten hours of ANTM reruns on MTV even though I've already seen every cycle. I am a horrible person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was over on Yahoo 360, but since it's going away, I thought I would give this a try. I don't really know what I'm doing, so hopefully no one is reading! &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786520789800816100-7383439922762683336?l=traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7383439922762683336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786520789800816100&amp;postID=7383439922762683336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7383439922762683336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786520789800816100/posts/default/7383439922762683336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traceysblogaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-i-guess.html' title='Welcome?  I guess?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04215601954300138084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/S4SXWYlLAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltcBdP3W13E/S220/MEEEEE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnqz-3JRVPU/R19UhJ0WCiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hHdxJULFUGY/s72-c/SWSammysUpset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
