<?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-31073711</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:50:42.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>imMEDIAte graham</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me on a tour of the wonderfully frivolous world of television, movies, and media. Today's modern world couldn't be more inane--but would we want it any other way?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6161800354387688458</id><published>2008-09-10T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:47:08.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacey Whitter Leaves the Creek and Goes Whacko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SMf5lqD5yVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sPLLi3RYRPM/s1600-h/pacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434716437367122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SMf5lqD5yVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sPLLi3RYRPM/s200/pacey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was the premiere of Fox’s new TV show “Fringe” by J.J. Abrams—the creator of Lost,” “Alias,” and “Felicity.” “Fringe” is worth watching, but the pilot has some clunkiness that the show needs to shed if it wants to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fringe” is meant to be a kind of 21st century “X-Files” about a beautiful government agent named Olivia who solves life-and-death mysteries with the help of a bad boy genius named Peter. The duo is played by Joshua Jackson (of “Dawson’s Creek” fame) and newcomer Anna Torv, who is a Cate Blanchett look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s probably unfair to spend too much time comparing “Fringe” to “X-Files” because they have different points of view. For years “X-Files” asked the question “What is out there? Is all this creepy stuff real?” But “Fringe” seems to acknowledge the paranormal and points to boundary-breaking new science to ask instead “what hath man wrought?” But the differences between the two shows go deeper. The strength of “X-Files” was never in all the mumbo jumbo—it was the relationship between two partners. You didn’t watch each week just to figure out the mystery—you wanted to see how these crazy scenarios made Mulder and Scully interact. Though “Fringe” is just beginning, it needs to focus on fleshing out its characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any of J.J.’s shows, the first moments of “Fringe” leapt out of the gate at a full gallop with great production values and a tangible, intense atmosphere. And though the 90-minute show was entertaining and certainly watchable, it suffered from a clear weakness in its writing. First, the pacing seemed off. There were bursts of action out of nowhere that lasted just seconds followed by whole sections of exposition sandwiched between commercial breaks. All that explaining of the story could be a real problem too--J.J. has promised the network that “Fringe” won’t be mired in an overarching mythology that will confuse viewers—like “Lost” and “Alias.” But for all of the emphasis on accessibility, “Fringe” sure got off to a convoluted start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show also fails to deliver when it comes to the believability quotient. I’m certainly willing to suspend disbelief and fall into the world of science fiction, but I have to be lured in and enthralled. “Fringe” didn’t do that. It just threw crazy thing after crazy thing at me, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. And it was hard to believe much of the dialogue and some of the close interaction between the characters when you remember that these people have known each other less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said, I’m still going to watch “Fringe.” It had some moments of zany brilliance and some real edge-of-your-seat stuff that I’m sure will keep popping up. It’s my hope that things will only get better--that the pilot had a lot of explaining to do so that we could get going on this long journey into the paranormal. I love J.J.’s other work, especially when he’s very hands-on with a project. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he sticks with “Fringe” for the long haul and lets the show unfold in a way that’s organic to the characters and plot and makes sense to viewers.&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry can also be found at &lt;a href="http://www.gaytvblog.com/"&gt;Gay.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6161800354387688458?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6161800354387688458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6161800354387688458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6161800354387688458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6161800354387688458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/09/pacey.html' title='Pacey Whitter Leaves the Creek and Goes Whacko'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SMf5lqD5yVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sPLLi3RYRPM/s72-c/pacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5667437163714839188</id><published>2008-08-22T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:56:41.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great great great "news" headline</title><content type='html'>Found this teaser headline on Huffingtonpost: &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/21/rumer-willis-boyfriend-wh_n_120430.html"&gt;Rumer Willis reveals boyfriend old enough to be her step-dad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/21/rumer-willis-boyfriend-wh_n_120430.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5667437163714839188?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5667437163714839188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5667437163714839188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5667437163714839188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5667437163714839188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-great-great-news-headline.html' title='Great great great &quot;news&quot; headline'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5274217875078422574</id><published>2008-08-18T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:37:32.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mad Men" Post from Gay.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKnrf-PD-KI/AAAAAAAAALg/WtADwFZffPg/s1600-h/don.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235974976309557410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKnrf-PD-KI/AAAAAAAAALg/WtADwFZffPg/s200/don.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a reprint of my recent "Mad Men" post on &lt;a href="http://www.gaytvblog.com/"&gt;Gay.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hear about the “sophomore slump” all the time. You know, when a singer’s second album doesn’t quite have the punch of the first one. Or when the It Boy's second book seems to be lacking the raw power of his initial effort. It makes you wonder if creative genius is fleeting. I know I was particularly worried about that very issue going into the second season of AMC’s critically acclaimed program “Mad Men.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a id="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Mad Men” is a fantastic show about a Madison Avenue ad agency in the early 60’s. Though the show wasn't a breakout hit last season, it recently garnered 16 Emmy nominations—more than any other drama on television this year. I kept wondering if this second season could possibly live up to last year: Should I even bother watching? Would I just get frustrated when the quality of the show declined?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worry was for naught. If anything, the sophomore season of “Mad Men” is even more enticing. It’s not just the fall-down good looks of leading man Jon Hamm. Or even the uncanny way the show captures the 60’s in everything from clothing and office décor to hairstyles and dialogue. The strength of “Mad Men” goes beyond easy-to-list bullet points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each episode gets at big issues we all face. You know, words that usually begin with capital letters: “Identity,” “Family,” “Guilt,” and “Death.” But the brilliance of “Mad Men” is that these ideas aren’t tackled in grandiose, sweeping scenes. Instead, the show captures these issues in the fine details and the tiny quiet moments that happen around all of us, each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In last night’s episode, the main character, Don, sits on the sofa with his wife drinking the least bloody Bloody Mary I’ve ever seen in my life. His wife begins to tell him that he’s too easy on their young son, not strict enough. “You think you’d be the man you are today if your father didn’t hit you?” she asks. And it’s not until two or three days later when she needles him again that he answers her matter-of-factly. His own dad beat the hell out of him and all it did was make him fantasize about killing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a shocking answer, and sad. And mostly it just feels real. And the moment is even more poignant because Don has just finished talking to his son about his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What did he look like?” the son asks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Like me, but bigger,” Don answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And he died?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, a long time ago.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Then we have to get you a new daddy,” Don’s son concludes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear I’m not doing the show justice in my description, but I’ll tell you that “Mad Men” doesn’t as much entertain as it pulls you into the lives of characters who seem to live and breathe as concretely as we do. If anything, the second season has surpassed the first because we have gotten to know its characters even more intimately. If you do yourself a favor and watch, you’ll be surprised at how much these people and their intricacies will begin to get under you skin and inside your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5274217875078422574?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5274217875078422574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5274217875078422574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5274217875078422574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5274217875078422574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/08/mad-men-post-from-gaycom.html' title='&quot;Mad Men&quot; Post from Gay.com'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKnrf-PD-KI/AAAAAAAAALg/WtADwFZffPg/s72-c/don.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7969269753522878389</id><published>2008-08-17T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:13:46.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping Out Reunion Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKi-oe2kIII/AAAAAAAAALY/NyGTOk-Xr8E/s1600-h/jefflewis5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKi-oe2kIII/AAAAAAAAALY/NyGTOk-Xr8E/s200/jefflewis5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235644169504170114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my new post on Gay.com's tv blog about last week's reunion show of &lt;i&gt;Flipping Out&lt;/i&gt;.  It's posted &lt;a href="http://www.gaytvblog.com/2008/08/flipping-out-re.html#more"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7969269753522878389?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7969269753522878389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7969269753522878389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7969269753522878389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7969269753522878389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/08/flipping-out-reunion-special.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Flipping Out&lt;/i&gt; Reunion Special'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SKi-oe2kIII/AAAAAAAAALY/NyGTOk-Xr8E/s72-c/jefflewis5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4924077277334643767</id><published>2008-07-14T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:04:27.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Gay.com or PlanetOut Interivew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SHuUU-Lx7_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cpV6N-AniDg/s1600-h/jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931280876924914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SHuUU-Lx7_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cpV6N-AniDg/s320/jeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gay.com and PlanetOut both feature my interview with Jeff Lewis of Bravo's &lt;em&gt;Flipping Out&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty funny interview, especially if you watch the show. Jeff is a sweetheart and after a few minutes I realized he's just a down to earth guy. You can find the interview &lt;a href="http://www.planetout.com/entertainment/news/?sernum=6995&amp;amp;navpath=/channels/entertainment/television/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at PlanetOut and &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com/entertainment/news/?sernum=6995&amp;amp;navpath=/channels/entertainment/television/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at Gay.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4924077277334643767?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4924077277334643767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4924077277334643767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4924077277334643767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4924077277334643767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-gaycom-or-planetout-interivew.html' title='My First Gay.com or PlanetOut Interivew'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SHuUU-Lx7_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cpV6N-AniDg/s72-c/jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1729501257613635245</id><published>2008-05-30T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:21:15.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lost Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SEAbVVFd0UI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3rTjbmTd-DI/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206191222491566402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SEAbVVFd0UI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3rTjbmTd-DI/s320/jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a newly-minted 37 year-0ld. But the world has to keep spinning. You can find my new &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;season finale recap on gay.com &lt;a href="http://www.gaytvblog.com/2008/05/lost-season-fin.html#more"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out, but be warned of spoilers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1729501257613635245?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1729501257613635245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1729501257613635245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1729501257613635245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1729501257613635245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-lost-post.html' title='New &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt; Post'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/SEAbVVFd0UI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3rTjbmTd-DI/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4643258367870386722</id><published>2008-03-22T17:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:47:06.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed Home from Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-WLuZD-RjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jGwsoJ4vo0Y/s1600-h/2350647432_9db0aaa55b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-WLuZD-RjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jGwsoJ4vo0Y/s320/2350647432_9db0aaa55b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180700575477417522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a fantastic vacation this past week in Maine. From having a crazy good time drinking, eating, and dancing at The Front Porch and Maine Street in Ogunquit to exploring the coast of Acadia National Park in Bar Harbor, the trip was truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gift to spend a restful time with my friend Jeff for a week (and with Lars for a few brief days). It's really a joy to see a new part of the world with friends you love. And really, the only stressful time at all was driving through Boston today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you follow Google maps, directions from locals, and real-world foldout maps, you are sure to somehow get sucked into the wrong tunnel while driving through Boston. As I told Jeff, "The City of Boston sure doesn't suffer fools when it comes to driving." Miss one exit, and it might take you upwards of an hour to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with the hectic driving today, Jeff and I still got to see a bit of Cambridge and Harvard Square and we spent a few precious hours at the new ICA museum on the water. (I'll have pics up later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just wanted to let all of you know that you should head to Maine. I'm sure Maine is beautiful in the spring and summer, but this past week in late-winter the state showed us melting icicles and rivers of snow water cascading off of rocks. It not only makes me daydream of its beauty, but it also makes me wonder when I'll head back to Maine next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4643258367870386722?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4643258367870386722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4643258367870386722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4643258367870386722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4643258367870386722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/03/headed-home-from-maine.html' title='Headed Home from Maine'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-WLuZD-RjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jGwsoJ4vo0Y/s72-c/2350647432_9db0aaa55b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1805245212523953263</id><published>2008-03-19T16:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:54:40.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Day In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-GLY5D-RiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vY5zBcbJsLo/s1600-h/2343400497_a02b8706bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-GLY5D-RiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vY5zBcbJsLo/s320/2343400497_a02b8706bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179574306203387426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we got up fairly early for a lazy day--9:30 a.m. I guess. We had expected there to be a few inches of snow, according to the weather forcast. Of course we woke up and it was cloudy, but that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars, Jeff, and I spent the morning reading magazines. Then around noon we went down to the village market in our sweat pants and hats (because we hadn't showered) and we got sandwiches and chips and dip. We came back to the house and I had my steak superbomb sandwich and read two issues of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dwell &lt;/span&gt;magazine. I loved the magazines, but they made me sad just like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Architectural Digest &lt;/span&gt;used to--I can't afford any of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Monopoly. Lars destroyed me and and then went on to beat Jeff, but not as badly as I was creamed. I think I landed on luxury tax at least 4 times and I didn't land on a property to buy for 5 or six whole turns in the beginning of the game. Them's the breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're headed to a nice dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.mcperkinscove.com/index.cfm"&gt;MC's&lt;/a&gt; at Perkin's Cove in Ogunquit. It's supposed to have a gorgeous view of the water. Then we'll tie one on at Maine Street again tonight I'm sure. Check out the pic from the other night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1805245212523953263?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1805245212523953263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1805245212523953263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1805245212523953263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1805245212523953263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/03/lazy-day-in.html' title='A Lazy Day In'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-GLY5D-RiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vY5zBcbJsLo/s72-c/2343400497_a02b8706bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7939130338908954149</id><published>2008-03-18T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:12:19.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogunquit, Freeport, and Kennebunkport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-A9_zwy6eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/er-Q33DkUK8/s1600-h/2343398755_5987e0b69b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-A9_zwy6eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/er-Q33DkUK8/s320/2343398755_5987e0b69b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179207737911994850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff, Lars, and I are having a blast in Maine. Yesterday we drove an hour from Ogunquit to Freeport to see the flagship LL Bean store. It's a huge campus with 4 large stores--hunting and fishing; clothes; bike, boat, and snow; and the outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping at LL Bean and few other outlet stores nearby, we headed back down the coast through Portland to Kennebunkport. It was a bit tricky, believe it or not, to find the coast of Kennebunkport. But we saw the Bush compound (from afar) and some of the most beautiful New England coastal houses you can imagine. Look at this gorgeous one in the picture. Really hard to imagine the fantastic view they must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sightseeing and a lot of driving, we returned to Ogunquit where we had a night on the town beginning at the Front Porch. We were too late to get one of the 25 free corned beef and cabbage dinners for St. Patrick's Day, but I ordered it anyway. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Maine Street where we had fun dancing and singing. Basically just goofing off. After that we headed back to our cottage for a late night dip in the hot tub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7939130338908954149?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7939130338908954149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7939130338908954149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7939130338908954149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7939130338908954149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/03/ogunquit-freeport-and-kennebunkport.html' title='Ogunquit, Freeport, and Kennebunkport'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R-A9_zwy6eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/er-Q33DkUK8/s72-c/2343398755_5987e0b69b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2465842548287692533</id><published>2008-03-15T16:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:34:05.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Drive from Boston and We're in Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R9xH-Twy6cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zHbmyWwqDuM/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R9xH-Twy6cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zHbmyWwqDuM/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178092807351626178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to say hello to all of you out there still in the doldrums of winter. My friend Jeff and I decided to tackle winter head on and give it one last gasp. But we're doing so on the coast of Maine in a gay-friendly little town called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ogunquit&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and did I mention our little house has an outdoor hot tub? I'm no dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still snow on the ground here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ogunquit&lt;/span&gt;. Not tons, mind you, but it's white nonetheless. Forecasters are calling for some more snow tomorrow morning. Keep your fingers crossed that we get it--I think it'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the pic of Jeff from the Marginal Way trail on Perkin's Cove. Really breathtaking scenery. You can see the rest of the pictures here at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gmdunstan/sets/72157604123192470/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2465842548287692533?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2465842548287692533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2465842548287692533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2465842548287692533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2465842548287692533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-drive-from-boston-and-were-in.html' title='A Short Drive from Boston and We&apos;re in Maine'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R9xH-Twy6cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zHbmyWwqDuM/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1658692920322517450</id><published>2008-03-03T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:01:12.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham and Teller (and Ian)</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday evening I had the good fortune to see the last dress rehearsal of The Folger Theatre's production of &lt;em&gt;MacBeth&lt;/em&gt;.  I have my good friend Tim Swoape to thank for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is co-conceived and co-directed by Teller--the well-known magician and other half to Penn.  Because of Teller's involvment, this version of &lt;em&gt;MacBeth &lt;/em&gt;featured a few pretty cool illusions, and when you think about the play and its supernatural elements, the magic tricks fit in nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great many seats were taped off for the photographer who was snapping photos for publicity, and somehow we found four really great seats up front but to the side.  After sitting down, I noticed that the sign next to me said "Teller" and I thought for sure it was saved just in case he sat down.  But minutes before the show started, Teller came in and sat down right next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts on Teller: a) He does talk.  He talks a lot actually.  b) He seemed very dedicated to the show--furiously scribbling suggestions in his little notebook.  c) Though he's super smart and nice, he's not really all that outgoing or friendly.  Before the show (and during intermission) he would comment on a number of things about the play, and when I would respond, he would just stare at me.  I'm not sure if he just had an earth-shattering concentration on the show or if he was just upset he was sitting next to a dullard like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show was terrific.  &lt;em&gt;MacBeth&lt;/em&gt; is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays to begin with, and with the dark and scary spin Folger puts on it, it's even better.  Go see it if you can.  Oh, and sit as close as you can to MacBeth.  Grrrr.  Ian Merrill Peakes is a good looking Scottish King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1658692920322517450?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1658692920322517450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1658692920322517450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1658692920322517450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1658692920322517450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/03/graham-and-teller-and-ian.html' title='Graham and Teller (and Ian)'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2319421406653834564</id><published>2008-02-20T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:45:45.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R7zz40ovtII/AAAAAAAAAJU/8aruHcF13ok/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R7zz40ovtII/AAAAAAAAAJU/8aruHcF13ok/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169274629842252930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been crazy. The three day weekend really wasn't as restful as I had planned. And in the middle of it, my cell phone stopped working, which was a real pain in the ass. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had some life stuff pop up. Stuff you hate to deal with when you're 36 and you wish the world could treat you a little better. I feel like i put good karma out there, but oh well.  And just as soon as I had a handle on that life issue, my iMac decided to break. (Or at least get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, I'm back on track. Life stuff is still...eh, it could be better.  But a new cell phone is on the way--go to hell Sprint!  And I also treated myself to a new laptop. It's a beautiful black MacBook. My promise to myself was that I could only buy it if I write more and take it with me on trips. And I did just get that new copy of Short Story Writers Market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just been playing around on the new computer tonight. A few of the programs seem to be nothing more than previews or teasers for programs to buy--Garage Band especially. I mean...what kind of garage band only has a grand piano? Oh, I see...I have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt; new instruments.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one of the cooler programs is photo booth and here's my scary glowy picture. I can't wait to play around more. Y'all keep on me so that I write more blogs and get my short stoies and other work out in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2319421406653834564?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2319421406653834564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2319421406653834564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2319421406653834564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2319421406653834564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-weird.html' title='Life is Weird'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R7zz40ovtII/AAAAAAAAAJU/8aruHcF13ok/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8775081649738739276</id><published>2008-02-08T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:13:44.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last Seattle pic from my trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6vzDLPMfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSkP3XyuHk8/s1600-h/2249387553_3aa2a62c81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6vzDLPMfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSkP3XyuHk8/s200/2249387553_3aa2a62c81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164488633592085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a great picture at all...but SNOW!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8775081649738739276?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8775081649738739276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8775081649738739276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8775081649738739276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8775081649738739276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-seattle-pic-from-my-trip.html' title='One last Seattle pic from my trip'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6vzDLPMfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSkP3XyuHk8/s72-c/2249387553_3aa2a62c81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3686319184274478421</id><published>2008-02-04T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:46:54.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Pics 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6al7rPMfYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uy6FRfsJkUA/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6al7rPMfYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uy6FRfsJkUA/s200/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162996467464174978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dig it man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3686319184274478421?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3686319184274478421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3686319184274478421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3686319184274478421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3686319184274478421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/02/seattle-pics-2.html' title='Seattle Pics 2'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6al7rPMfYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uy6FRfsJkUA/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1112842300261247579</id><published>2008-02-04T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:40:40.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Seattle Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6alS7PMfWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kg4OiDz4oXs/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6alS7PMfWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kg4OiDz4oXs/s200/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995767384505698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6alGbPMfVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XuiEJKZViQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6alGbPMfVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XuiEJKZViQQ/s200/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995552636140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My trip with Elke in Seattle so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1112842300261247579?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1112842300261247579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1112842300261247579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1112842300261247579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1112842300261247579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-seattle-pics.html' title='Some Seattle Pics'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R6alS7PMfWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kg4OiDz4oXs/s72-c/IMG_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4808289916715089053</id><published>2008-01-14T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:05:19.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Globes Not So Shiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4vOaTFt8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVGS2Srwi5k/s1600-h/hamm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155441149651841746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4vOaTFt8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVGS2Srwi5k/s320/hamm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we all knew it was going to be weird to have a faux Golden Globes. The best part of the show has always been that you had tv stars mixing it up with film stars. But because of the writers' strike, this year's Golden Globes had no stars, no quips, no fashion no-no's. It was just a list of winners. How boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that made me happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) One of my favorite new shows, &lt;em&gt;Mad Men &lt;/em&gt;on AMC, took home the best drama award and the hunky star Jon Hamm took home Best Actor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The Coen brothers won for best screenplay beating out the overrated Diablo Cody (of &lt;em&gt;Juno&lt;/em&gt; fame). I thought &lt;em&gt;Juno &lt;/em&gt;was great, but I never really bought the voice of the teenage girl--it was too old for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Rock on, Tina Fey. Who would have thought she'd beat out the other ladies for Best Actress in a Comedy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Jeremy Piven won again for &lt;em&gt;Entourage. &lt;/em&gt;I want to hug it out with Piven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that weren't so great:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Daniel Day-Lewis winning Best Dramatic Actor in a film over George Clooney. I admit I haven't seen &lt;em&gt;There Will be Blood &lt;/em&gt;yet, but &lt;em&gt;Michael Clayton &lt;/em&gt;was superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I love Cate Blanchett, but haven't bothered to see the Bob Dylan movie. Eh, it looks bad. I wish Tilda Swinton had one for Best Supporting Actress in a film for &lt;em&gt;Michael Clayton. &lt;/em&gt;She was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I never thought Ryan Gosling would win for &lt;em&gt;Lars and the Real Girl, &lt;/em&gt;but I was hoping for a miracle I guess. It was my favorite movie of the year and he gave an outstanding performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed that the Oscars take place this year. I'm betting they will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4808289916715089053?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4808289916715089053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4808289916715089053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4808289916715089053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4808289916715089053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/01/golden-globes-not-so-shiny.html' title='Golden Globes Not So Shiny'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4vOaTFt8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVGS2Srwi5k/s72-c/hamm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2531384574897709346</id><published>2008-01-10T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:51:05.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My LatestGossip Girl Blog from Gay.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aEaTFt8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RG52hU49NW8/s1600-h/penn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153952410907833026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aEaTFt8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RG52hU49NW8/s320/penn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;From my post at &lt;a href="http://www.gaytvblog.com/"&gt;gaytvblog.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the last "Gossip Girl" for quite a while because of the writer's strike, and it was a doozy. If you didn't watch, it was all about how harshly young women are judged when it comes to sex. You know...the double standard that if a guy sleeps around in high school (or an Upper East Side prep school, as the case may be) he's a stud, but if a woman beds more than one guy she's a whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a id="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is full of those unfair double standards really. And if I were to get into them, say talk about how severely a certain female candidate for president is being criticized while some of her other male opponents seem to be treated with kid gloves...well it wouldn't be pretty. And I would get angry. So let's move on to say that Blair, Queen "B" on "Gossip Girl", had to give up her throne because the whole school found out she slept with two guys in one week. Oh the shame! The shame...yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More perplexing to me is one of the conceits of the show as a whole--that all of these prep school kids are getting the latest, most up-to-date scandal sheets delivered to their cell phones and PDA's from the same site. Like it's a must read feed for their zip code. Maybe that's the way school is nowadays. Still, I'm a little circumspect about the whole "high school scandal blog" thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course the moment of the episode belong to Dan Humphries, played by the adorable Penn Badgley. My heart raced as Dan told his girlfriend he loved her. And when she asked him why, he said without even a hint of sarcasm, "Because I actually like it when you interrupt me, which is often by the way." My friends, he really is a man after my own heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2531384574897709346?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2531384574897709346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2531384574897709346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2531384574897709346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2531384574897709346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-latest-gossip-girl-blog-from-gaycom.html' title='My Latest&lt;i&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt; Blog from Gay.com'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aEaTFt8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RG52hU49NW8/s72-c/penn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-9144170570519551484</id><published>2008-01-10T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:44:55.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vow to Write More</title><content type='html'>One of my New Year's resolutions is to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hear me now...whether it's a short story at home or a blog for y'all, I'm gonna be more on the ball when it comes to getting my thoughts down and my creative juices flowing.  In fact, I vow to blog every day if possible...even if it just turns out to be a picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for chutzpah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-9144170570519551484?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/9144170570519551484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=9144170570519551484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9144170570519551484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9144170570519551484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-vow-to-write-more.html' title='I Vow to Write More'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3469102181256004976</id><published>2007-11-12T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:40:16.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lars and the Real Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rzhvr6xnxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a1w_Xa_XsQo/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974575691122018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rzhvr6xnxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a1w_Xa_XsQo/s400/paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I had one of those celluloid love affairs this weekend. You know, where you go to the movie and it couldn't be more perfect. It turns out to be exactly what you wanted (and needed). That's the way it was with &lt;i&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I know I should have a picture of Ryan Gosling up next to this post, but why do that when I have just discovered my new love Paul Schneider? Man, is he good looking. But I'm going to skip past Paul's dark eyes and large hairy forearms and talk about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, the movie's about a man who falls in love with a life-size plastic sex doll he ordered over the internet. He develops a delusion that his "girlfriend" Bianca is real. As titillating as the movie's description sounds, the movie never wanders into obscene or even creepy territory. Overall, it's about Lars (Ryan Gosling) and his search for connection in life. And Gosling shows that his performances in &lt;em&gt;Half Nelson&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Fracture&lt;/em&gt; weren't just flashes in a pan--he's a gifted gifted actor. Emily Mortimer and Paul Schneider are great as Lars' sister-in-law and brother, and Patricia Clarkson hits a homerun as a psychiatrist who helping Lars with his girlfriend. Clarkson is cooler than cool in this role--really outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lars&lt;/i&gt; reminds me of the little jewel of an indie movie you get every year or so about a town coming together to help one of its loved ones. &lt;i&gt;The Full Monty&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Calendar Girls, Chocolat&lt;/i&gt;--you get the idea. And when you pair Lars, his family, and the townfolk with the stark, cold rural Wisconsin scenery, everything just pops into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/i&gt; is the kind of movie that just makes you feel good to be alive--as cornball as that sounds. In a nutshell, it's about how we're all different and how that doesn't really much matter when push comes to shove. The people in Lars' small town embrace his "girlfriend" Bianca...and it's touching and beautiful. The movie just kind of whistles along your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3469102181256004976?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3469102181256004976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3469102181256004976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3469102181256004976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3469102181256004976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/11/lars-and-real-girl.html' title='Lars and the Real Girl'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rzhvr6xnxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a1w_Xa_XsQo/s72-c/paul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-9175250066246230285</id><published>2007-10-22T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:36:48.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters: The Gayest Show on TV?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxztQoLUF4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/e0NFMAtPKNI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231345959344002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxztQoLUF4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/e0NFMAtPKNI/s200/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lot has been going on with the Walker clan on ABC's primetime soap opera "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters." If you follow the show on Sunday nights, you know how loud, goofy, and fun the family can be. And it certainly doesn't hurt that you have actors and actresses as talented as Sally Field, Calista Flockhart, Ron Rifkin, Patricia Wettig, and Rachel Griffiths leading the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" so great is that the more you watch, the more the characters become real. They may do some outlandish things--but you seem to understand their motivations, because after all, most of us belong to some kind of family. But another refreshing aspect of the show is that it's also chock full of gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the six Walker siblings is Kevin, an out gay attorney played by the adorable Matthew Rhys. In the year-long history of the show producers haven't shied away from portraying Kevin's sex life, but they also haven't been salacious about showing it. Kevin has boyfriends. He makes out with them. Fights with them. Goes to dinner with them. It's nice that it's not always about his being gay or about having sex--it's more about Kevin's need for connection and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's openess must owe a great deal to the showrunner Greg Berlanti, who also created the wonderful and gay-friendly tv show "Everwood" a few years back. But credit should also go to two key players from the older tv program "Thirtysomething," a show that (like "Ellen") was a watershed for the portrayal of gays on television. Ken Olin directs most of the the episodes of "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" with the same honest, emotionally open tone that was leant to "Thirtysomething" when he was the show's featured actor. And a number of the "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" scripts are written by actor and writer David Marshall Grant. Grant is an icon of sorts, not only for being an openly gay actor with a resume pages long, but for also being one half of the first gay male kiss on television in a 1989 episode of "Thirtysomething."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy have the times changed in the nearly 20 years since that kiss. But in an interesting twist, "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" is winking at that very sea change in gay acceptance. For the past few episodes, the writers have hinted that Kevin's older uncle Saul, played by the amazing Ron Rifkin, is himself a closted gay man. And they've brought on sultry Michael Nouri as the object of Saul's affection--an old friend who just happens to have become newly available after a divorce from his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the storyline realistically demonstrates how the sea change in gay acceptance has (or hasn't) affected many gay men of an older generation. When you're a 40, 50, or 60 year-old man and suddenly it seems like it's okay to come out and be gay, to lead a gay life, how do you change your worldview? Do you want to live a different life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is one that deserves to be told, but like the recent Senator Craig interview on the "Today Show," it's also hard as hell and uncomfortable to watch. Maybe it's just how earnestly Uncle Saul is portrayed by Ron Rifkin, and how his Lady McBeth-like protests to his nephew sting us because they hit close to home. Or it could be that the storyline seemingly came out of nowhere. But in either case, I have decided to trust the capable hands of Berlanti et. al. to take us on an honest journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I call "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" the gayest show on tv, I mean it with affection. It's nice to see myself on tv. (Well, if I were a really rich, good-looking lawyer with a bed full of nice, hot boyfriends.) But still, the show embraces family in all its messiness, love, and aggrivation, and it doesn't sift out the relationships or stories that just happen to be gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-9175250066246230285?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/9175250066246230285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=9175250066246230285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9175250066246230285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9175250066246230285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/brothers-and-sisters-gayest-show-on-tv.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;/i&gt;: The Gayest Show on TV?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxztQoLUF4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/e0NFMAtPKNI/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-552862628963273579</id><published>2007-10-19T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:46:28.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Nights Hunk is a Tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi1IoLUF3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5hq2KOy8IB8/s1600-h/chandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123043735962392434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi1IoLUF3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5hq2KOy8IB8/s320/chandler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi0xoLUF2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/00i_AEgnlHI/s1600-h/chandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi0rYLUF1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uznV2iLL2f0/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123043233451218770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi0rYLUF1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uznV2iLL2f0/s200/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday Night is a tie for &lt;strong&gt;Graham's Television Hunk of the Night &lt;/strong&gt;(also live at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gaytvblog.com"&gt;Gay.com&lt;/a&gt;). Two smoking hot guys for the price of one, people. It doesn't get any cheaper than that. But before we get to them, let's give the two other guys their due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a "Men in Trees" fan. I've lived in Alaska for like three years and I never saw men like that. And honestly, most Alaskans would chase Anne Heche out of town. Plus...If you want a really cool Alaska dramedy to watch, rent "Northern Exposure." That being said, lots of people do love the show and one of the reasons is hunky hunk hunk &lt;strong&gt;James Tupper&lt;/strong&gt;. Even with the longish curly hair (which I hate), he still grabs my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And "Friday Night Lights" has some action going on too. There are a number of studs to choose from, but folks, I'ld pick &lt;strong&gt;Jesse Plemons&lt;/strong&gt; any day. I love me a red head, or a speckled trout, as my friends and I call them. Very nice. And believe me when I say Plemons looks like a great specimen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly enough, "Lights" brings one of our ties for Friday's Hunk. &lt;strong&gt;Kyle Chandler&lt;/strong&gt; pretty much rocks my world. The 42 year-old green-eyed dark haired stud has been one of my true loves for years--from "Homefront" and "Early Edition" to his "explosive" turn on "Grey's Anatomy." Kyle has it going on and he also just seems like the nicest guy ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;/strong&gt; on "Las Vegas" doesn't seem like the nicest guy ever--I bet he's just the biggest flirt ever. This other Hunk of Friday Night, a 35 year-old actor and fiance of Fergie from The Black Eyed Peas, has been on my radar ever since I saw him iron a shirt and make a bed on "The Martha Stewart Show." I even suffered through a rental of "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton" just to see him and to imagine running my hands through all that spikey brown hair. Josh is a perfect cross of pretty boy and masculine stud. "Las Vegas" isn't a great show--just fun. But Josh makes it funner. Er, more fun.&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/31073711-552862628963273579?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/552862628963273579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=552862628963273579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/552862628963273579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/552862628963273579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-nights-hunk-is-tie.html' title='Friday Nights Hunk is a Tie'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxi1IoLUF3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5hq2KOy8IB8/s72-c/chandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3712714290756157677</id><published>2007-10-18T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:24:43.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night's Hunk Needs No Investigation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxd57YLUF0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JsBwq_FyVkU/s1600-h/george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122697162166376258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxd57YLUF0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JsBwq_FyVkU/s320/george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In my search for Thursday Night's Hunk (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gaytvblog.com"&gt;also on gay.com&lt;/a&gt;), I have to admit that one of the hottest hunks is on a television show I don't watch: "Ugly Betty." &lt;strong&gt;Eric Mabius&lt;/strong&gt; has that It factor. The guy has dimples for days and blue eyes that kill me. One of these days I'll get the DVD and watch the whole first season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other guys I do watch are &lt;strong&gt;Tom Welling&lt;/strong&gt; on "Smallville" and &lt;strong&gt;BJ Novak&lt;/strong&gt; on "The Office." Both these guys have that earnest look in spades. Welling is so frakking adorable he makes me want to fly, even though he's been doing the Superman schtick for 7 years now. And who would have thought Novak would look so good with his scruffy beard. I think he's been one of the most overlooked actors on "The Office," and I'm glad he's finally getting some real screen time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grey's Anatomy" gives us another set of guys to hunker down and dream about: McDreamy, McSteamy, and McSomething--I don't know, maybe McRude. &lt;strong&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Eric Dane&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Justin Chambers&lt;/strong&gt; keep me coming back to that show, even when the plot lines get embarrassingly contrived. I was never a fan of the whole "Mc"label thing, but these guys--love 'em or hate 'em--have a whole flapjack stack of charisma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I talk about charisma and machismo, and just plain ol' maleness, I don't think &lt;strong&gt;Jon Hamm&lt;/strong&gt; from AMC's "Mad Men" can be beat. His character Don Draper is all brille cream and scotch--a 60's advertising man whose broad shoulders and large pecs can barely fit into his suits. And "Mad Man" actor &lt;strong&gt;Bryan Batt&lt;/strong&gt; as gay ad man Salvatore Romano is stunning and fun to watch. He plays gay in the 60's--a time when nobody talked about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Thursday Night's winner will come as no surprise: &lt;strong&gt;George Eads&lt;/strong&gt; from "CSI." I think he's a longtime favorite of mine (and most everybody I know). There's almost no way for him to look bad--even when they chop his hair up and paste it to his head like they did that one season. I just love him. How do you get past that jaw. The jaw of all jaws. And then right below, that thick rugged neck. He's a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3712714290756157677?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3712714290756157677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3712714290756157677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3712714290756157677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3712714290756157677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-nights-hunk-needs-no.html' title='Thursday Night&apos;s Hunk Needs No Investigation'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rxd57YLUF0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JsBwq_FyVkU/s72-c/george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5112144264665945586</id><published>2007-10-17T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:55:26.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gossip On Wednesday's TV Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxYRUoLUFzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lcZFoRuu2Rs/s1600-h/penn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122300672260446002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxYRUoLUFzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lcZFoRuu2Rs/s320/penn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to Wednesday's search for Graham's Hunk of the Night (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gaytvblog.com"&gt;on Gay.com&lt;/a&gt;) there isn't a huge crowd of guys that make my blood race like on Monday and Tuesday. That said, I will always take quality over quantity and the guys I've assembled for Wednesday certainly fit that bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even watch "Criminal Minds," but I sure know who &lt;strong&gt;Shemar Moore&lt;/strong&gt; is. This former soap star is intense and sexy wrapped into one. And the same goes for &lt;strong&gt;Steve Gonsalves&lt;/strong&gt; on Sci-Fi's "Ghost Hunters." Don't laugh, I love the show. And if I were alone in the dark with ghosties, there is almost no one else who I'd want to hold my hand than the hunky, tattooed ghost hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Private Practice" brings on the hottie triple play of &lt;strong&gt;Taye Diggs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tim Daly&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Paul Adelstein&lt;/strong&gt;. But no bones about it, Paul is hands-down my favorite. And even cooler is that the former "Prison Break" star is married to another person I love--Liza Weil who played Paris on "Gilmore Girls." ABC Wednesday also sports hottie &lt;strong&gt;Lee Pace&lt;/strong&gt; on "Pushing Daisies." I've already gushed over him far too much, so all I will say is that the crown of Wednesday Night Hunk was a furious two-way race between Lee and Paul--until I watched "Gossip Girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penn Badgley&lt;/strong&gt;. (Sigh). The show has its ups and downs, but certainly Penn is one of the main reasons to watch. This winner of the Wednesday Hunk of the Night has one of the strongest jaws you've ever seen and the darkest, thickest mop of hair. Now, he's not 21 until November, but that doesn't mean we all can't enjoy the killer smile he slides into on the CW's hit show "Gossip Girl." Give Penn a looksee--you'll be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5112144264665945586?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5112144264665945586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5112144264665945586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5112144264665945586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5112144264665945586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/gossip-on-wednesdays-tv-hunk.html' title='The Gossip On Wednesday&apos;s TV Hunk'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxYRUoLUFzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lcZFoRuu2Rs/s72-c/penn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6235900065407884220</id><published>2007-10-16T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:08:20.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Hunk Will Knock You Dead (my Gay.com post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxUoF4LUFyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-IpGUT4T4fY/s1600-h/bret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122044232648103714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxUoF4LUFyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-IpGUT4T4fY/s320/bret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of. Sort of kill you. If you're evil. His job is to collect souls for the devil, but we'll get to that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday has some hot hot guys in primetime starting with two relative newcomers to tv, the funny &lt;strong&gt;Kal Penn&lt;/strong&gt; on "House" and the smoking hot &lt;strong&gt;Michael Trevino&lt;/strong&gt; on "Cane." You'll know Kal best as Kumar in "Harold and Kumar Go to Whitecastle." You love him. You hate him. You want to smack him. Then love him again. But sultry, not funny, is the word that comes to mind when you talk about heartthrob Michael Trevino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you have two uber men on crime procedurals, both oozing with testosterone: &lt;strong&gt;Chris Meloni&lt;/strong&gt; from "Law &amp;amp; Order SVU" and &lt;strong&gt;Michael Weatherly&lt;/strong&gt; from "NCIS." Meloni is just as hot as his "Oz" days, though sadly the networks don't show the nudity that is so common on HBO. And be sure to check out the charming Weatherly who is easy on the eyes in a rather clever procedural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want you to think I overlooked &lt;strong&gt;Jerry O'Connell&lt;/strong&gt; on "Carpoolers." He's hot I guess, but has never really done it for me. And I also didn't forget forget Noel, er, I mean &lt;strong&gt;Scott Foley&lt;/strong&gt; from "The Unit." But let's be honest, Max Martini is so much hotter on that show in a scruffy kind of dirty way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the winner of Graham's Tuesday Hunk of the Night goes to &lt;strong&gt;Bret Harrison&lt;/strong&gt; on the CW show "Reaper." Not only is Bret just crazy-go-nuts adorable, he's also freakishly funny and stars on one of the best new shows of the season. The 25 year-old hunk with messy dirty blond hair plays the lead character Sam whose parents sold his soul to the devil and now he has to catch villians who've escaped from hell. And those people at the CW are no dummies, each "Reaper" episode seems to find a way to show us our shirtless Bret. Thank God for TiVO. And then I begin to think about Bret playing guitar in a band with his actor friend Adam Brody from "The O.C." and I just can't find any more words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6235900065407884220?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6235900065407884220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6235900065407884220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6235900065407884220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6235900065407884220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesdays-hunk-will-knock-you-dead-my.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Hunk Will Knock You Dead (my Gay.com post)'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxUoF4LUFyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-IpGUT4T4fY/s72-c/bret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7682086370613530226</id><published>2007-10-15T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:32:13.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall's TV Hunks of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxOHtYLUFxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qbJhbFQoUog/s1600-h/zach.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586414904153874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxOHtYLUFxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qbJhbFQoUog/s320/zach.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each day this week, I'll be offering up &lt;strong&gt;Graham's Television Hunk of the Night &lt;/strong&gt;on my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gaytvblog.com"&gt;Gay.com tv blog&lt;/a&gt;. But let's be clear about something: there was no random sampling. I'm also not providing a fully-detailed scientific process for picking each Hunk. No, I simply looked at a majority of the guys on tv each night and the winner just seemed to call out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few caveats I must offer up before we get to the hunks. First off, what happened to men of color? There seem to be fewer hot men of color on tv than ever before. I guess I always knew that, but to actually start looking and analyzing hotness and not see them, well, it was a surprise. Second, if you disagree with any of my choices you disagree. That's what makes the world go round. Make your own list. Third, do yourself a favor and Google all these guys--they're hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday offered up a bevy of hunks and might have been the hardest night to decide. "Heroes" alone featured up a guy for everyone's taste, from bearish &lt;strong&gt;Greg Grunberg&lt;/strong&gt; to pretty boy &lt;strong&gt;Milo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ventimiglia&lt;/strong&gt;. And don't forget about &lt;strong&gt;Adrian Pasdar&lt;/strong&gt;. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another show chock full of hotness, and don't make fun of me for bringing it up, is "Dancing with the Stars." You have hot hot hot Brazilian racing sensation &lt;strong&gt;Helio Castroneves&lt;/strong&gt;. Check out his dimples sometime folks. And soap opera hottie &lt;strong&gt;Cameron Mathison&lt;/strong&gt; has been a favorite of mine for a long time. Oh, and that brings us to smoking hot dancer &lt;strong&gt;Maksim Chmerkovskiy&lt;/strong&gt;. When he shows his chest I want to swoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but certainly not least, you have dreamboat &lt;strong&gt;Dominic Purcell&lt;/strong&gt; from "Prison Break" who could walk into the Eagle anytime and fit in and tv newbie &lt;strong&gt;Zachary Levi&lt;/strong&gt; as the main character Chuck on the show of the same title. Either of these guys could also have taken the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's not beat around the bush any more. The Television Hunk of Monday night this fall is &lt;strong&gt;Zachary Quinto&lt;/strong&gt; who plays the evil Sylar on NBC's "Heroes." Thirty year-old Zachary is a dark-haired, dark-eyed 6'2" hunk of television goodness. It may seem like an unlikely choice for tv's hunk when you consider that he's going to be the new Mr. Spock in J.J. Abrams upcoming "Star Trek" movie. But just watch Quinto sometime on "Heroes" with his crackling evil smile. He's so charismatic you want to root for evil Sylar. Or maybe you just begin to think Sylar's misunderstood as you get lost in his dark dark eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7682086370613530226?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7682086370613530226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7682086370613530226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7682086370613530226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7682086370613530226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/falls-tv-hunks-of-week.html' title='Fall&apos;s TV Hunks of the Week'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RxOHtYLUFxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qbJhbFQoUog/s72-c/zach.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-9156160658154491167</id><published>2007-10-02T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:08:10.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning a Meerkat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RwKzJILUFwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G_4s0o4WVbQ/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116849096041436930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RwKzJILUFwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G_4s0o4WVbQ/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I got back from a work trip last Saturday night and was anxious to just sit on the sofa and catch up with some tv. I watched &lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt; and other stuff, then decided I'd close the night with &lt;em&gt;Meerkat Manor&lt;/em&gt;. It turned out to be a mistake--I'd barely sleep that night. You see, the main character of the show--matriach meerkat Flower--was killed by a cobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few episodes of the Animal Planet show had been pretty sad, including the horribly lonely yelping of a nearly-lame baby meerkat being left behind in the desert to die. But this episode began so hopeful. The 40-strong Whisker family the show follows adopted a lost meerkat from another group, then they had a huge group playday, and ended by finding lots of great food for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly out of nowhere, Flower was killed by a cobra. You watched her crawl into a hole to defend her pups. We heard a hiss and then the camera went to black. The next thing you know, the once nimble Flower is stumbling anxiously outside the den...her head unbelievably swollen from the cobra's bite. It's clear she's confused and in excruciating pain. The voiceover narrator, Sean Astin says something like, "Flower died protecting her pups. Her four-year reign has come to an end and the flower of the Kalahari will be missed." And I was bawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawling. Like a baby. Sure it's a tv show, and yes, they're just animals. But the show so anthropomorphizes the Whiskers you come to think of them as characters. No, they are characters. And I don't know meerkats, but I can tell you Flower was beautiful and wiley. She was brave and full of spunk and had bravely led the family through hardships for three seasons of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently people everywhere are &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/eonline/20070928/en_tv_eo/aae5f3c2252d_4b7a_a8ff_fefedddd4d62"&gt;grieving for Flower.&lt;/a&gt; There has been an outpouring of grief and little kids and grown ups alike have had a horrible time accepting the death of "someone" they've known for three seasons on a reality tv show. Even though the episode ended with Flower's new pup Liz emerging from the den for the first time, I couldn't by the circle of life crap. All I could think is how much I'd miss Flower and how could I ever get the image of he--swollen and in pain--out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-9156160658154491167?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/9156160658154491167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=9156160658154491167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9156160658154491167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9156160658154491167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/10/mourning-meerkat.html' title='Mourning a Meerkat'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RwKzJILUFwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G_4s0o4WVbQ/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4566498089983807961</id><published>2007-09-20T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:02:58.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Nation</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be more revelatory when it comes to my opinion of CBS' new show about 40 children ages 8 to 15 living alone together in an "old, abandoned" ghost town.  There were certainly enjoyable moments.  You forget how precocious and nuts some children can be.  That part is fucking hysterical.  And some of the kids you just want to hug because they couldn't be any more adorable or self-realized for their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight-year old James was having fun running around and hunting rabbits and such, but in the midst of all this he would just start crying because he missed his parents.  "I'm just not old enough for this yet," he said at the end of the show as he left the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the problem--is that it's a game.  Another competition reality show like any other, except the participants are kids.  And while that's interesting, I'm not so sure I want eight-year olds worrying and scheming and battling over money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's not made up on this show.  I'm going to TiVO it again next week--and then we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4566498089983807961?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4566498089983807961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4566498089983807961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4566498089983807961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4566498089983807961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/09/kid-nation.html' title='Kid Nation'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5284576704536031827</id><published>2007-09-20T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:08:20.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie is 6 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvLhEYLUFvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9JGAg08kWs0/s1600-h/addie+6"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112395992344565490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvLhEYLUFvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9JGAg08kWs0/s200/addie+6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incredibly hard to believe my new niece Addison is already 6 months old! Time flies! And she is the cutest niece ever...indisputable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5284576704536031827?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5284576704536031827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5284576704536031827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5284576704536031827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5284576704536031827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/09/addie-is-6-months-old.html' title='Addie is 6 Months Old!'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvLhEYLUFvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9JGAg08kWs0/s72-c/addie+6' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8992879068617983520</id><published>2007-09-20T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:43:03.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmy Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvK-U5ieqcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rDxy1GlJ-Ng/s1600-h/ellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112357793271032258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvK-U5ieqcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rDxy1GlJ-Ng/s320/ellen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a strange and weird Emmy show last weekend. From the lack of crazy ass fashion to the really bizarre wins, I'll admit I was fairly surprised. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I'm still thinking about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Ellen Pompeo's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) How did James Spader beat James Gandolfini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Kate Walsh's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I should see both &lt;em&gt;The Starter Wife &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Broken Trail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Heide Klum's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I'm happy about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Wins by Jeremy Piven, Terry O'Quinn, and Katherine Heigl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Sally Field winning and giving a good (but crazy) anti-war speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that much made me unhappy except for having to watch Giuliana Rancicthe on the red carpet for E!. I'm honestly not sure there is a more vapid person on the face of the earth. Why do they even let her near a microphone? Oh, and one more thing I hated about the Emmy's--sitting through Kimora Lee Simmons on E!'s &lt;em&gt;Fashion Police. &lt;/em&gt;But at least they traded a horrible gay (Jay Manuel) for a mildly tiresome gay (Carson Kressley).&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/31073711-8992879068617983520?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8992879068617983520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8992879068617983520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8992879068617983520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8992879068617983520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/09/emmy-catch-up.html' title='Emmy Catch Up'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RvK-U5ieqcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rDxy1GlJ-Ng/s72-c/ellen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8460852254714553503</id><published>2007-09-19T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:40:07.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Rather Suing CBS</title><content type='html'>Just read about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/20/business/media/19cnd-rather.html?_r=2&amp;amp;hp=&amp;amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1190231310-2Ipf7ldG70R4hP8dx4viUA&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; on Huffingtonpost.com. All I have to say is, "Wow...Good luck, Dan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the hoopla began over the CBS story concerning President Bush's "service" (ahem) here in the US in the National Guard during Vietnam, our country was still in that terrible place where the media was cow-towing to Bush. Hence, Rather was pretty much pushed out the door by CBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see he's suing the network and I hope he wins. True...Dan's team may have jumped the gun on the story, and they should have been more vigilant about research. But the story itself was important. And the fact that CBS was so easily swayed by the Bushies in the White House speaks to the influence his administration has claimed over the media.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8460852254714553503?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8460852254714553503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8460852254714553503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8460852254714553503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8460852254714553503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/09/dan-rather-suing-cbs.html' title='Dan Rather Suing CBS'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-702204272634748743</id><published>2007-09-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:20:28.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney, The Hills, and OJ</title><content type='html'>Work and life have been so nuts, my friends, I've been negligent in getting to all of the worldly news that has been happening over the last month. And no, I don't mean General Petraeus or the housing financing bust. I'm talking about television, hollywood, and celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had crazy Britney having a "dance" meltdown on national tv. And if you paid even a bit of attention, you'd realize her performance was a lot like Terrence Stamp in &lt;i&gt;Priscilla Queen of the Desert.&lt;/i&gt; Only...not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the juicy juicy return of the &lt;i&gt;The Hills&lt;/i&gt; on MTV with Heidi and Spencer who have become even more disgustingly interesting. Same old, same old, but baby, did it rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, we OJ Simpson making his television comeback. Not in a series, but more like real-life &lt;i&gt;Cops&lt;/i&gt;. We all knew it would happen, but this soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is surprising actually. If you think about it...the other-wordly actions and thought processes that celebrity creates are inevitable. But who could imagine that watching things unfold would be so much fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-702204272634748743?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/702204272634748743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=702204272634748743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/702204272634748743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/702204272634748743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/09/britney-hills-and-oj.html' title='Britney, &lt;i&gt;The Hills&lt;/i&gt;, and OJ'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8057511344484888847</id><published>2007-08-01T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:19:44.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk Harry Potter Details</title><content type='html'>First, I should say that I'm not a Harry Potter fanatic. Not at all. I think they're great books, but I don't own any of the movies or have a Harry Potter ringtone on my cell phone or anything. I just really appreciate the books and the world Rowling has invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I should say that I did love &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/em&gt;. For me, it was one of the best--if not THE best--of the seven books. While there were some problems, I think Rowling did a magnificent job balancing the expectations of her millions of readers with an ending to the series that felt organic and tied things together nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn't particularly like:&lt;br /&gt;1) Some of the pacing was off. Soooo much time was spent in the woods with Hermione and Ron. And stopping the major battle scene twice for extended "back story" issues made no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Though Snape died protecting Harry to the end, I wish his death had been more "noble." You know, laughing at Voldemort and jumping in front of Harry to save him. And I hated that we only got to see Snape's memories, not here him talk to Harry.&lt;br /&gt;3) And speaking of Snape, I wish there had been more of him in the book. He was in a total of three sections.&lt;br /&gt;4) I was sure Sirius Black would come back from the "dead." I expected him to. I hoped for it. Sad it didn't happen. Though Harry has Ginny now, it'd be great if he had one defacto parent.&lt;br /&gt;5) The actual Deathly Hallows didn't make much sense to me. It felt really tacked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I loved:&lt;br /&gt;1) Neville killing the snake.&lt;br /&gt;2) That Snape was good, and when Harry told his son that Snape was the bravest wizard he ever knew. (I'm even getting choked up writing this!)&lt;br /&gt;3) The book tied up things nicely, from Harry's awful cousin Dudley caring about Harry, to Bellatrix getting her comeuppance from Mrs. Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm happy that no major good guys I cared about (other than Snape) bit the dust.&lt;br /&gt;5) The battle at the end of the book will be great to see as a movie. I love that all the characters contributed in their own way. I was grinning ear to ear while reading those scenes. (How about McGonagall screaming "Charge!" as she led a group of Hogwart's desks into battle?)&lt;br /&gt;6) The epilogue rocked my world. And while I would have liked to know more about Harry's present-day life, I realized the epilogue did was it was meant to do: bring the story full circle with Harry and Ginny's and Ron and Hermione's kids heading off to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8057511344484888847?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8057511344484888847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8057511344484888847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8057511344484888847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8057511344484888847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-talk-harry-potter-details.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Harry Potter Details'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2517193171866940687</id><published>2007-07-31T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:27:15.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Fear of Harry Potter Spoilers...</title><content type='html'>The Monday after &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/em&gt; came out, my friend Lars and I had lunch at a Greek restaurant to discuss the book. I had torn through the book and finished it that past Saturday afternoon, but Lars had only read the last few pages that morning. We decided we should compare notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we began to discuss the book, a woman suddenly looked over and glared at us. I saw her clutching the tell-tale yellow hardcover book in her hands as tightly as if it were the ring in &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;, or even a horcrux you might say. Now, a small part of me understands her frustration, but what I can't comprehend is how she could expect to move through the world and not be spoiled by the fastest, best-selling book ever. It's like people who say to me, "don't go talking about &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow, I'm not going to be able to watch it until this weekend." They say this knowing the season finale is all anyone will be talking about the next day. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I've got a big mouth. But I feel like the onus about not being spoiled is on the person terrified of being spoiled. And there's a really simple solution to not being spoiled: read the damn book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already hear it from some of you: "easier said than done." Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, I read blazingly fast. And yes, it's a 759 page book. (Oh, does that count as a spoiler?) But if you know that this book is coming out, plan ahead people. Go ahead and get the other books out of the way. Cancel that weekend trip you were gonna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I wanted to get this off my chest. I have some very lovely friends--many many in fact--who have not finished the book. Most have asked politely, "Oh, please don't talk to me about Harry Potter until I'm done." And with that kind of request, I'm more than happy to oblige. It's just that every time I opened my mouth last week, about ANYTHING...some friends and colleagues would offer a loud SHHHHH! So I'm tired of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free of my Harry Potter bonds and I'm coming out of the closet. Yes, I've read the last Harry Fucking Potter. Every page. Every word. And at any moment I can tell you whether he lives or dies. In fact, fair warning...tomorrow I'm discussing it in detail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2517193171866940687?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2517193171866940687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2517193171866940687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2517193171866940687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2517193171866940687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-fear-of-harry-potter-spoilers.html' title='On the Fear of Harry Potter Spoilers...'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2312344014539701739</id><published>2007-07-30T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:38:58.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Rub or to Lather?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rq5MULv24iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/czdpu0wcUyY/s1600-h/shampoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rq5MULv24iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/czdpu0wcUyY/s320/shampoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093092138237223458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was in Denver for a conference and one my colleagues gave me a cute little tube of hand cream. I'm glad she did because it was completely dry there in the shadow of the mountains with no humidity, and I had just come from Swampland, USA (Washington DC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the wording on the tube is in french, but the cream smells really really good. I've been using it for about a week--since she gave it to me. It's kind of silky and nice, and maybe a touch girly. But not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm on the phone talking to a friend, and I start putting the hand cream on. The one thing I've noticed is that it never really seems to be soaked up by my skin completely--it's just a bit greasier than I'd like. So I'm putting it on and as I screw back on the cap I catch a glimpse of the top of the tube where it says in bold green capital letters: SHAMPOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2312344014539701739?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2312344014539701739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2312344014539701739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2312344014539701739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2312344014539701739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-rub-or-to-lather.html' title='To Rub or to Lather?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rq5MULv24iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/czdpu0wcUyY/s72-c/shampoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4845120416824139013</id><published>2007-07-21T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:30:20.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Death Count #3</title><content type='html'>Finsihed the book Saturday afternoon.  Three more of the good guys died--bringing my unofficial count of the death of those I care about to 7.  Very surprising who died and who didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the book later this week.  But it was a great read and a fitting conclusion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4845120416824139013?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4845120416824139013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4845120416824139013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4845120416824139013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4845120416824139013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-death-count-3.html' title='Harry Potter Death Count #3'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7188413171268125352</id><published>2007-07-21T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:29:10.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Death Count #2</title><content type='html'>I'm not at page 637 in the new Harry Potter book.  Two more heroes have died.  Alas...all does not look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7188413171268125352?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7188413171268125352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7188413171268125352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7188413171268125352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7188413171268125352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-death-count-2.html' title='Harry Potter Death Count #2'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3655002114578566105</id><published>2007-07-21T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:44:56.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Death Count</title><content type='html'>I am just beginning chapter 13 of &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt; (page 243), and I can tell you that already two doers of good have bitten the dust.  The first was very very unexpected.  The second, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far the book is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3655002114578566105?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3655002114578566105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3655002114578566105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3655002114578566105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3655002114578566105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-death-count.html' title='Harry Potter Death Count'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8361470257634382619</id><published>2007-07-20T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:09:44.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter vs. Buffy Summers</title><content type='html'>The headline is a little misleading, I'll admit. But tonight does mark the convergence of two pop culture icons in my life. The wizard hero and the vampire slayer are both playing prominent roles in my Friday night, and I've realized I may be the nerdiest 36 year-0ld in Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with a group of friends to the restored Avalon Theater at 11:30 p.m. tonight to watch a sing-along screening of "Once More with Feeling," the musical episode of &lt;em&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer &lt;/em&gt;from season 6. And just after Buffy ends, I'm rocketing to my friend Lars' place where he'll have my brand new copy of the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was going to stand in line with Lars at the bookstore at midnight to get the book and feel the frenzy of all the little kids who are excited about Harry. But, knowing Lars would pick up my book for me, Buffy won. I decided to forego standing in line and to sing instead, but I still know tonight is going to be a busy night for me when it comes to magic and mayhem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8361470257634382619?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8361470257634382619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8361470257634382619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8361470257634382619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8361470257634382619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-vs-buffy-summers.html' title='Harry Potter vs. Buffy Summers'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6918401304878008609</id><published>2007-06-21T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:29:24.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFI Top 100 Films</title><content type='html'>What do the following movies have in common: &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rebel Without a Cause&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Manchurian Candidate, The Birth of a Nation&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;From Here to Eternity&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/em&gt;? They are seven of the 23 movies that were dropped from the American Film Institute's newly updated list of &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2007-06-20-AFI-movie-list_N.htm?csp=34"&gt;Top 100 American Films&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other jaw-dropping boots from the list include: &lt;em&gt;Doctor Zhivago&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;All Quiet on the Western Front&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Third Man&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Stagecoach&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Jazz Singer&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A Place in the Sun&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Guess Who's Coming to Dinner&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all a matter of taste. And sure, I'm happy that Robert Altman's epic &lt;em&gt;Nashville &lt;/em&gt;made the cut this time, along with Peter Bogdanovich's &lt;em&gt;The Last Picture Show. &lt;/em&gt;And who doesn't love &lt;em&gt;Bladerunner &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf &lt;/em&gt;getting a deserved nod? But come on, there are some glaring headscratchers in the updated list, especially when you remember we're talking about the Top 100 American films E-V-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toy Story &lt;/em&gt;coming on board as &lt;em&gt;Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; disappears?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Adding &lt;em&gt;Do the Right Thing &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt; while booting &lt;em&gt;Mutiny on the Bounty &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Giant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too weird my friends, too weird. But at least most of the ranking made as much sense as possible. &lt;em&gt;Citizen Kane &lt;/em&gt;is still #1, followed by &lt;em&gt;The Godfather &lt;/em&gt;and then &lt;em&gt;Casablanca. &lt;/em&gt;You should check out the list yourself and see a) how many of the movies you've seen; and b) if you disagree with the order or any that are on the list. &lt;a href="http://www.afi.com/tvevents/100years/movies.aspx"&gt;AFI has the new list&lt;/a&gt; with ranking changes and new additions marked. Strangely, they have not listed any of the movies that were dropped. Maybe they're trying to skirt criticism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6918401304878008609?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6918401304878008609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6918401304878008609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6918401304878008609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6918401304878008609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/afi-top-100-films.html' title='AFI Top 100 Films'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7407426920439413398</id><published>2007-06-21T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:44:41.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Ultimate Washington Insider</title><content type='html'>My friend Scott Shrake is not nearly as cute as my neice Addie, but he does have &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/scott-shrake/the-ultimate-washington-i_b_52978.html"&gt;a new blog entry&lt;/a&gt; on Huffingtonpost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7407426920439413398?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7407426920439413398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7407426920439413398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7407426920439413398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7407426920439413398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-ultimate-washington-insider.html' title='Being the Ultimate Washington Insider'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5247549901708566759</id><published>2007-06-19T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:27:08.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie Pic of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rngf-NjDKfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OAE0EMN6Psc/s1600-h/6-01-07+smile[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077843733509253618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rngf-NjDKfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OAE0EMN6Psc/s320/6-01-07+smile%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31073711-5247549901708566759?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5247549901708566759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5247549901708566759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5247549901708566759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5247549901708566759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/addie-pic-of-day.html' title='Addie Pic of the Day'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rngf-NjDKfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OAE0EMN6Psc/s72-c/6-01-07+smile%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3764226642115977418</id><published>2007-06-13T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:29:19.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie from Real World Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RnAo79jDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKyf71gqubI/s1600-h/frankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075601790645512674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RnAo79jDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKyf71gqubI/s320/frankie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realityblurred.com/realitytv/archives/the_real_world_san_diego/2007_Jun_12_frankie_died_saturday"&gt;Realityblurred.com&lt;/a&gt; is reporting that Frankie Abernathy from &lt;i&gt;Real World San Diego&lt;/i&gt; has died of complications from cystic fibrosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the pic of Frankie above, but she was the skinny redhead with all the piercings. Always kind of goth. I have to admit that at the time of the show, I thought Frankie's health problems were about as grave as former Seattle cast member Irene and her lyme disease. Frankie was such a drama queen and was always playing the martyr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was officially wrong, I guess. I don't know a thing about cystic fibrosis, but with her health issues it was actually quite remarkable that she chose to do a reality tv show. Or maybe she did it just so she could take her mind off her health. In any event, though I never knew the real Frankie, it's strange that a "character" from one of my most longterm shows has died. After like 16 Real Worlds, Frankie is only the second cast member to have passed away--the first being Pedro Zemora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3764226642115977418?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3764226642115977418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3764226642115977418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3764226642115977418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3764226642115977418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/frankie-from-real-world-dies.html' title='Frankie from &lt;i&gt;Real World&lt;/i&gt; Dies'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RnAo79jDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UKyf71gqubI/s72-c/frankie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2311117359760778881</id><published>2007-06-13T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:24:10.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopranos Finale</title><content type='html'>I just read an &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20070612/nielsens/"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; which talks about the phenomenal ratings of &lt;em&gt;The Sopranos &lt;/em&gt;finale last Sunday. Evidently the episode was the 2nd highest rated show on television that week, even though only 30 million American homes have HBO. A staggering 11.9 million people tuned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how many of you watched, but I thought the show was completely back in form. It reminded me of the early &lt;em&gt;Sopranos, &lt;/em&gt;funny, tension-filled, and compelling. For me, the show's only real problem (aside from breaks that were sometimes over a year long) has been the widely inconsistent tone. I get that the show's a mob drama, but there were a number of episodes that were so obsessively dark, and so awkwardly horrible, that they weren't worth watching to me--they became cartoonish. Just as there were other episodes that wandered into complete writerly masturbation--David Chase making a clear choice to see just what he could actually get away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I can't think of show with more painstakingly crafted characters. We witnessed moments in these peoples' lives--ha, these character's lives--that ranged from the mundane to the extraordinary, and so many were completely moving, and terrifyingly genuine. That is why I was completely satisfied with the series finale last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humor, the paranoia--it felt right to me.  I'm not always the biggest fan of David Chase--he can be as heavy handed as anyone I've ever read, pounding out the obvious--but the last scene in the diner was pitch perfect. Did Tony die? Was it just a dinner as usual? Could Meadow be the only one spared? We'll never know. But I think I'd rather not know. People who say the ending was a cop out are wrong. Stopping mid-scene with a jarring black screen and no music--for me, that was a risk. The obvious thing would have been for there to be a bloodbath in the last few minutes, and &lt;em&gt;The Sopranos &lt;/em&gt;rarely ever worked toward the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2311117359760778881?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2311117359760778881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2311117359760778881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2311117359760778881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2311117359760778881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/sopranos-finale.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Sopranos&lt;/i&gt; Finale'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2683750839898529999</id><published>2007-06-07T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:41:51.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the (WTF?) City!</title><content type='html'>E Online is reporting that finally a new &lt;em&gt;Sex in the City &lt;/em&gt;movie is &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/gossip/kristin/detail/index.jsp?uuid=9852171d-fe9b-4e4d-af8e-e5bb344e71b0"&gt;in the works&lt;/a&gt;.  I had this idea filed under "when pigs fly."  Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2683750839898529999?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2683750839898529999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2683750839898529999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2683750839898529999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2683750839898529999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/sex-and-wtf-city.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Sex and the &lt;/i&gt;(WTF?) &lt;i&gt;City!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5405718254473112933</id><published>2007-06-06T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:09:04.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitress and Knocked Up</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks I've been able to see two fairly good summer movies, both small (or smallish) compared to the newest &lt;em&gt;Pirates&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/em&gt;. My expectations for both &lt;em&gt;Waitress &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Knocked Up &lt;/em&gt;were too high. Both movies were good, but neither was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitress &lt;/em&gt;is quirky and fun. And what's not to love about Keri Russell and Nathan Fillon? It's just that for as fun as the movie was, it did feel a bit too precious--a bit too clever for its own good. But I enjoyed the film overall, and there were some really touching moments. It's a real tragedy to think that director Adrienne Shelly won't get to hone her craft and make more movies (she was murdered last year in New York). &lt;em&gt;Waitress &lt;/em&gt;can be laugh-out-loud funny at times and really does comed together pretty cohesively. And for a director's first movie that's an incredible feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knocked Up &lt;/em&gt;isn't a small indie darling like &lt;em&gt;Waitress &lt;/em&gt;but it is still finely crafted and overall a good movie. Following &lt;em&gt;The 40 Year Old Virgin, &lt;/em&gt;director Judd Apatow delivers a strange mesh of a romantic comedy and a guy's guy movie. It felt like &lt;em&gt;Porky's &lt;/em&gt;had a baby with &lt;em&gt;When Harry Met Sally &lt;/em&gt;which worked sometimes, but other times fell flat. Katherine Heigl is as gorgeous and funny as ever, but I'm not sure Seth Rogen can carry a film. It's not just that she's a 10 and he's a 5.  For me, Rogen just doesn't have the "leading man" charisma the part takes. But the movie is funny and certainly worth your $10. Curb your expectations some and both movies can be a welcome retreat from the summer weather and blockbuster fare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5405718254473112933?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5405718254473112933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5405718254473112933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5405718254473112933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5405718254473112933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/06/waitress-and-knocked-up.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Waitress&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2111617176359141637</id><published>2007-05-22T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:37:39.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>From my trip to Peru to getting prepared for my organization's annual convention in Vegas next week, it's been a really busy time. Sorry I haven't had the chance to blog much and address some great topics like my new niece Addison or how travelling with my mother to Machu Picchu has changed my outlook on life some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that's quick and dirty for me to talk about is television. And I can say that though it's been a fantastic year with &lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp; Sisters&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;and some other shows, I really feel like some of the season finales have let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point--&lt;em&gt;Gilmore Girls. &lt;/em&gt;It wasn't even a great episode.  Good, but eh? You'd expect a season--and series!--finale to pull out all the bells and whistles while still staying true to its core. But &lt;em&gt;GG &lt;/em&gt;didn't do either. I felt like the characters were a bit lost, and really I didn't get the &lt;em&gt;GG &lt;/em&gt;love vibes I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives &lt;/em&gt;left me nonplussed too. I think everyone in the world realized nearly two months ago exactly how &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;was going to end. And &lt;em&gt;Housewives&lt;/em&gt;? Well, it was boring as hell except for Edie kicking the bucket.  (Or did she?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...there have been two saving graces. &lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp; Sisters &lt;/em&gt;was amazing on Sunday. It's the only part of my Sunday television viewing where I turn off my computer, I stop folding clothes, I don't even pet the cats. It deserves my attention because it's so damn fun to watch. And the finale was just the same: funny, sappy, intriguing, and just plain feel-good. I think the show is really one of my favorites to watch and enjoy. It's no grand work of art...but it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves me with &lt;em&gt;Lost. &lt;/em&gt;I keep hearing there is a game-changing thing in the works in the finale. I'll be honest, my feelings about the this year's tv season probably (unfairly) hinge on the season finale of &lt;em&gt;Lost. &lt;/em&gt;So much is at stake, so much has changed, and for the first time in years--I'm spoiler free.  I just hope the &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;team doesn't let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2111617176359141637?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2111617176359141637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2111617176359141637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2111617176359141637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2111617176359141637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7939765681557195772</id><published>2007-05-08T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:14:12.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Machu Picchu Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RkCMHcBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VRf332DQ8eI/s1600-h/Picture+493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062200040572577186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RkCMHcBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VRf332DQ8eI/s320/Picture+493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey y'all. You can find all my 400 pics from my trip to Peru &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gmdunstan/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/31073711-7939765681557195772?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7939765681557195772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7939765681557195772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7939765681557195772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7939765681557195772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/machu-picchu-pics.html' title='Machu Picchu Pics'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RkCMHcBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VRf332DQ8eI/s72-c/Picture+493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6291698394018020161</id><published>2007-05-04T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:41:39.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Didn´t Know about Peru</title><content type='html'>While I am waiting to go out and spend some afternoon time in Lima, I thought I´d sit down and write a few surprises I´ve encountered during my trip. Yáll are probably smarter than me and knew all this, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spanish is the SECOND language spoken by most of the people outside the big cities. In Cuzco, for example, Quechua is the native tongue--though everyone does speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Peru, people don´t flush toilet paper down the toilet. Even used toilet paper is put in a little basket by the toilet. This is true in homes and restaurants and such, but also hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Americans use the word &lt;em&gt;Inca &lt;/em&gt;incorrectly. &lt;em&gt;Inca &lt;/em&gt;is the ruler of the Quechua people. So when we talk about Inca ruins, what we really mean is ruins the Quechua people built for their Inca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There is still a lot of resentment toward the spanish in Peru--especially in Cuzco and the Sacred Valley towns. While the Quechua are now almost all Catholic, they resent what the Dominicans did to their native culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One US dollar is 3.2 soles in Peru. A beer is 8 soles. A Big Mac is 4.5 soles. A real steal because of the strength of our dollar. But food and flowers are two things that are cheap even for the native people in Peru. We were looking at elaborate flower arrangements in church--ones that would have cost upwards of $75 or $100 in the US. These same flowers cost about $10 in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) All hotels in Lima, Cuzco, and the Sacred Valley seem to have outlets that support US electronics. I brought an adaptor with me, but didn´t need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Potatoes and Lima beans are indigenous to Peru. There are over 200 kinds of potatoes--black, blue, yellow, red. And the Georgia staple, the Lima Bean, came from Peru. (Yeah, the name should have given it away long ago to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ecalyptus trees are native to Peru. I´m not sure why that surprises me, but it does. Oh, and there´s no real &lt;em&gt;tree line &lt;/em&gt;in the Andean mountains. Mountains as high as 13, 14, and 15,000 feet never ever get snow. The &lt;em&gt;snow line &lt;/em&gt;starts around 18,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s it for now. If I bored you, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6291698394018020161?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6291698394018020161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6291698394018020161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6291698394018020161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6291698394018020161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-i-didnt-know-about-peru_04.html' title='Things I Didn´t Know about Peru'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1430788063484884835</id><published>2007-05-04T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:40:50.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Didn´t Know about Peru</title><content type='html'>While I am waiting to go out and spend some afternoon time in Lima, I thought I´d sit down and write a few surprises I´ve encountered during my trip. Yáll are probably smarter than me and knew all this, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spanish is the SECOND language spoken by most of the people outside the big cities. In Cuzco, for example, Quechua is the native tongue--though everyone does speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Peru, people don´t flush toilet paper down the toilet. Even used toilet paper is put in a little basket by the toilet. This is true in homes and restaurants and such, but also hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Americans use the word &lt;em&gt;Inca &lt;/em&gt;incorrectly. &lt;em&gt;Inca &lt;/em&gt;is the ruler of the Quechua people. So when we talk about Inca ruins, what we really mean is ruins the Quechua people built for their Inca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There is still a lot of resentment toward the spanish in Peru--especially in Cuzco and the Sacred Valley towns. While the Quechua are now almost all Catholic, they resent what the Dominicans did to their native culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One US dollar is 3.2 soles in Peru. A beer is 8 soles. A Big Mac is 4.5 soles. A real steal because of the strength of our dollar. But food and flowers are two things that are cheap even for the native people in Peru. We were looking at elaborate flower arrangements in church--ones that would have cost upwards of $75 or $100 in the US. These same flowers cost about $10 in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) All hotels in Lima, Cuzco, and the Sacred Valley seem to have outlets that support US electronics. I brought an adaptor with me, but didn´t need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Potatoes and Lima beans are indigenous to Peru. There are over 200 kinds of potatoes--black, blue, yellow, red. And the Georgia staple, the Lima Bean, came from Peru. (Yeah, the name should have given it away long ago to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ecalyptus trees are native to Peru. I´m not sure why that surprises me, but it does. Oh, and there´s no real &lt;em&gt;tree line &lt;/em&gt;in the Andean mountains. Mountains as high as 13, 14, and 15,000 feet never ever get snow. The &lt;em&gt;snow line &lt;/em&gt;starts around 18,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s it for now. If I bored you, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1430788063484884835?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1430788063484884835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1430788063484884835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1430788063484884835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1430788063484884835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-i-didnt-know-about-peru.html' title='Things I Didn´t Know about Peru'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3317503668321158213</id><published>2007-05-03T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:43:23.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuzco, Guinea Pigs, and Sexy Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjpJTMBL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m3pkcbgovPI/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060437725296715154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjpJTMBL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m3pkcbgovPI/s200/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjpI78BL5YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y8NcQrkCIQs/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060437325864756610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjpI78BL5YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y8NcQrkCIQs/s200/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuzco has been a blast. Just imagine a city where most of the architecture is built on top of walls that were created in 1100 AD. Just crazy old and fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday--We saw every old church possible in Cuzco, including one that has a cross which Pisarro´s own people carried when they first came to the city in the 1500´s. We also spent a lot of time at the Temple of the Sun, probably the best, most precise Inca walls ever built. Of course the Dominicans came and put a church on top of it, so you can´t see most of the original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday--Today is only half over but it was jam-packed with sights and sounds. We started the day by going to a traditional market in Cuzco. Think of the biggest farmers´market you can imagine and then make it twice as crowded, twice as dirty, and 4 or 5 times as cheap. It was miraculous. Rows of chocolate and fresh cheeses right up against hanging dried llama fetuses and racks of fresh butchered meats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the market we went to Sasqyunhuaman. I spelled it wrong, but oh well. It´s an Inca ruin from the 1400´s just north of the city--three rows of huge rounded walls that you can´t wrap your head around. Some of the stones weigh up to 300 tons. It was incredible. But every time a peruvian says the name of the site, I always think they´re saying, ¨sexy woman.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch we had some new stuff including alpacca and pork (with the skin attached). But the highlight had to have been when they brought a whole guinea pig out on a plate. Ugh. I just wasn´t brave enough to try it, though I´ve tried everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we head to Lima. Then it´s Miami on Sat and back to DC on Sunday. More later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3317503668321158213?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3317503668321158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3317503668321158213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3317503668321158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3317503668321158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuzco-guinea-pigs-and-sexy-women.html' title='Cuzco, Guinea Pigs, and Sexy Women'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjpJTMBL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m3pkcbgovPI/s72-c/Imagen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6974000682157949745</id><published>2007-05-01T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:08:53.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Machu Picchu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjfHuMBL5VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nkvnBTwRKYE/s1600-h/Imagen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059732302688150866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjfHuMBL5VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nkvnBTwRKYE/s200/Imagen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjfG88BL5UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jYlYebLBoz8/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059731456579593538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjfG88BL5UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jYlYebLBoz8/s200/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have just spent the past two days in Aguas Calientes and Machu Picchu and want to give you all a brief rundown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday--In the morning, we visited a class of 5th graders in a local school. They were so fantastic and hugging us and going nuts. Nearly all of them want to be tour guides when they grow up. I never knew the Peruvian economy was so bad, and evidently tourism has turned everything around. Then we took the train from Ollataytamba to Aguas Calientes, the small town just 25 minutes driving from the ruins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the ruins at about 230 or so and it was beautiful--more spectacular than you can imagine. We walked around for three hours taking in most of the lower level sights, though we did climb to a high tower that houses the "hitching post of the sun." We also got the classic picture of the ruins with the mountain behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were leaving, the sun was setting and we were basically the only people at the ruins. I´m not sure much can compare--even my years in Alaska. Later that night all of us went to get pizza and beer (no kidding).  We played a hilarious game called Sapo where you try to throw gold coins in a metal frog´s mouth. I, of course, sucked at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday--we got to the ruins at 7 a.m. and my mother and I walked with a married couple on our tour, and with our tour guide, to the top of the mountain you always see in the Machu Picchu pics. Yes, the top of that f´ing tall mountain. We climbed a total of 1500 feet I think. This is fairly remarkable considering our hotel was another 2000 feet lower than the ruins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´ll describe the ruins in another blog. They were magical. And we saw chinchillas in the wild among the ruins. And llamas too. We took the train this afternoon and now we´re in Cuzco, the first city of the Incas. Can´t wait to explore tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to all of you soon. Sorry to be brief and not very detailed. It´s killing the writer in me, but I figure it´s neater to get something out while we´re actually here in Peru.&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/31073711-6974000682157949745?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6974000682157949745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6974000682157949745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6974000682157949745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6974000682157949745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/05/machu-picchu.html' title='Machu Picchu'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjfHuMBL5VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nkvnBTwRKYE/s72-c/Imagen+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7511554152633642266</id><published>2007-04-29T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:17:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjT9H8BL5TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8uA6BAixBhU/s1600-h/graham+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058946594255922482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjT9H8BL5TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8uA6BAixBhU/s200/graham+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjT8zMBL5SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/krhG3BNy7tE/s1600-h/graham+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058946237773636898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjT8zMBL5SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/krhG3BNy7tE/s200/graham+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It´s late Sunday afternoon and I wanted to catch all of you up on the trip to Peru I´m taking with my mother. It´s been unbelievably beautiful here, but we´ve done so much hiking, walking, eating, and even rafting that I´m dead tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday--we were in Miami and didn´t do much. Simply took a boat ride around the rich islands in the bay. We had a 1 a.m. flight that night to Lima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday and Friday--we hit the ground running in Peru. There are 12 of us on the tour, mostly older married couples, as I had anticipated. We saw lots of ancient sites in the city including old Incan pyramids and visited an Gregorian monestary and its catacombs. Friday night I actually ventured out to a gay bar and met some nice new friends. More on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday--we flew from Lima (which is at sea level) to Cuzco, which is 11,000 feet. I´m pretty in shape, but I can tell you that you get tired more easily, and sometimes even lightheaded. We drove down from Cuzco to the Sacred Valley and Urabamba River (a lower elevation of 9,000 feet) where we visited the ancient Incan ruins of Pisac. It was a hellish hike, but really wonderful. We visited a llama farm where we also saw alpacas and vicunyas. Of course they made us drink lots of coca tea, which is supposed to help you adjust to elevation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday--we are still in the Sacred Valley which is really amazing. Our old monestary hotel has flowers blooming everywhere, even though Peru is entering its winter season. Today we visited another Incan site, the only one where the Incans actually defeated the Spanish. The name is too long and I don´t remember. Maybe Oyatollamba? Something like that. Then we did a rafting trip down the Urabamba River. Mom and I rode in front and we were completely drenched. But eating a huge picnic lunch after made it all worthwhile. After the picnic we visited a famous ceramics studio, but the highlight for me was petting the marmoset named Bellaluci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is our first day at Machu Picchu.&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/31073711-7511554152633642266?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7511554152633642266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7511554152633642266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7511554152633642266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7511554152633642266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-from-peru.html' title='Hello from Peru'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RjT9H8BL5TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8uA6BAixBhU/s72-c/graham+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-5344774016273802145</id><published>2007-04-23T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:49:09.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RizjaWdHIPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UfjiQw4yhKY/s1600-h/mp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056666523474010354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RizjaWdHIPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UfjiQw4yhKY/s320/mp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure how many of you know, but I'm headed to Peru on Wednesday for twelve days. Specifically, I'm going to see Machu Picchu, but my tour also stops in Lima and Cuzco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part of the trip is that I'm headed there with my mother. She's great, but I'm sure we'll have some knock-down-drag-outs. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to post from Peru if any of our hotels have internet access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-5344774016273802145?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/5344774016273802145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=5344774016273802145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5344774016273802145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/5344774016273802145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-to-peru.html' title='Off to Peru'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RizjaWdHIPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UfjiQw4yhKY/s72-c/mp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1064083018819145030</id><published>2007-04-16T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:56:09.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ari Gold Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Don't jump to conclusions, Lloyd. He might just want a pretty Mongolian face to look at over dinner."&lt;br /&gt;--Jeremy Piven's character on HBO's &lt;em&gt;Entourage&lt;/em&gt; works to convince his gay assistant that a gay client doesn't want in his pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1064083018819145030?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1064083018819145030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1064083018819145030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1064083018819145030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1064083018819145030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/ari-gold-quote-of-week_16.html' title='Ari Gold Quote of the Week'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3347677910180546575</id><published>2007-04-10T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:43:27.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Website</title><content type='html'>Props to MDV for passing &lt;a href="http://www.noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com"&gt;this great, hilarious website&lt;/a&gt; along. I can't spoil it for you. It is truly genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3347677910180546575?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3347677910180546575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3347677910180546575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3347677910180546575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3347677910180546575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-website.html' title='An Amazing Website'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3078309471743019644</id><published>2007-04-09T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:02:21.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRINDHOUSE Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rhp-zQPMORI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OT2JRhyfHio/s1600-h/grindhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051489351046543634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rhp-zQPMORI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OT2JRhyfHio/s200/grindhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was able to catch &lt;em&gt;Grindhouse &lt;/em&gt;this weekend, the new double feature by the clever directing duo of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. I whole-heartedly recommend the movie with two caveats: 1) you must be willing to take a wild, self-referential, bloody ride; and 2) you have to make it through the much-too-bloody first half by Rodriguez to uncover the real gem that is Tarantino's new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodriguez and Tarantino should both get credit for having fun. That's what these two 90 minute movies are about. Unabashed crazy blood-and-guts wild-ass fun. From fake horror movie previews to grainy film and missing reels, the directors throw in every old school gimmick but the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the movie, Rodriguez's &lt;em&gt;Planet Terror, &lt;/em&gt;might as well be a video game. Full of fast-flying bullets and exploding zombies, the over-the-top gore finally just begins to wash over you after 45 mins or so. There are some laugh-out-loud moments, which you might expect. But who in the world could have known that Rose McGowan (of &lt;em&gt;Scream &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Charmed &lt;/em&gt;fame) could be such a kickass heroine? And cutie Freddy Rodriguez (from &lt;em&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/em&gt;) plays a charming, gun-toting love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;em&gt;Planet Terror &lt;/em&gt;has genuine moments of suspense, Tarantino's &lt;em&gt;Death Proof &lt;/em&gt;is the movie that actually keeps you on the edge of your seat. You know from the movie trailer that Rose McGowan gets in Kurt Russell's "death proof" car, and he tries to kill her. But that's only about 1/4 of the movie&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;The rest of &lt;em&gt;Death Proof&lt;/em&gt; is balls-to-the-wall girl power. Not since Buffy have I seen some gals kick such ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind gore and you want to have some fun, &lt;em&gt;Grindhouse &lt;/em&gt;will certainly fit the bill. You'll probably get squeamish during Rodriguez's first half, but hold tight because Tarantino's second half redeems the double feature as a whole. Now I just want Tarantino to get back to making another great drama, a la &lt;em&gt;Pulp Fiction &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Jackie Brown. &lt;/em&gt;Hell, even &lt;em&gt;Kill Bill &lt;/em&gt;would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3078309471743019644?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3078309471743019644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3078309471743019644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3078309471743019644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3078309471743019644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/grindhouse-review.html' title='GRINDHOUSE Review'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rhp-zQPMORI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OT2JRhyfHio/s72-c/grindhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1904199081394601941</id><published>2007-04-06T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:14:13.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie and Her Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RhZxzwPMOQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Uy6_TuhNojM/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050349166078474498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RhZxzwPMOQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Uy6_TuhNojM/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31073711-1904199081394601941?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1904199081394601941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1904199081394601941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1904199081394601941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1904199081394601941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/addie-and-her-uncle.html' title='Addie and Her Uncle'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RhZxzwPMOQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Uy6_TuhNojM/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8719288767706310776</id><published>2007-04-05T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:20:38.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humps</title><content type='html'>Most of you have seen this already, but props to my friend Cathy for sending it along. Alanis Morisette has covered Fergie's "My Humps" in his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W91sqAs-_-g"&gt;hilarious video&lt;/a&gt;.  It's astounding, so be sure to take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8719288767706310776?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8719288767706310776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8719288767706310776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8719288767706310776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8719288767706310776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-humps.html' title='My Humps'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2055931935106268256</id><published>2007-03-27T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:39:19.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Addie Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rglk0p44rpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lp3jj_5kfRw/s1600-h/Addie+_+Daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046675713205776018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rglk0p44rpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lp3jj_5kfRw/s320/Addie+_+Daddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31073711-2055931935106268256?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2055931935106268256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2055931935106268256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2055931935106268256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2055931935106268256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-addie-pic.html' title='Today&apos;s Addie Pic'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rglk0p44rpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lp3jj_5kfRw/s72-c/Addie+_+Daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1769700423195970189</id><published>2007-03-20T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:18:11.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Daily Addy Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf_tFmUeIII/AAAAAAAAADs/uP5dMcXR7jE/s1600-h/addy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044010788119781506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf_tFmUeIII/AAAAAAAAADs/uP5dMcXR7jE/s320/addy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31073711-1769700423195970189?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1769700423195970189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1769700423195970189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1769700423195970189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1769700423195970189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-daily-addy-pic.html' title='Your Daily Addy Pic'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf_tFmUeIII/AAAAAAAAADs/uP5dMcXR7jE/s72-c/addy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8690838165168921470</id><published>2007-03-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:51:11.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison Elizabeth Dunstan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf8D7VZzWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/D-L3n4qS5dk/s1600-h/addy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043754425570777458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf8D7VZzWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/D-L3n4qS5dk/s200/addy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Niece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 7lb 9 oz, 21 inches bundle of love! Congrats to my brother Adam and his wife Jenny. You can't imagine how exciting it is to have my first niece or nephew, and how happy the family is.  More to follow when I stop blubbering.&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/31073711-8690838165168921470?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8690838165168921470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8690838165168921470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8690838165168921470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8690838165168921470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/addison-elizabeth.html' title='Addison Elizabeth Dunstan'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rf8D7VZzWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/D-L3n4qS5dk/s72-c/addy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-36836077792817608</id><published>2007-03-09T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:35:05.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna and H&amp;M Video</title><content type='html'>Props to Jeoff for forwarding me this &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1e8zb_hm-by-madonna-directors-cut"&gt;hilarious Madonna commercial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-36836077792817608?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/36836077792817608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=36836077792817608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/36836077792817608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/36836077792817608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/madonna-and-h-video.html' title='Madonna and H&amp;M Video'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2777031208025022777</id><published>2007-03-09T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:10:27.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayans Rebuff Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/09/AR2007030900076.html"&gt;This story in &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/09/AR2007030900076.html"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;caught my eye because the title was so bizarre: "Priests to Purify Site After Bush Visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny at first glance when you think about Mayan priests "chanting and burning incense, herbs and candles" to remove the "bad spirits" from Bush's visit. But the more you consider the relevancy, how over and over and over again other countries and their various communities are turning away from the war-mongering United States, the more disturbing this story gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person speaking for the Mayans said, "That a person like (Bush), with the persecution of our migrant brothers in the United States, with the wars he has provoked, is going to walk in our sacred lands, is an offense for the Mayan people and their culture." He's certainly got a point, and it goes beyond how sick so many people are of Bush's faux-cowboy bravado. It shows that for more and more people, Bush's double-truths, greed, stubborness, and "fuck you" attitude have reached beyond simple machiavellian tactics to become almost the epitome of American political indifference, bullying, and evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2777031208025022777?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2777031208025022777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2777031208025022777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2777031208025022777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2777031208025022777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/mayan-rebuff-bush.html' title='Mayans Rebuff Bush'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3150596149439908464</id><published>2007-03-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:04:38.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Frak?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't watched this week's &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactica &lt;/em&gt;then read no further. I'm warning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? I'm so confused. BSG is a great series, and last night was actually a good episode, but it felt a bit like &lt;em&gt;Lost. &lt;/em&gt;After being promised big revelations and getting a huge build up, we learned zip, nada, zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, a major character "died" for no reason, despite months of talk about her "destiny." It made no sense, and I'm hoping that the showrunners know where they're headed with this. And my hope is that Katee Sackhoff isn't off the show entirely--she gave a real spark to the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that Starbuck comes back as a Cylon in future episodes. Another friend has suggested that maybe it's her death that precipitates the discovery of Earth. In any case, the best show on television threw me a major curve ball last night, and I can't say I'm jazzed about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3150596149439908464?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3150596149439908464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3150596149439908464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3150596149439908464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3150596149439908464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-frak.html' title='What the Frak?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1162146969771617150</id><published>2007-03-02T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:30:51.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do These People Get Paid Millions?</title><content type='html'>I just read in &lt;em&gt;Variety&lt;/em&gt; that ABC is doing a show about &lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117960384.html?categoryid=1300&amp;cs=1&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;cavemen living in modern day Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;. Kind of like the Geico commericals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do these tv people ever get paid what they get paid to come up with "ideas" like this. I mean...it's been a fairly non-funny commercial bit for a few years now, and that somehow translates to a "funny" sit com? I read this article and couldn't believe it. The only thing that's funny to me about the show in the making is that they chose Atlanta of all places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1162146969771617150?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1162146969771617150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1162146969771617150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1162146969771617150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1162146969771617150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-do-these-people-get-paid-millions.html' title='How Do These People Get Paid Millions?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-1725274882787769880</id><published>2007-03-02T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:44:43.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardly Fun and Nancy Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Ree4lauSW1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/URjWxpcjdSA/s1600-h/url.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Ree4lauSW1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/URjWxpcjdSA/s320/url.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037197661205322578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it's raining like hell in DC tonight and nothing is on tv. After a quick stop to Amersterdam Falafel, I decide to take a sneak peek at the netflix treat I had been saving for this Sat or Sun afternoon: disc 1 from the 1976 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew Mysteries &lt;/span&gt;tv series. (I figured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family &lt;/span&gt;with Kristy McNichol has rocked enough 70's weekends lately--time for a change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb up on the sofa and push play, just giddy to see Shaun Cassidy, Parker Stevenson and Pamela Sue Martin in all their wavy-haired glory. And there they are and guess what--it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, stinks isn't really the word. The crazy ass music is just as eerie and good as I remember. But the "plot," (and I use quotations purposefully), is just terrible. No pacing, no story. Just lots of cats hissing, and mirrors, and trap doors, and screaming. Granted, Parker Stevenson is just as cute as I remember, riding around town in his underwear on his trail bike, but even Parker sans clothes just doesn't lift my spirits as much as I hoped he would. Plus the DVD has the shows out of order--there isn't a whiff of Nancy to be found, except in the credits. From what I remember, when the show was originally on, each week alternated between the boys and my Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I may just skip to season two, when the Hardy Boys actually meet Nancy Drew and they chase Dracula together. Perhaps then all will be right with the world. I can hope anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-1725274882787769880?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/1725274882787769880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=1725274882787769880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1725274882787769880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/1725274882787769880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/03/hardly-fun-and-nancy-who.html' title='Hardly Fun and Nancy Who?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Ree4lauSW1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/URjWxpcjdSA/s72-c/url.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4721673065947916408</id><published>2007-02-28T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:10:14.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Bank Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReXhlrK3PdI/AAAAAAAAADE/vExZ1pFlzSc/s1600-h/ari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036679795643465170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReXhlrK3PdI/AAAAAAAAADE/vExZ1pFlzSc/s320/ari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;How many of you remember the super cute guy who won the Oscar last Sunday for his short film &lt;em&gt;West Bank Story &lt;/em&gt;about a falafel stand caught up in the fight between Israel and Palestine? Ari Sandel's quick, empassioned speech about short films being a vehicle for new voices and talent was heartfelt and really stood out that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out Ari is the brother of one of my friends Toby, from Alaska. &lt;em&gt;West Bank Story &lt;/em&gt;was his MFA project in Directing from UCLA. Can you imagine winning an Oscar for your graduate thesis? Well, visit the site for Ari's movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westbankstory.com/"&gt;West Bank Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going to order a copy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(check out Ari and Steven Spielberg above, at the Academy Awards nominee luncheon in January).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4721673065947916408?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4721673065947916408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4721673065947916408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4721673065947916408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4721673065947916408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/west-bank-story.html' title='West Bank Story'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReXhlrK3PdI/AAAAAAAAADE/vExZ1pFlzSc/s72-c/ari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2504400634919823207</id><published>2007-02-28T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:41:07.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Well, Er, Harry Potter is Kind of Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReWihbK3PcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RBeTv_5I_o8/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036610453396471234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReWihbK3PcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RBeTv_5I_o8/s320/potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;People have been talking about &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070228/ap_en_re/theater_equus;_ylt=Ar1.OpTqB1RlRhjisRvrTEZxFb8C"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe in the London play&lt;/a&gt; "Equus," but I hadn't paid much attention. But now after seeing the pictures, I'm like, well, it's just, I don't know how to say it but Harry Potter is kind of hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2504400634919823207?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2504400634919823207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2504400634919823207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2504400634919823207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2504400634919823207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/um-well-er-harry-potter-is-kind-of-hot.html' title='Um, Well, Er, Harry Potter is Kind of Hot'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReWihbK3PcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RBeTv_5I_o8/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3629903168879090401</id><published>2007-02-26T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:02:56.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Murphy and the Oscars</title><content type='html'>Ted Casablanca at E! is reporting that &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/gossip/awful/index.jsp?uuid=5f8d58e0-b954-4f60-875a-ea2592d0debf"&gt;Eddie Murphy left the Oscars last night just after he lost&lt;/a&gt;. If you wondered why I was rooting for Alan Arkin and not Eddie Murphy, you have your main answer. I think Eddie feels entitled to the Oscar--which is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the sound guy who has been nominated 19 times now and didn't win (again) last night. What about all the really great actors who don't have Oscars, including Peter O'Toole who (again) went home without Oscar gold last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEddie is a brilliant comedian. I think he's hysterical. But in &lt;em&gt;Dreamgirls &lt;/em&gt;his performance was only okay. Not terrible, not great. And really, his part didn't even have all that much meat to it.  So I was hoping for Alan Arkin to get the win, and last night I was happy he took gold.  Now after hearing that Eddie left the Oscars in a disappointed huff after losing, it makes me even happier Arkin won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3629903168879090401?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3629903168879090401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3629903168879090401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3629903168879090401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3629903168879090401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/eddie-murphy-and-oscars.html' title='Eddie Murphy and the Oscars'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4401897521609477532</id><published>2007-02-26T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:58:55.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OSCARS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReL08csCeZI/AAAAAAAAACs/61XaDsmLl_0/s1600-h/gosling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035856652683868562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReL08csCeZI/AAAAAAAAACs/61XaDsmLl_0/s320/gosling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I didn't win the work Oscar pool yesterday or the contest at my own party. The big trip-ups I made: 1) voting for Peter O'Toole because I honestly thought they'd give it to him after 7 previous nods. 2) I didn't catch on to the momentum for &lt;em&gt;The Departed. &lt;/em&gt;I voted for &lt;em&gt;Babel &lt;/em&gt;instead. 3) I also picked &lt;em&gt;Pan's Labyrinth &lt;/em&gt;over &lt;em&gt;The Lives of Others &lt;/em&gt;for foreign picture. Oops. So...those were major losses for me in terms of points. In terms of Oscars, I didn't too much care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; make me happy last night: that Alan Arkin won over Eddie Murphy, even after Murphy won every imaginable award before the Oscars. That's a twist I saw coming. I was also happy that Helen Mirren and Jennifer Hudson won, though we all both were fairly certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from the terrible length of the broadcast, it was a fun show. DeGeneres was goofy and childlike, but not stupid. Though we could have done without 5 minute nominee sketches here and 5 minute music dedications there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a great year for movies that the Oscar nominations really seemed on the mark for the most part. And it seemed like November through January I saw a fantastic movie every weekend. Well, as I wrap this up, I  leave us with the hotness that is Ryan Gosling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4401897521609477532?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4401897521609477532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4401897521609477532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4401897521609477532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4401897521609477532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/oscars.html' title='OSCARS!!!'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/ReL08csCeZI/AAAAAAAAACs/61XaDsmLl_0/s72-c/gosling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8805318851699577843</id><published>2007-02-22T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:17:25.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused about Lost</title><content type='html'>Last week's &lt;em&gt;Lost &lt;/em&gt;was incredible. It answered some mysteries, solved others. And I actually began to think that the writers knew what they were doing. I got excited again about that show--which hasn't happened in nearly a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we get another esoteric "how in the world does this fit in" episode. Sure, there was maybe one shock or two, but the showrunners don't seem to understand the thin ice they're on with most people. Everyone I know who watches the show, or used to, is just kind of fed up with the storyline. And "filler" shows like last night's, don't really help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8805318851699577843?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8805318851699577843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8805318851699577843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8805318851699577843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8805318851699577843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/confused-about-lost.html' title='Confused about &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3760968187438085645</id><published>2007-02-13T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:14:20.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Paker Stevenson?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RdHaB8XyRTI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcAVIfdNnjo/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031041985670169906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RdHaB8XyRTI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcAVIfdNnjo/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I admit, I'm feeling nostalgic lately. This past Sunday I actually watched four episodes of the television show &lt;em&gt;Family &lt;/em&gt;from 1976. You know, the show with Kristy McNichol and the mother (Sada Thompson) who had soul-less eyes? Anyway, I was only like 5 or so when the show started, but it was certainly in my consciousness--I remember the sad music, the longful glances, and it did make McNichol a star (and frequent contestant on &lt;em&gt;Battle of the Network Stars&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was terribly surprised to discover that it wasn't just Mike Nichols' baby--the show had writers and directors such as the &lt;em&gt;Thirtysomething &lt;/em&gt;guys Herskovitz and Zwick. Sigh, I miss them. And double sigh that I never really got to appreciate the brother on the show, Gary Frank, when he was in his prime (see above far right). As far as I can tell, he embodied all that was hot and steamy in the 70's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have ordered another &lt;em&gt;Family &lt;/em&gt;DVD from Netflix and am also expecting a &lt;em&gt;Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew &lt;/em&gt;DVD soon. Imagine my horror today to hear that no-talent Tom Cruise is turning the sleuthy brothers--one of my old favorite shows--into &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070213/people_nm/cruise_dc_2"&gt;an action comedy vehicle for him and Ben Stiller&lt;/a&gt;. It truly makes me want to vomit. As old as Parker Stevenson is, he could still take the wee-little Tom Cruise in a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3760968187438085645?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3760968187438085645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3760968187438085645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3760968187438085645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3760968187438085645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-is-paker-stevenson.html' title='Where is Paker Stevenson?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RdHaB8XyRTI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcAVIfdNnjo/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6294826014577972250</id><published>2007-02-05T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:14:21.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Tim Gunn--I Told You So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rcer1wjxYrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7cM15NayNGw/s1600-h/tim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028176449038803634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rcer1wjxYrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7cM15NayNGw/s320/tim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Bravo was intimating months ago that they may go ahead on the next season of &lt;em&gt;Project Runway &lt;/em&gt;without Tim Gunn, I said they were full of crap--they were bluffing and playing hardball with Gunn. Turns out, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gunn announced that though he's leaving Parsons School of Design to work at Liz Claiborne, &lt;a href="http://www.realityblurred.com/realitytv/archives/project_runway_4/2007_Feb_05_tim_gunn_confirms_return"&gt;he's definitley in&lt;/a&gt; for the next season of &lt;em&gt;Runway. &lt;/em&gt;My guess is that Bravo knew they couldn't fuck with a winning combination. Gunn is the heart of the show and his wit is priceless--just look at the difference between how well he does his job and how bloody awful that cutie Todd Oldham is on &lt;em&gt;Top Design.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly believe &lt;em&gt;Runway &lt;/em&gt;would lose mega amounts of viewers if Gunn left. And even though &lt;em&gt;Top Chef&lt;/em&gt; is doing well in the ratings, Bravo can't afford to lose &lt;em&gt;Runway, &lt;/em&gt;the little show that could. It keeps building steam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hurrah for Tim and hurrah for us! I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6294826014577972250?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6294826014577972250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6294826014577972250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6294826014577972250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6294826014577972250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/re-tim-gunn-i-told-you-so.html' title='Re: Tim Gunn--I Told You So'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Rcer1wjxYrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7cM15NayNGw/s72-c/tim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6385601646672056619</id><published>2007-02-05T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:01:56.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joss Whedon Says Adieu to Paradise Island</title><content type='html'>It sounded fun, didn't it? Buffyverse creator Joss Whedon signing on to develop and direct the new &lt;em&gt;Wonder Woman &lt;/em&gt;film for Warner Brothers. Imagine what he could do with the mythology of Wonder Woman and Paradise Island. Think about the sharp quips Diana Prince could make as she deflected bullets with her magic bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas...it was not meant to be. Joss announced on Friday that &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070205/film_nm/whedon_dc;_ylt=AmqyExB7rsvvk9Z9sdYDun1xFb8C;_ylu=X3oDMTA0cDJlYmhvBHNlYwM-"&gt;he's left the film&lt;/a&gt; after more than a year of developing and writing a script (for which he reportedly received at least $2 million). My guess is that his Wonder Woman was a little too edgy, or he wanted to take too much creative license with the character's mythology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is--maybe this will free him up to work on more television goodness. I know he's doing another movie and two comic book series, but we can hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6385601646672056619?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6385601646672056619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6385601646672056619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6385601646672056619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6385601646672056619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/joss-whedon-says-adieu-to-paradise.html' title='Joss Whedon Says &lt;i&gt;Adieu&lt;/i&gt; to Paradise Island'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3038582108209443082</id><published>2007-02-05T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:39:10.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia Fiasco</title><content type='html'>It slipped by my radar, but &lt;em&gt;Variety &lt;/em&gt;reported last month that Meryl Streep will be playing the lead role in the movie adaption of the ABBA Broadway musical &lt;em&gt;Mama Mia! &lt;/em&gt;While I think Streep has an amazing range, from &lt;em&gt;Out of Africa &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;em&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/em&gt;, I just can't see her in this. I wouldn't be surprised if she proved me wrong, but when I think about Streep &lt;b&gt;singing&lt;/b&gt; "The Winner Takes it All," the emotional heart of the musical, I just get scared. I mean, can she even sing? Has anyone heard her sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've heard reports that Cher was up for the role initially. And this could have been just the kind of nutso, cool role she would have either completely made her own or just sunken into complete disaster. Either way, I think I would have loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friends, the true indication that this movie is probably headed to flopsville is that it's produced by the no-talent Tom Hanks. Terribly Tommy has already cast his wife Rita Wilson and there is speculation that he's going to cast Bruce Willis as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I guess Rita could do this kind of fluffy stuff, though I'd rather see pretty much anybody else. Rita is like Tom--she's just kind of there as an actress, albeit 1000 times less annoying. But then you think about casting Bruce Willis? In a musical based on the music of ABBA? What-the-fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to wait and see, but I'm hoping this is all one big early April Fool's Day joke. If not, we're in for a smorgasbord from Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3038582108209443082?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3038582108209443082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3038582108209443082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3038582108209443082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3038582108209443082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/02/mama-mia-fiasco.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Mama Mia&lt;/i&gt; Fiasco'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-9178408573747804306</id><published>2007-01-30T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:56:54.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Caught Babel</title><content type='html'>After missing &lt;em&gt;Babel &lt;/em&gt;for the past few months, I finally took the time to catch it about a week ago. It's funny, because it hadn't gotten fantastic reviews I was skeptical. Sure it had Cate Blanchett and Gael Garcia Bernal, but I was like, "eh...if it were that good, someone would have said so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm saying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babel &lt;/em&gt;is a long movie. A slow movie. And it  isn't chock full of action either. But it has the kind of wonderful performances that just kind of mezmerize you. For me, Adriana Barraza steals the show as the Brad and Cate's nanny/housekeeper. She displays the uncannily real kind of fear a person has when he or she realizes that a life-changing mistake has just been made. And I'll tell you, Brad sure shines in his desperate role too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only real criticism of the film is that although I love the story about the deaf Japanese girl (played so well by Koji Yakusho), it didn't fit into the film well on a narrative or tonal level. Sure, &lt;em&gt;Babel &lt;/em&gt;is all about how people in our world fail to connect. But Koji's story of dispair and distance from her father, didn't have the kind of cross-cultural relevance as the rest of the film. It felt tacked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, the movie's a gem. Know you'll be sitting in your seat for a while, and be patient. If you do, you're sure to learn a thing or two about taking a walk in someone else's shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-9178408573747804306?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/9178408573747804306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=9178408573747804306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9178408573747804306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9178408573747804306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-caught-babel.html' title='Finally Caught &lt;i&gt;Babel&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4682575479299982656</id><published>2007-01-17T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:18:12.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan's Labyrinth is a Great (Albeit Gory) Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021018405774241858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Ra49ozbfMEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/joO5WSGWlFg/s320/pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was able to sneak in time this past weekend to see Guillermo del Toro's new film &lt;em&gt;Pan's Labyrinth &lt;/em&gt;which I had been dying to see. It's one of those films that came out over a month ago in L.A. and New York and only made it to one theater in D.C. just this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is fantastic in both its originality and cinematography. Del Toro weaves a strangely realistic fairy tale set in Spain during the Spanish Civil War. A small girl named Ofelia has to battle both the monsters in her backyard labyrinth as well as the evil stepfather who is a captain in Franco's army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film gets a bit cluttered in characterization and does meander a bit, but overall it comes together well. And for those who hate fantasy films, &lt;em&gt;Pan's Labyrinth &lt;/em&gt;may have a faun, and a giant toad, and a monter or two lurking about, but it's not meant to be a &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; movie. No, it's firmly grounded in a bloody, terrifying, landscape of modern war. If anything, the gore is what was most surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for me, the real shocker is when the man with no eyes lifts his arms toward Ofelia and we see the strange eyeballs on the palms of his hands. Even though this scene was in the preview, I still think everyone in the theater gasped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4682575479299982656?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4682575479299982656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4682575479299982656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4682575479299982656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4682575479299982656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/pans-labyrinth-is-great-albeit-gory.html' title='Pan&apos;s Labyrinth is a Great (Albeit Gory) Film'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/Ra49ozbfMEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/joO5WSGWlFg/s72-c/pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8061253250216012157</id><published>2007-01-17T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:04:26.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy Cast Member Lets Loose Again</title><content type='html'>Notice I used the words "cast member" not "star." And that's simply because &lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;/em&gt;actor Isaiah Washington is probably the least integral, least stealthy actor on the show. Everything he does is over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like when he and Patrick Dempsey (McDreamy) came to fistacuffs a few months ago after Washington called T.R. Knight (George) a faggot. All sorts of things happened: T.R. came out of the closet. The cast was banned from talking to the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this Monday Isaiah took the microphone during a Golden Globes post-show interview and suddenly yelled "I did not call T.R. Knight a faggot." The guy is nuts. Crazy. They just won best drama at the Globes, a great feat and moment for the cast and this moron taints everything in his bizarre and awkward attempt to save face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that he's a liar. &lt;a href="http://community.tvguide.com/forum.jspa?forumID=700000044"&gt;T.R. Knight tells it like it is&lt;/a&gt; on Ellen Degeneres today. &lt;em&gt;Grey's &lt;/em&gt;should dump Isaiah on his ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8061253250216012157?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8061253250216012157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8061253250216012157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8061253250216012157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8061253250216012157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/greys-anatomy-cast-member-lets-loose.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy Cast Member Lets Loose Again'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6092341496981842265</id><published>2007-01-10T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:20:54.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on a Scandal</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a chance until today to talk about &lt;em&gt;Notes on a Scandal&lt;/em&gt; which I saw this past weekend after &lt;em&gt;Children of Men. &lt;/em&gt;As you would imagine, it contains superb performances by both Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett--two actresses I'd almost say can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in thinking it was going to be a prep school love story between a teacher and student, kind of having a sad nostalgia about it. But I couldn't have been more wrong. The movie is a tense drama, almost a thriller, where the tension builds and builds and builds until something finally has to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers that be are selling the movie in an odd way, with barely a glimpse of the movie and just suggesting you should see it for Dench and Blanchett alone. But my guess is that if they better diplayed the movie's tension and drama, they might get more than just an arthouse crowd. And I have to say that though Judi Dench has never looked uglier in a role (purposefully, I'm sure), where she goes dramatically was surprising as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6092341496981842265?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6092341496981842265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6092341496981842265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6092341496981842265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6092341496981842265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/notes-on-scandal.html' title='Notes on a Scandal'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8852917122917413253</id><published>2007-01-09T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:16:27.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trump Ratings Low, Rosie Screams at Barbara</title><content type='html'>I don't want to spend much time on this at all except to gloat that Trump's &lt;em&gt;Apprentice &lt;/em&gt;debuted to its &lt;a href="http://www.realityblurred.com/realitytv/archives/the_apprentice_6/2007_Jan_08_debut_ratings"&gt;lowest ratings yet&lt;/a&gt;. It got beat by &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives, Without a Trace, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp; Sisters. &lt;/em&gt;Too bad Trump can funnel some of that crazybig ego into some solid ratings. Instead, he fires Carolyn and gets mean with Rosie, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie herself &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/01092007/gossip/pagesix/pagesix.htm"&gt;got mean&lt;/a&gt; to Barbara Walters on Monday, or so PageSix says. The paper reports that the day she returned to the show after vacation she screamed at Barbara behind the scenes. Rosie said that Trump was telling the truth, and that Barabara regreeted hiring her. That's why Barbara never really defended her, or stood up to Trump and said he was lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8852917122917413253?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8852917122917413253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8852917122917413253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8852917122917413253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8852917122917413253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/trump-ratings-low-rosie-screams-at.html' title='Trump Ratings Low, Rosie Screams at Barbara'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6689191283935553992</id><published>2007-01-08T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:14:17.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ68HKBCmI/AAAAAAAAABw/byhXVREKMDM/s1600-h/clive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017708107975952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ68HKBCmI/AAAAAAAAABw/byhXVREKMDM/s320/clive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went into the scifi thriller &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/children_of_men/"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;this weekend not really knowing what to expect. I love Julianne Moore and Clive Owen, but the movie seems to be completely under the radar. Maybe every once in a while a tv commercial will come on that says, "A &lt;em&gt;Bladerunner&lt;/em&gt; for the 21st century," but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm glad I gave the movie a chance because was riveting. It was terribly difficult to watch and completely stressful, but also thought-provoking and mezmerizing. I'm convinced more than ever that Clive Owen is a brilliant actor. He does just as well in this sort of "every man" action role as he does in the very character-specific dramatic roles of say &lt;em&gt;Gosford Park &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Croupier. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go to the theatre to check out this film, you'll find yourself immersed in a world of decay and violence. There are images that seem just out of of the Abu Ghraib prison scandal, and scenes of terrorist bombings that could be taking place in almost any major city today. This "future" is so bleak that humans have even lost the ability to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's so harrowing about Alfonso Cuaron's new film is that it is meant to take place only 20 years in our future. Sadly, his vision of 2027 seems fairly convincing--a place where pollution, war, and the suspension of human rights and dignity have created a world in which none of us will want to live. You might even say a world in which none of us would want to bring new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6689191283935553992?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6689191283935553992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6689191283935553992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6689191283935553992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6689191283935553992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/children-of-men.html' title='Children of Men'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ68HKBCmI/AAAAAAAAABw/byhXVREKMDM/s72-c/clive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8935596765851556149</id><published>2007-01-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:51:05.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Power of Pop Tarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ2L3KBClI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rRHQTWf5vk/s1600-h/rucc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017702881000753746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ2L3KBClI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rRHQTWf5vk/s200/rucc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ0rXKBCkI/AAAAAAAAABY/boRC3oi6yvw/s1600-h/barnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017701223143377474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ0rXKBCkI/AAAAAAAAABY/boRC3oi6yvw/s200/barnes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this story about the Ken Barnes, Jr. (above left), the American who tried to sail alone around the world. Last week around South America's Cape Horn, &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-sailor8jan08,1,3295216.story?page=1&amp;amp;coll=la-headlines-california"&gt;his boat began to sink&lt;/a&gt; and he had to stay afloat and alive in ice-cold Pacific Ocean waters until he was rescued by a fishing boat. He stayed alive by eating Pop Tarts and granola bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine who will play the good looking sailor when his story is optioned for a tv movie. I nominate cutie actor Richard Ruccolo (above right), though he'll have to get all gruff and sport a beard. But can't you already hear it, "brought to you commercial free by our friends at Pop Tarts."&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8935596765851556149?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8935596765851556149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8935596765851556149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8935596765851556149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8935596765851556149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-power-of-pop-tarts.html' title='Oh the Power of Pop Tarts'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RaJ2L3KBClI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rRHQTWf5vk/s72-c/rucc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4706023612675316216</id><published>2007-01-03T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:38:31.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Lopez News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZv4IySidvI/AAAAAAAAABM/9o3R2ljZ3Ss/s1600-h/mario_lopez_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015875439829350130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZv4IySidvI/AAAAAAAAABM/9o3R2ljZ3Ss/s200/mario_lopez_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot off the presses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you missing Mario Lopez since his second place finish (he was robbed!) on &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars, &lt;/em&gt;he'll be &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070103/ap_en_tv/tv_miss_america_mario_lopez"&gt;hosting this year's Miss America Pageant&lt;/a&gt; on January 29. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4706023612675316216?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4706023612675316216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4706023612675316216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4706023612675316216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4706023612675316216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/mario-lopez-news.html' title='Mario Lopez News'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZv4IySidvI/AAAAAAAAABM/9o3R2ljZ3Ss/s72-c/mario_lopez_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-183148916244758022</id><published>2007-01-03T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:19:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Return to Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZvXPiSiduI/AAAAAAAAABA/-GOXWaqAp6M/s1600-h/volver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015839271909750498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZvXPiSiduI/AAAAAAAAABA/-GOXWaqAp6M/s200/volver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The spanish word &lt;em&gt;volver &lt;/em&gt;is an infinitive that means "to return" or "to come back." And after seeing Pedro Almodovar's newest film, I can easily say I'd retun to check it out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almodovar's movies are always quirky and fun, but their overall effect can be hit or miss. &lt;em&gt;Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;All About My Mother &lt;/em&gt;were dramatic and funny all at once. But when you examine &lt;em&gt;Bad Education &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Talk to Her&lt;/em&gt;, you realize that often his over-the-top mentality doesn't lend itself well to telling a compelling story. As much as I loved seeing Gael Garcia Bernal in dripping wet tighty whities, when I left &lt;em&gt;Bad Education&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't sad it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;Volver &lt;/em&gt;is a movie that sticks with you. It lulls you into its funny spell and by the time it takes darker turns, you're already hooked. Centering on what it means to be a family, the story is both familiar and surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest surprise for me is that Penelope Cruz can really act. She's not just a doe-eyed dark-haired vision, walking through the part. Forget that she once dated Tom Cruise. Don't let it bother you that Almodovar made her wear a prosthetic ass so that her butt seemed more dumpy. Cruz owns her character of Raimunda, and she'll certainly be nominated for an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all the acting is sensational. I'm not sure what strange rock Almodovar looks under to find his let's say "off beat-looking" supporting actors, but they have acting chops as well. And when you take great acting and pair it with a story that feels fresh and new, you get a movie that only adds to Almodovar's already prestigious arsenal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-183148916244758022?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/183148916244758022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=183148916244758022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/183148916244758022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/183148916244758022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/id-return-to-volver.html' title='I&apos;d Return to &lt;i&gt;Volver&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZvXPiSiduI/AAAAAAAAABA/-GOXWaqAp6M/s72-c/volver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-9040648186579269200</id><published>2007-01-02T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:01:23.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney Cox's Dirt is the Worst Kind of Unclean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dirt &lt;/span&gt;= vanity project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday night and I'm in the middle of this new sho and all I can think is "poor Courtney Cox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Courtney's first series post &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Friends &lt;/span&gt;and you have to give her credit because she did go for a new "gritty" show on the cable network F/X. Trouble is, it's horrible. It's about a Hollywood tabloid magazine. It should be hip, and funny, and smart. Like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Melrose Place &lt;/span&gt;meets &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The OC &lt;/span&gt;with a dash of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Shield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead it's like F/X is trying to remake Robert Altman's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Player &lt;/span&gt;for television and it just doesn't work. A show that could be fun and easy digestible is really only a self-important vehicle for Courtney Cox. She deserves better, and so do we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-9040648186579269200?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/9040648186579269200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=9040648186579269200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9040648186579269200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/9040648186579269200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/courtney-coxs-dirt-is-worst-kind-of.html' title='Courtney Cox&apos;s &lt;i&gt;Dirt&lt;/i&gt; is the Worst Kind of Unclean'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4025229932314993008</id><published>2007-01-02T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:52:59.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamgirls is More Like Dreamgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZsYoiSidtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zhz4vCIJuQM/s1600-h/e121242A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZsYoiSidtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zhz4vCIJuQM/s320/e121242A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015629694685574866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamgirls &lt;/span&gt;over the holidays and I wish there was some really keen observation I could make that hasn't already been said. But really there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie belongs to Jennifer Hudson. Heart. Soul. Voice. Emotion.  All of it. She's nothing short of amazing, and I'm sure she'll be nominated for an Oscar. She may even win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie overall? It's great. Full of heart, with tons of emotion. Who would have thought Eddie Murphy could give a great, dramatic performance? Beyonce is even okay. She starts off a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;wide-eyed, but she finally nails it toward the end of them movie. Close your eyes and it's uncanny how much she begins to sound like Diana Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie only has two real downfalls:  1) It seems to lack some energy. Maybe I'm being picky, but even during most of the showstopping numbers I wanted more. I'm not sure if the cinematography is too intimate, or maybe it is the lighting and staging. But I wanted more pizazz. And again...this is just a small flaw. 2) The only real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downfall &lt;/span&gt;of the movie can be summed up in two words: Jamie Foxx. He's terrible. Really just awful. A truly wooden, one-note performance. He sleepwalks through the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of that really matters in the end. The movie belongs to Jennifer Hudson. Go and watch her shine. It's her music, her voice, her journey. It's even her movie (and her character Effie's)--we're just along for the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4025229932314993008?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4025229932314993008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4025229932314993008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4025229932314993008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4025229932314993008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreamgirls-is-more-like-dreamgirl_02.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/i&gt; is More Like Dreamgirl'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RZsYoiSidtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zhz4vCIJuQM/s72-c/e121242A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2952012418577234210</id><published>2006-12-22T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:41:26.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P. Diddy Sells Dog Fur Jackets</title><content type='html'>Granted, Sean Combs probably had no idea that his made-in-China "high fashion" jackets were actually &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061222/ap_on_bi_ge/macy_s_dog_fur_1"&gt;made of dog fur&lt;/a&gt;, not faux fur. But I liken this to the Kathy Lee Gifford sweat-shop story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to put your name on something, which means you are authenticating it as a product you endorse...then you better damn well make sure that it's up to your standards.  Do some background work, or better yet, pay your staff to do the background work.  But apologizing later after a horrible discovery has been made just seems too little too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2952012418577234210?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2952012418577234210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2952012418577234210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2952012418577234210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2952012418577234210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/p-diddy-sells-dog-fur-jackets.html' title='P. Diddy Sells Dog Fur Jackets'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7974786880533684031</id><published>2006-12-22T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:11:12.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Walters is a Genius</title><content type='html'>By inviting Rosie O'Donnell to cohost on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The View, &lt;/span&gt;Babs killed several birds with one stone: a) she got no-talent Starr Jones off the air;  b) she improved ratings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The View &lt;/span&gt;tremendously; and c) she got people talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The View--&lt;/span&gt;she created buzz for a show that was well past its prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about Rosie, is that she offers a real opinion. She may put her foot in her mouth, and she may not always have a smart thing to say, but she's honest. This &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061221/ap_en_tv/tv_the_view_3"&gt;feud&lt;/a&gt; with Donald Trump is hilarious simply because Donald is trying to get ratings for his new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;--a show that has also passed its prime. Remember when the last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apprentice &lt;/span&gt;came out? Donald attacked Martha Stewart. A month or two ago they release the news that he fired Carolyn. And now he's attacking Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is a "bully," it's the Donald.  He's a dumbass bore with a bad sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7974786880533684031?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7974786880533684031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7974786880533684031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7974786880533684031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7974786880533684031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/barbara-walters-is-genius.html' title='Barbara Walters is a Genius'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-20093470222575662</id><published>2006-12-22T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:05:23.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiefer Sutherland a Cowboy?</title><content type='html'>Who ever would have thought that hunky Kiefer (one my first crushes) is a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061222/ap_en_tv/people_sutherland"&gt;bonafide cowboy&lt;/a&gt;? After that horrible 1994 Woody Harrelson (ugh) cowboy movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cowboy Way, &lt;/span&gt;Kiefer got into roping. He actually won two national roping titles in 1998.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-20093470222575662?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/20093470222575662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=20093470222575662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/20093470222575662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/20093470222575662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/kiefer-sutherland-cowboy.html' title='Kiefer Sutherland a Cowboy?'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6325594122103005092</id><published>2006-12-14T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:15:30.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Room is Over...</title><content type='html'>....At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping SciFi picks up the miniseries as a bonafide series sometime next year. From the completely unique and quirky plot to the great acting by Peter Krause and Juliana Margolis, it was a fantastic show.  If you didn't catch all three 2-hour episodes this week, SciFi is replaying them in a marathon this Sunday.  Don't miss out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6325594122103005092?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6325594122103005092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6325594122103005092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6325594122103005092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6325594122103005092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-room-is-over.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Lost Room&lt;/i&gt; is Over...'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-3145560151496355182</id><published>2006-12-12T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:24:29.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RX7zz3AtNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OuvHSD0RkL0/s1600-h/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007707907948361138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RX7zz3AtNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OuvHSD0RkL0/s320/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 2-hour segment of SciFi's 6-hour miniseries &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/lostroom/"&gt;The Lost Room&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;premiered last night and I have to say I was floored. While it was a little slow to get going, the show is fascinating. Part of me wants to compare it to &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks &lt;/em&gt;because the show is so smart and ahead of its time&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; But whereas &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks &lt;/em&gt;was rife with humor, &lt;em&gt;The Lost Room &lt;/em&gt;is awash in paranoia and loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a great show and I can't wait to see Peter Krause again tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-3145560151496355182?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/3145560151496355182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=3145560151496355182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3145560151496355182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/3145560151496355182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-room.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Lost Room&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RX7zz3AtNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OuvHSD0RkL0/s72-c/peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-7376590430761919958</id><published>2006-12-12T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:55:24.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen Rocks My World</title><content type='html'>When I saw a shorter version of this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5LR-IZbbc0"&gt;Ellen Degeneres commerical for Amex&lt;/a&gt; the other day, I nearly wet my pants. But the long version is even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen is a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-7376590430761919958?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/7376590430761919958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=7376590430761919958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7376590430761919958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/7376590430761919958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/ellen-rocks-my-world.html' title='Ellen Rocks My World'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8923631362238916650</id><published>2006-12-11T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:14:02.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch The Lost Room Tonight</title><content type='html'>SciFi is airing the first 2 hours of its new miniseries &lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/30935"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lost Room &lt;/em&gt;tonight&lt;/a&gt;. It starts Peter Krause of &lt;em&gt;Six Feet Under &lt;/em&gt;(and &lt;em&gt;Buffy&lt;/em&gt;) fame. It looks fantastic, and the network has been promoting the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's chat about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8923631362238916650?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8923631362238916650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8923631362238916650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8923631362238916650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8923631362238916650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/catch-lost-room-tonight.html' title='Catch &lt;i&gt;The Lost Room&lt;/i&gt; Tonight'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8792713280653718276</id><published>2006-12-11T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:52:14.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler and James win The Amazing Race...</title><content type='html'>And finally the boring&lt;a href="http://www.realityblurred.com/realitytv/archives/the_amazing_race_10/2006_Dec_11_tyler_james_win"&gt; season is over&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me or were the laughs and fights and general drama too few and far between this season? I'm not sure when it begins again, but I hope it doesn't follow football or baseball or whatever. I barely watched because it never aired on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8792713280653718276?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8792713280653718276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8792713280653718276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8792713280653718276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8792713280653718276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyler-and-james-win-amazing-race.html' title='Tyler and James win &lt;i&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/i&gt;...'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-4763128107971725287</id><published>2006-12-08T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:10:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlestar News</title><content type='html'>Kristin at EOnline has posted a &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/gossip/kristin/blog/index.jsp?uuid=af67bc4b-37a7-448e-b053-f419872c5825"&gt;great chat&lt;/a&gt; with Ron Moore, the creator of SciFi's &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/em&gt;--the best show on tv. Moore discusses everything from the other cylon models we haven't seen to the search for Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what alarmed me most is that there are only two more episodes before we take a &lt;em&gt;Battlestar &lt;/em&gt;break until Spring 2007.  Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-4763128107971725287?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/4763128107971725287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=4763128107971725287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4763128107971725287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/4763128107971725287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/battlestar-news.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Battlestar&lt;/i&gt; News'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2265584422817983205</id><published>2006-12-08T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:47:18.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway and Tim Gunn</title><content type='html'>There seems to be an anxious buzz lately about the next season of &lt;em&gt;Project Runway. &lt;/em&gt;When will it begin? Is it true that &lt;a href="http://www.realityblurred.com/realitytv/archives/project_runway_4/2006_Dec_07_tim_gunn_speculation"&gt;Tim Gunn may not be a part of the show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words: Bravo will do whatever it takes to get Gunn back for the next season. &lt;em&gt;Project Runway &lt;/em&gt;is the only true bonafide hit that Bravo has, and its buzz is off the charts. There is no way they are going to mess with a winning formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how Kathy Griffin was having trouble getting a second (and third) season pickup for her &lt;em&gt;My Life on the D-List&lt;/em&gt;? I think Bravo just likes to play hardball to see how much $ they can save. But the thing about Tim Gunn is that Bravo needs him more than he needs Bravo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2265584422817983205?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2265584422817983205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2265584422817983205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2265584422817983205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2265584422817983205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/project-runway-and-tim-gunn.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Project Runway&lt;/i&gt; and Tim Gunn'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2570956068015403489</id><published>2006-12-06T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:28:36.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleep Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RXb8YKTNCaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kenttoWQW74/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005465527880845730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RXb8YKTNCaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kenttoWQW74/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The term seems simple enough: &lt;em&gt;sleep study&lt;/em&gt;. As I sleep, doctors will study me, right? But no, my friend. Though the term implies sleep, there was almost none of that to be had last night in Chevy Chase, Maryland as I was hooked up to 17 electrodes and one in the nose breathing tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning. I snore. Horribly. Forcibly. Sometimes waking myself up and making strange noises. A few friends, one of them a doctor, mentioned that I might have sleep apnea. So I began the ordeal a month ago when I visited an ENT. Dr. Schonfeld walked in and said, "Yep, you've got bad anatomy. Tiny nasal passages. I bet you snore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was last night at the sleep center where they would record me sleeping and measure my brainwaves, breathing, leg twitching. You name it, there was a wire hooked up to it. (Well, not every single thing). I'm in bed at 10:30. That's the most laughable thing because I haven't been to sleep before midnight in years. And I was hooked up to the aforementioned 17 electrodes: one on each leg, several in my hair, on my face, on my chest. A heart monitor on my finger. It was horrible. My nurse Jackie even put a breathing tube in my nose so she could measure my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie leaves the room and I hear her in the dark like the voice of God, "Blink five times. Move your left ankle. Clear your throat." I fully expected Ashton Kutcher to walk in with a friend or two and say I'd been punked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine what it's like to sleep with wires all over your face and on your legs. I roll around when I'm trying to get to sleep and every time I turned or moved last night, I had to pull a bundle of wires and make sure the air tube hadn't come out of my nose.  With all this discomfort, and the pressure of knowing I was being watched and recorded, it took at least an hour to get to sleep. Ususally it takes 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1:30 a.m. What I dreaded most had come true: I had to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean up in the dark and wave at the camera. "Jackie, I have to go to the bathroom," I say. Nothing. No voice of God. No light comes on. I fumble across the desk to try to turn the light on but instead send my cell phone flying across the room. I sit up in bed for about 10 minutes feeling like a child or an adult who can't take care of himself. Jackie finally walks in and unplugs me from the machines, but then I have to go in the bathroom carrying the box which has all 17 wires still plugged into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back in bed, and this time I bet it takes me another hour, maybe an hour and a half to get back to sleep. God, er, Jackie, wakes me up at 6:15 a.m. and rips all 17 electrodes off. The only saving grace is that I had a baseball cap to cover the globs of goo that were still in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, should you ever need a sleep study, dread it. Avoid it. If you go, don't drink anything beforehand, and be sure to bring a baseball cap to wear home. I can imagine no worse fate than leaving sticky globs on the benches of the Metro as you ride home from Chevy Chase at 6 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2570956068015403489?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2570956068015403489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2570956068015403489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2570956068015403489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2570956068015403489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sleep-study_06.html' title='My Sleep Study'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/RXb8YKTNCaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kenttoWQW74/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-8935348876258150638</id><published>2006-12-06T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:18:14.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSFLASH: Congress to Work a 5-Day Week!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe this is even news--the fact that some members of Congress are mad that starting in January when the Dems take over, they will have to work &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/12/05/AR2006120501342_pf.html"&gt;a 5-day work week&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows how crazy our elected officials have gotten.  Look at this quote by Republican Jack Kingston from Georgia: "Keeping us up here eats away at families. Marriages suffer. The Democrats could care less about families -- that's what this says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe what this says is that the Democrats are tired of people like Kingston flying home on Thursdays and returning to Washington on Tuesdays. Maybe the Democractic leadership wants Congress to actually have to work like the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-8935348876258150638?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/8935348876258150638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=8935348876258150638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8935348876258150638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/8935348876258150638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/newsflash-congress-to-work-5-day-week.html' title='NEWSFLASH: Congress to Work a 5-Day Week!'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-2837798011145723262</id><published>2006-12-05T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:31:32.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Rudeness Issue</title><content type='html'>Last week I made fun of President Bush (surprise) when he said to Senator-elect Jim Webb, "how's your boy?" and Webb told him that he thought we should be out of Iraq. Of course Bush answered, "That’s not what I asked you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans on tv and in the media began talking about how rude Webb was, and I mentioned how Cheney can flick off all of Congress and yell "fuck you" and no one talks about him being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Webb's son had a "recent brush with death" a few weeks ago and &lt;a href="http://thinkprogress.org/2006/12/05/bush-webb-son/"&gt;Bush was warned&lt;/a&gt; to be sensitive about the issue. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine that you're Webb. Your son is in a war that has no purpose and has been handled poorly from the beginning, he nearly died a week or so ago, and your head-in-the-sand Commander in Chief shoots out a "how's your boy?" with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude? No.  If anything Webb showed a great deal of restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="At"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-2837798011145723262?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/2837798011145723262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=2837798011145723262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2837798011145723262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/2837798011145723262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-rudeness-issue.html' title='Back to the Rudeness Issue'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31073711.post-6852315073457149585</id><published>2006-12-05T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:20:16.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>The show is taking interesting turns, but I'm skeptical....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad glad glad that Eden bit the dust, but a little thrown off about a few things: a) how did Sylar use his powers like that?  b) did Peter stay around the radiation guy a while?  Is that why he's the one who blows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;is the kind of show you just enjoy, and don't really think too much about. I won't be sitting on the edge of my seat until January 22, but I will certainly be watching when it comes back on next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31073711-6852315073457149585?l=immediategraham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/feeds/6852315073457149585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31073711&amp;postID=6852315073457149585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6852315073457149585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31073711/posts/default/6852315073457149585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immediategraham.blogspot.com/2006/12/heroes.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Heroes&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03868338641623321332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4HmPTqPuILk/R4aB1zFt8rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q5c-guERv-0/S220/gd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
