<?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-7652812</id><updated>2011-08-03T19:10:43.837-04:00</updated><category term='sun'/><category term='opposite of generosity'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='begging'/><category term='desperation'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='gum'/><category term='t-shirts'/><category term='sadness for strangers'/><title type='text'>MOLLY REISNER AND HER JOKESPLOSIONS!</title><subtitle type='html'>to all the lords and ladies,

greetings! thanks for coming here to my humble blog. take off your fancy coats and sit for awhile. 

a calendar of upcoming shows is awkwardly placed at the top of the page. I always love when you and YOU and you attend a show. 

it should take you about 4 minutes to read my entire blog. 

if you search for my name on comedy central's website, a page comes up! and redirects you to this site. 

e-mail me at moonwalk718@yahoo.com

smiles,

molly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4411671432453775009</id><published>2010-10-18T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:49:51.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After reading through 3 years worth (aka 17 minutes) of postings here, I feel compelled to start posting again.  Why?  And to that I must fervently type, WHY NOT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog, I have a secret.  I miss you.  I miss you like the rivers miss the rain.  I miss you like my tastebuds miss cheesy nachos now that I apparently have an allergy to cow milk.  So here we are.  I promise to go slow this time and not overwhelm you with all my emotions and energy and excitement!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog,  I have a secret.  I've never stopped loving you.  Sure, I may have started and stopped another blog or two, but you were the first.  The best.  The one I must and will and shall return to.  I promise to never stop loving you.  Unless it makes more sense to start another blog elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GUYS (aka self)!  Heyyyyy.  On a whim, I submitted to be part of New York's Funniest Stand-Up Competish.  I got an audition!  Now I must prepare 2 minutes of jokedy jokes.  It's been fortnights upon fortnights since I've performed so there's a lot for me to do.  Not expecting anything to come of it, but I'm excited/nervous to wield the mic again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love n' panic,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4411671432453775009?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4411671432453775009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4411671432453775009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-in-blog.html' title='Back in Blog!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-224171358039570771</id><published>2009-03-05T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:21:19.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday blog blast</title><content type='html'>Happy 3/5/09 people! There's absolutely nothing special about the date. DON'T READ INTO IT! I already tried. Wait, all the numbers are odd. And if you add the numbers, then double the sum, it's my age. And if today is your birthday, then it IS a special day! To you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less hostile note, hi guys! can you tell i've spent the entire day A to the L to the ONE? I just polished off my signature tri-CH platter: CHips, CHeese, CHocolate. Super yums. When you spend the day by yourself, it's ok to assemble a meal made of snack foods. Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my daily eighty eight year old lady walk in now that it's dark out and I've recently changed into street clothes. Time to see my boo and eat a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love n' superreal hugs,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-224171358039570771?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/224171358039570771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/224171358039570771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-blog-blast.html' title='thursday blog blast'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-682900522612870929</id><published>2009-01-29T14:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:30:25.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a smattering of my favorite foods!</title><content type='html'>hey ganglies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that it's 2009 and all, i figure it's time to reveal some of my favorite foods. the following are food stuffs that often find their way into my paws and, subsequently, into my maw.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the variety of visuals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIB91e2tbI/AAAAAAAAANY/B5lA8yYHHZ0/s1600-h/pop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIB91e2tbI/AAAAAAAAANY/B5lA8yYHHZ0/s200/pop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798273581266354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYICs9GNFnI/AAAAAAAAANg/HZGzT4RShKQ/s1600-h/pop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYICs9GNFnI/AAAAAAAAANg/HZGzT4RShKQ/s200/pop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296799083079210610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   and...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIC5fd8SzI/AAAAAAAAANo/nOlMryicl6U/s1600-h/pop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIC5fd8SzI/AAAAAAAAANo/nOlMryicl6U/s200/pop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296799298464009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oops, i almost forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIDJo8ZXnI/AAAAAAAAANw/HwMkBA6B7lc/s1600-h/pop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIDJo8ZXnI/AAAAAAAAANw/HwMkBA6B7lc/s200/pop4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296799575885569650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "can take or leave popcorn" reisner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-682900522612870929?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/682900522612870929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/682900522612870929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2009/01/smattering-of-my-favorite-foods.html' title='a smattering of my favorite foods!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SYIB91e2tbI/AAAAAAAAANY/B5lA8yYHHZ0/s72-c/pop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5998149628469835592</id><published>2009-01-08T23:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:03:55.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>internet babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't have any real babies in my life, but I am tracking several of them on facebook" - my roommate, Jenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5998149628469835592?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5998149628469835592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5998149628469835592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-babies.html' title='internet babies'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1876968410699518290</id><published>2009-01-08T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:02:16.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zinger #1</title><content type='html'>You know you're getting old when your message t-shirt says "Dance Like You've Never Had Knee Surgery."  And you bought it at Talbots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1876968410699518290?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1876968410699518290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1876968410699518290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2009/01/zinger-1.html' title='zinger #1'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4301605160979350237</id><published>2009-01-07T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:52:09.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER-IT-ISTA</title><content type='html'>note to copywriters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding the suffix 'ista' to create fake nouns is getting real tiresome. examples include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recessionista&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stylista&lt;/span&gt;,  and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;storagista&lt;/span&gt;.  what is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;storagista&lt;/span&gt; you ask? it's someone who stores stuff, probably fiercely and relentlessly.  caught that one on a storage ad on the subway.  here are some other uses that are bound to pop up over the next coupla months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bankruptista - one (most likely a girl or gay man) who has found herself fiercely bankrupt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couch surferista - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one (most likely a girl or gay man) who has found herself fiercely sleeping on the couches of friends, due to recent bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diarrrheaista - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one (most likely a girl or gay man) who has found herself in a continual state of fierce diarrhea, due to stress of current financial state, lactose intolerance or combination of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporista - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one (most likely a girl or gay man) who temps, fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a happy new year note, HAPPY NEW YEAR!  2009. HOLY CRAPPITY!! The new year fills me with equal parts excitement and dread. So much to accomplish, so much pressure to live up to goals.  It's like DO OR DIE time.  I aim to do.  A lot. I hope you stay motivated to inch towards your dreams.  Let's move (slowly) together, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "inchwormin' it to the top" reisner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4301605160979350237?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4301605160979350237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4301605160979350237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-it-ista.html' title='OVER-IT-ISTA'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1571814326619845293</id><published>2008-11-05T21:25:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:57:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in effect</title><content type='html'>hey blog-reading-eyeballs!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lengthy hiatus, i've been busy "living la vida molly" (sorry for being so velveeta city*).  what exactly does "living la vida molly" entail?  fun-keepers and secret-to-life-seekers, please adhere to the following life lesson plan listed below.  follow these steps to achieve your own "living la vida [your name here]"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO WHAT YOU WANT, WANT WHAT YOU DO:&lt;br /&gt;SHORT STEPS TO A LONGER (IN A GOOD WAY) FEELING LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) quit your job asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) disregard the rhythms of the outside working world, it's acceptable to stay in your pjs till 3. or 4:16.  or whenever you want to de-pajamize.  no one has to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) to save money, consider using one of those re-usable menstrual sponges advertised in feminist magazines.  after i considered it, i was like "hell to the no".**  i do not want to deal with wringing that thing every coupla hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) to make money, consider donating genetic material to a loving couple on craigslist so they can create another part-you. you don't have to do it...just give it a good mull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) go to the gym!! it's important to keep up your endurance!!!  if you can't afford the gym, just run real fast around your apartment for 45 minutes, pretend a mouse is chasing you and scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) whew, got kind of exciteable up there.  i'm trying hard to keep the !exclams! at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) sorry, step #6 didn't turn out to be a real step.  it was more of an apology for step #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) and we're back!  to create structure to your day, write down your goals the night before on your wipeyboard.  note to self: go to STAPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) do not forgo your smoked salmon!  Trader Joe's has pretty good stuff for not that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) do what you love and love what you do. that was cheesatron 3000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;a href="http://cdn1.ustream.tv/swf/4/viewer.45.swf?cid=317016"&gt; watch a live stream of puppies playing and slumbering for an hour every day.  it's a reminder to be curious, playful and fall down sleeping whenever you get the urge.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this has given you a lil' glimpse of "what it takes".  good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i just decided that "velveeta city" is a cheesy way to say "that's cheesy".&lt;br /&gt;**i miss cracky whitney houston, where'd she run off to?  bobbi brown makes me sad. he's like totally off celebrity radar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1571814326619845293?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1571814326619845293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1571814326619845293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-effect.html' title='back in effect'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6416262174207480742</id><published>2008-08-15T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:25:36.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby pandas and dealing with loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/51CnDa-Cu2w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/51CnDa-Cu2w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure about other writers and comedians, but I keep a running draft called "master notes" in trusty ol' g-mail.  In it, I transcribe things I wrote hastily on receipts and napkins when a jokesplosion occurs.  Well guess what I just discovered? My master notes file is gone.  It's there.  But the contents are gone!  Goodbye awesome joke about mailing labels that I won't be able to recall exactly what it was about.  Goodbye funny quip about I don't even know what because IT'S GONE.  I'm taking this as a sign that it's time to start anew.  Release the old stuff and reinvent.   Because anything worthwhile remembering I'll remember, right?  Right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the ever playful baby panda, I must keep on rollin' (with a matching black and white ball on a grassy lawn.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6416262174207480742?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6416262174207480742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6416262174207480742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-pandas-and-dealing-with-loss.html' title='baby pandas and dealing with loss'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4191269387034674064</id><published>2008-07-08T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:47:26.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funny quote i needed to write down.</title><content type='html'>"I can't eat food that glistens"&lt;br /&gt;                                -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mom at a vegan Chinese restaurant upon seeing her faux-meat dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4191269387034674064?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4191269387034674064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4191269387034674064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-quote-i-needed-to-write-down.html' title='funny quote i needed to write down.'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2531444792128725097</id><published>2008-06-30T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:36:56.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I need a third opinion, I listen to the voice inside the voice inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2531444792128725097?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2531444792128725097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2531444792128725097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-when-i-need-third-opinion-i.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5588684326290707014</id><published>2008-06-30T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:34:11.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it?</title><content type='html'>I noticed a couple minute disparity between my computer clock and my cel phone clock AND the clock at the laundry shack, which begs the question... WHAT TIME IS IT?  Click the link for official government (creepy) time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy last day o' june,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5588684326290707014?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.gov/timezone.cgi?Eastern/d/-5/java' title='what time is it?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5588684326290707014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5588684326290707014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='what time is it?'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-430956429186244810</id><published>2008-06-27T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:41:03.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>takin' me back to '83</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SGV2JaUU_DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ugCG-kUPDuk/s1600-h/IMG_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SGV2JaUU_DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ugCG-kUPDuk/s200/IMG_2498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705647434071090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a drugstore junkie.  As a little girl, I wandered the aisles of Woolworth inspecting all manner of pen, candy and trapper keeper folder with the same delight I have today at the CVS.  But nothing compares to ol' Woolworth - they had an IN-STORE DINER!!! after a tough half hour of binge-browsing the goods I would saddle up to the counter and order a hot dog, fries and a coke (with crushed ice).  YUM and YUM.  So, to my surprise, I recently discovered Woolworth is alive in Germany (I took this pic in Nuremberg, home of weird Woolworths among other historical sights). But like most things that go international, it's not the same store. Yes, German Woolworths are stuffed with cheap goods.  Yes, the sign looks familiar. But the spirit is gone!  And if you don't have spirit then you don't get my hot dog money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-430956429186244810?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/430956429186244810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/430956429186244810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/takin-me-back-to-83.html' title='takin&apos; me back to &apos;83'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SGV2JaUU_DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ugCG-kUPDuk/s72-c/IMG_2498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5672715136408588926</id><published>2008-06-01T23:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:41:59.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>US Weekly Weekly Ep. 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5sxkt2OA0r8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5sxkt2OA0r8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We turned the light on for this one. Enjoystickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5672715136408588926?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5672715136408588926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5672715136408588926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/us-weekly-weekly-ep-2.html' title='US Weekly Weekly Ep. 2!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3494223218950641267</id><published>2008-05-27T01:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:34:36.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bald celebrities no one would miss but will be on tv until the end of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SDuZqwkXXMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qvdM3n6BgTw/s1600-h/howiemandel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SDuZqwkXXMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qvdM3n6BgTw/s200/howiemandel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204922754227723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet howie! bald, tanned, skeevy soul patch. poor howie has gone through so many bad suits in his life.  please don't start a celebrity endorsed suit line howie! omg, what if he does? he probably has a deal already with macy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if joey's shirt is part of some western costume look or if he's wearing it genuinely. what causes more disturbance is his muscly crafted chest bursting out of his stretchy to the navel shirt. and i can't even talk about the choker. this is not the lovable floppy haired joey i remember from blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SDuZhwkXXLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Li5rT6vCYk/s1600-h/joey_lawrence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SDuZhwkXXLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Li5rT6vCYk/s200/joey_lawrence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204922599608900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to Chew On:&lt;br /&gt;Is Joey Lawrence my generation's Howie Mandel?  When I'm 53, Joey is going to be hosting some insane game show botoxed out of his mind.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will Tivo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3494223218950641267?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3494223218950641267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3494223218950641267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/05/bald-celebrities-no-one-would-miss-but.html' title='bald celebrities no one would miss but will be on tv until the end of time.'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SDuZqwkXXMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qvdM3n6BgTw/s72-c/howiemandel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1436217513722914634</id><published>2008-05-23T02:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:22:33.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New series! Us Weekly Weekly.</title><content type='html'>I have lots of feelings about Us Weekly Magazine.   Here are some of them! &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ec81234137b5cfc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ec81234137b5cfc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334655%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF1428BC45EC69365CD2BA667245D9B5C810D57.752A7F3DCE2B07855CF7D71B6437004C0F791320%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ec81234137b5cfc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhRptWpZWVrpDGPLO-FCO6872VUo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ec81234137b5cfc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334655%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF1428BC45EC69365CD2BA667245D9B5C810D57.752A7F3DCE2B07855CF7D71B6437004C0F791320%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ec81234137b5cfc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhRptWpZWVrpDGPLO-FCO6872VUo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1436217513722914634?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5ec81234137b5cfc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1436217513722914634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1436217513722914634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-series-us-weekly-weekly.html' title='New series! Us Weekly Weekly.'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-898481561249701712</id><published>2008-05-10T22:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:06:39.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>phrase change alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SCZgwOtwQEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VLTduWvsL0w/s1600-h/nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SCZgwOtwQEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VLTduWvsL0w/s200/nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198949201545805890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;instead of saying "hey, i'm gonna go home", try "hey, i'm gonna fly back to my nest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "urban phrase changer/trendsetter of words strung together" reisner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please start using this phrase asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-898481561249701712?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/898481561249701712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/898481561249701712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/05/phrase-change-alert.html' title='phrase change alert!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/SCZgwOtwQEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VLTduWvsL0w/s72-c/nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2861422497745130007</id><published>2008-05-07T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:33:40.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's true! #34</title><content type='html'>welcome to "it's true!", a new series where i let you in on a little something that is totally true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we go...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah, perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true! #34:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what feels exactly like winning the lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the first 33 "it's true"s are all insane arithmetic equations aka 3+5-3=5. i spared you reading about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2861422497745130007?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2861422497745130007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2861422497745130007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-true-34.html' title='it&apos;s true! #34'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2130839339055302237</id><published>2008-03-20T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:32:48.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my mind #6,982</title><content type='html'>living in bustling nyc, i think it's important to stop and smell the laundry exhaust. mmmmm! i love laundry smoke! it's such a homey smell, especially appreciated when you're walking down a dank, wet street.  is that tide mixed with a sheet of bounce i smell? YES IT IS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2130839339055302237?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2130839339055302237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2130839339055302237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-mind-6982.html' title='on my mind #6,982'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5300126213567887079</id><published>2008-03-02T22:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:16:53.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so frickin' yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tqpF3ykQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7TYrA7aKjss/s1600-h/andes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tqpF3ykQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7TYrA7aKjss/s200/andes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173345851148505346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT! if i could marry a food, it would be nachos.   if i could have an affair, it would be with these little nugget buggers. ANDES CANDIES!!!! they've wormed their shiny green wrappers into my hands, and into my heart. and into my squishers (aka love handles).  got a box of these last week, can't seem to eat less than seven at a pop.  they're so GD good. minty mint chocolate, mmmmmm!  my only gripe is that they don't make them bigger. it's 2008! can't they manufacture a normal candy bar size already?  then i'd only have to unwrap one much larger shiny green wrapper, instead of seven. i used to eat these when i was  little too, man, andes and i go way back. i love memory foods.  and i love creating new memories involving food. food + molly = being alive and ENJOYING it. i know i sound crazed in this post, that's what food love does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace n' andes n' nachos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5300126213567887079?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5300126213567887079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5300126213567887079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-frickin-yummy.html' title='so frickin&apos; yummy'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tqpF3ykQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7TYrA7aKjss/s72-c/andes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-9064953027945754630</id><published>2008-03-02T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:00:37.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kmart/astor place fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tpyl3ykPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aLklN9G5v_8/s1600-h/logo_kmart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tpyl3ykPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aLklN9G5v_8/s200/logo_kmart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173344914845634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the kmart today wishing i was in target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guys, kmart's trying! their aisles teem with martha stewart goods - periwinkle towels, shell soap holders, linen napkins.  but let's face it.  martha ain't no isaac (mizrahi).  they even had a DVF (diane von furstenburg) like dress in their women's clothing area, but it made me sad.  like in 6th grade when debbie wore a coca-cola branded rugby shirt instead of the uber-fashionable blue or green benetton rugby.  i'm not proud to say that my friends and i snickered at her rugby. we snickered hard.  back to 2008. to sum up,  the kmart dress was like a knock off of target's DVF knock-offs. kmart's just not cool enough to have a straight up knock-off of DVF, but they're trying! and the trying is what saddens me, but that's my own issue.  i left kmart with 2 sets of martha stewart pillowcases (200 count, y'all! but who's counting? HA HA!) and increased american pride at having shopped at an old-school retailer trying to remain relevant in these target-heady times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading if you read this which i guess you did if you're reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;crazy aunt molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-9064953027945754630?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/9064953027945754630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/9064953027945754630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/kmartastor-place-fantasy.html' title='kmart/astor place fantasy'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R8tpyl3ykPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aLklN9G5v_8/s72-c/logo_kmart.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3804854365733501826</id><published>2008-01-25T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:31:37.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 - Reflections!</title><content type='html'>As I look back on 2008, I can't help but feel nostalgic for all the memories I've accrued this year.  Spending time with loved ones and perfecting my hard-boiled egg  to name two!  Time feels so compressed, do you know what I mean?  It's weird, but New Year's eve feels like it was only 25 days ago!  In my last post, I made some pretty big resolutions, and I can safely say I've moderately achieved at most one to two.  There's not much time left in the year, but I do hope to keep my eye on the ball and really nail some of the harder goals I've set for myself.  For me, personally, 2008 has been about reaching, reaching and REACHING some more! Thank goodess my arms are long!!!  And THANK YOU, Dear Reader, for "filling up my tank" with your energy and wisdom (which I can only guess at as you are not very forthcoming comment leavers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a wonderful homestretch for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and i'm rooting for you,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3804854365733501826?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3804854365733501826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3804854365733501826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-reflections.html' title='2008 - Reflections!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5696074837755371176</id><published>2007-12-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:55:18.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey gang! (hey me!) i'm headed to deutscheland aka germany aka land of few jews tonight!  excited to increase the jewish population in the town i'll be visiting, augsburg.  it's going to be absolutely freezing there, so am looking forward to warming up with lots of delicious pints.  a happy new year to you, dearest reader!  some '08 rezzies from the top of my head without really thinking too much about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) finish screenplay and make sure it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;2) continue to enjoy nachos, and cheese in general&lt;br /&gt;3) cut down on dilly-dallying but ok to dilly-dally a little&lt;br /&gt;4) advance to hard on guitar hero&lt;br /&gt;5) write more jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got like 47 more probably but this is a good start, right? right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya,&lt;br /&gt;mol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5696074837755371176?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5696074837755371176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5696074837755371176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-gang-hey-me-im-headed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7130373682965999037</id><published>2007-12-25T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:59:04.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is disconcerting to switch seats on the plane because of balance concerns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7130373682965999037?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7130373682965999037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7130373682965999037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-disconcerting-to-switch-seats-on.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2300517169601782791</id><published>2007-12-16T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:49:11.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperation'/><title type='text'>e-mail to the sun</title><content type='html'>dear sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you? i haven't seen you in awhile and just wanted to check in to make sure everything's alright.  i heard through matt you've been chilling at home a lot. you have got to come out tomorrow dude!  the gang misses you. sure, a couple people were pissed this summer when things got intense with your rays. but everyone's cool now (except for dave, but he's a douche).   ANYWAY, i don't want to beg or nothing like that. any time you are in the mood to hang, party, whatevs - i am game. god, i miss you. i miss the way you dapple my face. i miss those crazy shadows you make. but most of all, i miss your irrepressible cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. call me when u get this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2300517169601782791?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2300517169601782791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2300517169601782791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-mail-to-sun.html' title='e-mail to the sun'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-154117863633753719</id><published>2007-12-14T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:34:53.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new phrase alert!!</title><content type='html'>just decided (like 4 minutes ago, it's so fresh!!) to start saying "i have the milds" for guys i sorta like who aren't that cute.   so far no one falls into this category but i'm itchin' to get a  lo-grade crush! just so i can honestly use this newly minted phrase. i guess you could also say "i have the mediums" but i dig the word mild better, i think. hmmmm, now i'm on the fence - milds or mediums?  PANEL DISCUSH! what do you think, dear reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hearty and healthy shabbat shalom to my jewish readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "divisive shout-out" reisner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-154117863633753719?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/154117863633753719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/154117863633753719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-phrase-alert.html' title='new phrase alert!!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4280234923755474340</id><published>2007-12-06T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:51:18.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no one cares about this but yours trules...</title><content type='html'>i went to TEKSERVE  today to drop off my drool-infested macbook.  maybe i need to get out of the 718 more, every time i head into "the city" these days it feels like a large journey. i pack beef jerky. a peanut butter granola bar. and a canister of water!  it's 1843! not to get off topic but where can I purchase a big-wheeled covered wagon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at TEKSERVE.  They are so honest there.  As soon as I get in the door,  the gentleman who hands out tickets alerts me it's going take at least 45 mins. I got time. Because I don't work in an office anymore! I'm waiting and waiting, crack open a book and read intently but am secretly waiting and then at times overtly eavesdropping...and then I wait some more.  I see two cute shaggy guys who emit this really friendly aura.  We keep making eye contact and they seem stoned.    One of them says "Should we get Rick?".  I casually look around and see:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R1iiCNcWM_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ukzsFX6xlYU/s1600-h/ric20ocasek2016mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R1iiCNcWM_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ukzsFX6xlYU/s200/ric20ocasek2016mu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141037133495415794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweeet! It's Ric!!! Ric Ocasek.  He looks exactly like this, except a little older.  Dangling earring, black jeans, black shaggy/spiky hair, sunglasses.  He is so frigging cool.  The Cars rock.  Ric shambled around the store, waiting with all of us waiters.   He was toting a black computer, natch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate your lyrics to you Ric - and to those 2 friendly cute guys who are Ric's posse.&lt;br /&gt;And to the staff at TEKSERVE.  Thanks for not making me feel embarassed for drooling into my spacebar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna tell you when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna tell you things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna drive you home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna pick you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna hang it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna pay attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna plug their ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna drive you home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna hold you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's gonna come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4280234923755474340?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4280234923755474340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4280234923755474340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-one-cares-about-this-but-yours.html' title='no one cares about this but yours trules...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/R1iiCNcWM_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ukzsFX6xlYU/s72-c/ric20ocasek2016mu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4030231400218071541</id><published>2007-12-03T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T02:10:09.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tip #9,074</title><content type='html'>When you're brushing your teeth whilst hovering over laptop, and a little bit of toothpaste drool escapes from your gaping mouth and seeps into your spacebar and you don't think too much about it...THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT IT!  I ruined my keyboard in a similar (exact) fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool + Keyboard = A funny moment that later turns into several moments of self-loathing and despair followed by an uncomfortable call to Tekserve topped off by a prayer to G-d to please fix spacebar and y,h,n letters and the +/= button too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me that hopes G-d is reading my blog. Like, for reals.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4030231400218071541?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4030231400218071541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4030231400218071541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/12/tip-9074.html' title='tip #9,074'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2811350770844473974</id><published>2007-11-13T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:26:51.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cute bordering on i can't take it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RznbP5yDGCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i7V734sxo1c/s1600-h/funny-kittens.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RznbP5yDGCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i7V734sxo1c/s200/funny-kittens.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132374316620650530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't tell if these kittens were sedated so they'd stay in their mugs or WHAT but i think the photogs truly captured the essence of what makes kittens so GD adorable! GRRRYAYAYYAAAWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 'm going to cafe press the shit outta this. kittens in mugs ON A MUG!  check back soon for product links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2811350770844473974?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2811350770844473974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2811350770844473974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/11/cute-bordering-on-i-cant-take-it.html' title='cute bordering on i can&apos;t take it'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RznbP5yDGCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i7V734sxo1c/s72-c/funny-kittens.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1752600314941283816</id><published>2007-11-09T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:34:16.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>info on my burgeoning career!</title><content type='html'>Do you know why my hands need to stay looking young or at least moisturized?  Because i am inching my way up the hand model industry pole! i haven't formally announced anything yet because it's still all new, but i am breaking into the biz...i guess my hands are unstoppable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we take a look? let's!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUsy5yDGBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i8V2FBl-NEU/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUsy5yDGBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i8V2FBl-NEU/s200/Photo+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131056603474368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                  my most lucrative hand modeling gig to date! photo still used in razr cell phone tv spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUsBpyDGAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bnJ3_YAmRpU/s1600-h/Photo+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUsBpyDGAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bnJ3_YAmRpU/s200/Photo+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131055757365811202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              hands/head shot - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now, most hands models don't usually have this                                                             kind of pic (including the face) , they usually just do the                                                                     hands.  a lot of clients really just like my kooky look, i guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUrlpyDF_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P1DJWqd6w4o/s1600-h/Photo+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUrlpyDF_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P1DJWqd6w4o/s200/Photo+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131055276329474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thumb photo- will be used in a sign language photo-instructional manual. it's a one-gesture joke amongst many sign language users. the above photo means,  "i wish you could hear me, because my hands are getting tired!" in sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUrBZyDF-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/49qbKQIKqlo/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUrBZyDF-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/49qbKQIKqlo/s200/Photo+92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131054653559216098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                sideview, spreaded fingers - hand will be photoshopped into a TGIFridays print ad for their new item, "Curiously Lumpy But I'll Eat 'Em Anyway Chicken Littles".  It will look like I'm grabbing for a handful of delicious TGIF food!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUqxJyDF9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AJY6Hg6gOkM/s1600-h/Photo+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUqxJyDF9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AJY6Hg6gOkM/s200/Photo+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131054374386341842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly,                                                                               the "headshot" for my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if next time you see me and my paws are encased in lotion-lined gloves, please don't be po'd if i can't take my gloves off during dinners out.  my hands now need to be in a constant state of lotion-absorption. it's crazy!  but i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sharing my interest in my new career,&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1752600314941283816?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1752600314941283816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1752600314941283816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/11/info-on-my-burgeoning-career.html' title='info on my burgeoning career!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RzUsy5yDGBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i8V2FBl-NEU/s72-c/Photo+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7700676490055897073</id><published>2007-11-06T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:39:11.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>b-washed by the googs</title><content type='html'>i think i'm spending too much time ADD'ing out on the internet.  whenever a question pops into my brain that i can't answer on my own (which is most of the time), i lunge towards google. so now, when i'm in a real conversation with someone, like face2face, and they ask me something...i literally fake google the query into a search box in my brain. the problem with this method is...no links. nothin' comes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a lone image of nachos, circa 1986:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ry_9jk0nuMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J65-6vQActQ/s1600-h/nachos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ry_9jk0nuMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J65-6vQActQ/s200/nachos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129597288219916482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7700676490055897073?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7700676490055897073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7700676490055897073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/11/b-washed-by-googs.html' title='b-washed by the googs'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ry_9jk0nuMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J65-6vQActQ/s72-c/nachos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6023451545694707975</id><published>2007-10-29T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:57:36.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZywDt6qcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oQ8gZdwTXUk/s1600-h/hairdye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZywDt6qcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oQ8gZdwTXUk/s200/hairdye2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126911395765070274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZysDt6qbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YX6kUml87bE/s1600-h/hairdye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZysDt6qbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YX6kUml87bE/s200/hairdye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126911327045593522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a convincing lie is to tell someone you are a model for hair dye boxes.  these are some ways to make it believable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) KNOW YOUR BRANDS - don't mix-up your garniers with your clairols with your loreals.  look smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) KNOW THE NAME OF THE DYE YOU MODELED - is it chardonnay or ginger ale? be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)IF YOU GET CAUGHT - act like you were joking the                                                                            whole time. besides, who lies about being a hair dye                                                                             box model?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZv4zt6qaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Im9UmInu1gY/s1600-h/haircolorbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZv4zt6qaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Im9UmInu1gY/s200/haircolorbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126908247554042274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6023451545694707975?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6023451545694707975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6023451545694707975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/10/convincing-lie-is-to-tell-someone-you.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RyZywDt6qcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oQ8gZdwTXUk/s72-c/hairdye2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-199483954531873189</id><published>2007-10-15T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:27:52.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tip #3,689</title><content type='html'>next time you eat beets, put a post-it note on the bathroom mirror that says "you ate beets!"  when you pee pink, just refer to post-it for reason.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RxPouF31xrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ql1AtQpEybo/s1600-h/beets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RxPouF31xrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ql1AtQpEybo/s200/beets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121693079798400690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-199483954531873189?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/199483954531873189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/199483954531873189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/10/tip-3689.html' title='tip #3,689'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RxPouF31xrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ql1AtQpEybo/s72-c/beets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3338622363967307241</id><published>2007-10-04T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:34:00.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOLKS! hey. what is UP? lay it on me. GUYS!!! i'm back in town. i was away for a coupla weeks, speeding in a gold ford taurus up the west coast of america. may i share some moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWbkoBIP6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2PNqUabuk8I/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWbkoBIP6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2PNqUabuk8I/s200/IMG_2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117667605096185762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you'll have to crane your neck a bit to catch this doozy! i found this outfit to be the coziest for driving 1,700 miles.  wore it every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just turn your monitor on its side to get a lookie at this elegant toilette at the famous madonna inn, just a couple miles south of san luis obispo! google madonna inn to check out their nutty rooms!  sorry, links are hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWcq4BIP8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oyjJFRcLOmU/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWcq4BIP8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oyjJFRcLOmU/s200/IMG_2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117668811981995970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWdaIBIP9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFFSGkQgdoo/s1600-h/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWdaIBIP9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFFSGkQgdoo/s200/IMG_2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669623730814930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa and molly in front of wads of ABC gum in BUBBLEGUM ALLEY! in the heart of san luis obispo.  that alley was so goofy and wacky yet loveable too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the views along big sur were SICK! they were so sweet. ohmaga!  seriously, if you're ever feeling like there is no beauty left in the world, go to big sur and sture. i mean, stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWeaIBIP-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LfhdqajDgN8/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWeaIBIP-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LfhdqajDgN8/s200/IMG_2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117670723242442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWf3YBIQAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-eLnEzaGERk/s1600-h/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWf3YBIQAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-eLnEzaGERk/s200/IMG_2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117672325265244162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another monitor-turner. the mind boggles and the heart quickens when around the magnificent redwoods.  i found the r-woods to be magical and slightly creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my slideshow! lots of other photos were taken, as well.  apologies for my circa 1874 blogging skills.  it's cool to be back in the 718, but i do miss the freedom of the open road, as experienced inside my gold ford taurus rental, with gps system.  i'll be back west coast! oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love n' fluff n' nutters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3338622363967307241?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3338622363967307241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3338622363967307241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/10/folks-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RwWbkoBIP6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2PNqUabuk8I/s72-c/IMG_2003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3553389983643533954</id><published>2007-08-28T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:50:06.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>total update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RtTrdWBJASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fIs-fhB8C-A/s1600-h/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RtTrdWBJASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fIs-fhB8C-A/s200/IMG_1942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103963167076712738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; greetings readershipmates!  sorry it's been so long - there have been lots of changes in ol' molly's L.I.F.E.   above is a photo from a celebratory solo dance I partook in on my birthday, whereby I danced very sensually, alone, in front of a mirror.  It was an intense and private moment, which I thought I would share with you.  Also, I quit my job and will be spending most of my free time blogging for this site.  Just kidding!  I did quit my job though, which is totally weird and freakcrazy, but as humans sometimes say "IT'S ALL GOOD." Really, it is, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "where my cube at?" reisner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3553389983643533954?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3553389983643533954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3553389983643533954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/08/total-update.html' title='total update'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RtTrdWBJASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fIs-fhB8C-A/s72-c/IMG_1942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7199875655721324560</id><published>2007-08-06T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:54:31.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly turning into a '78 muppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RrfCuH2KgtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eA_ZXO3TPVk/s1600-h/Photo+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RrfCuH2KgtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eA_ZXO3TPVk/s200/Photo+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095755601029006034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too shaggy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7199875655721324560?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7199875655721324560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7199875655721324560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/08/slowly-turning-into-78-muppet.html' title='slowly turning into a &apos;78 muppet'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RrfCuH2KgtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eA_ZXO3TPVk/s72-c/Photo+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-8485844239465439854</id><published>2007-07-24T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:55:17.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqZX232KgsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qptt5B-TWns/s1600-h/nightgown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqZX232KgsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qptt5B-TWns/s200/nightgown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090853029004608194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;used to looove wearing these n-gowns when i was a little girl. just found out they come in adult sizes too, which depresses me. should be getting mine in a couple days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-8485844239465439854?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8485844239465439854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8485844239465439854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/07/used-to-looove-wearing-these-n-gowns.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqZX232KgsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qptt5B-TWns/s72-c/nightgown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6093898400665039154</id><published>2007-07-21T17:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:36:12.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>self-portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ7DX2KgrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/24Q64z-pwhU/s1600-h/Photo+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ7DX2KgrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/24Q64z-pwhU/s200/Photo+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089765826753102514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ65H2KgqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7GJIGKIJLq0/s1600-h/Photo+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ65H2KgqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7GJIGKIJLq0/s200/Photo+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089765650659443362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ6vn2KgpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ut343N4FQfU/s1600-h/Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ6vn2KgpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ut343N4FQfU/s200/Photo+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089765487450686098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ6fH2KgoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m5JLT3BGw3k/s1600-h/Photo+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ6fH2KgoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m5JLT3BGw3k/s200/Photo+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089765203982844546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture booth + molly =each and every tuesday night from 8pm-12am.&lt;br /&gt;is that vain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6093898400665039154?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6093898400665039154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6093898400665039154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-portraits.html' title='self-portraits'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RqJ7DX2KgrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/24Q64z-pwhU/s72-c/Photo+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1106913117432433160</id><published>2007-07-13T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:33:13.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of two cities, with the same high profile name</title><content type='html'>after yahoo'ing (i yahoo when i want to be retro-search-engine-ing) the weather in chicago, yahoo asked me if i meant chicago, illinois or chicago, wisconsin. and i was all "yahoo! of course, illinois." which then spurred a yahoo weather search of all major u.s. cities - how many new yorks are there? well, one if you ask me. TEN if you ask yahoo. does anyone really want to know the temperature in new york, georgia? i guess the people who live there do. i'd like to rename all the los angeles, texases and cleveland, tennessee's out there.  i'm embarassed for these towns.  they must feel so overshadowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a weird topic, but thanks for sticking through readership!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the real )windy city bound,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1106913117432433160?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1106913117432433160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1106913117432433160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/07/tale-of-two-cities-with-same-high.html' title='a tale of two cities, with the same high profile name'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-71457211283704651</id><published>2007-07-09T11:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:35:23.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 de julio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/kGJNQSCI3Fg" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/kGJNQSCI3Fg" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is what automatically happens when you put Britney's "Hit Me Baby" on the ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-71457211283704651?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/71457211283704651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/71457211283704651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-de-julio.html' title='4 de julio'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3632324798442172905</id><published>2007-07-05T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:56:21.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>indoor fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ro0FxAs8n9I/AAAAAAAAADs/jskLV4TjNDg/s1600-h/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ro0FxAs8n9I/AAAAAAAAADs/jskLV4TjNDg/s200/Fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083725893931409362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone had a BLAST on July 4th!!! The above picture was taken last night  from inside my living room.  I bought some f-works from 'South of the Border' during my Teen Tour back in '87, and decided to finally test them out in my apartment.  Pretty beautiful, right? I'm a little 3rd degree burned but totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3632324798442172905?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3632324798442172905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3632324798442172905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope-everyone-had-blast-on-july-4th.html' title='indoor fireworks'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Ro0FxAs8n9I/AAAAAAAAADs/jskLV4TjNDg/s72-c/Fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5425924576536665470</id><published>2007-06-23T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:50:50.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh guys, it's...</title><content type='html'>INSTIGATING AWKWARD MOMENTS  NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I plan to make one or more people slightly uncomfortable with a delicate combination of invasive questioning and aggressive humor. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5425924576536665470?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5425924576536665470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5425924576536665470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/uh-oh-guys-its.html' title='uh oh guys, it&apos;s...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4599175621624787733</id><published>2007-06-23T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:47:11.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my new pick-up line!</title><content type='html'>"Do you want to head back to my place and fill out my dress with a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only works if your'e wearing one of those maternity-lite dresses that make you wonder if she is or isn't "you know what".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4599175621624787733?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4599175621624787733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4599175621624787733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-pick-up-line.html' title='my new pick-up line!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6707738847384159214</id><published>2007-06-21T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:12:24.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potpourri sentence of the day</title><content type='html'>My roomate Jenn said the best sentence of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The old chinese man seemed very concerned that I didn't have a napkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a real  "you had to be there moment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'night,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6707738847384159214?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6707738847384159214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6707738847384159214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/potpourri-sentence-of-day.html' title='potpourri sentence of the day'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-8037401233000855540</id><published>2007-06-20T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:26:25.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mtv spot y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/666339/mtv.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the re-cut version of Vagina Etiquette on MTV's Short Cirtcuitz show Thursday, June 21 @ 10:30pm on your TV! It's also here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly "keepin' it proper" reisner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-8037401233000855540?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8037401233000855540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8037401233000855540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/mtv-spot-yall.html' title='mtv spot y&apos;all'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-480764001285872110</id><published>2007-06-14T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:34:38.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness for strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><title type='text'>please don't wear message shirts that make me sad for you</title><content type='html'>i saw a girl on the train today wearing a shirt that said "overexposed" and i was like "are you? because i've never seen your face before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other message t-shirts that are depressing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i survived the holocaust!&lt;br /&gt;- homeless people do it better.&lt;br /&gt;- ithaca is gorges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday fanbase! and a special shout-out to my manbase (my male fans i can only assume i have. hi dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;british lurrrrve,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-480764001285872110?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/480764001285872110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/480764001285872110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-dont-wear-message-shirts-that_14.html' title='please don&apos;t wear message shirts that make me sad for you'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2119859326756548668</id><published>2007-06-13T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:49:34.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a complete lie or failure to achieve goal OR a pretty funny joke if intended as such - click on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2119859326756548668?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogathon.blogspot.com/' title='a complete lie or failure to achieve goal OR a pretty funny joke if intended as such - click on me'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2119859326756548668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2119859326756548668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-this-joke-click-on-me.html' title='a complete lie or failure to achieve goal OR a pretty funny joke if intended as such - click on me'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7340044385324069758</id><published>2007-06-13T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:43:59.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>your lucky june 13th awaits you in the below triple post!</title><content type='html'>so guys - this is my 3rd post today. I'VE NEVER POSTED THIS MUCH IN MY LIFE!  if you're an avid mollyreisner.blogspot reader such as myself, then you understand that blogging happens so preciously little.  i've decided to give my readers a gift today...enjoy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love (though i don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much to give),&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7340044385324069758?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7340044385324069758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7340044385324069758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-lucky-june-13th-awaits-you-in.html' title='your lucky june 13th awaits you in the below triple post!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1852754519344408443</id><published>2007-06-13T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:37:02.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time for real time thoughts! that just happened! like, now!!</title><content type='html'>guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just took a big whiff of my hair and stated to my living room  "I'm glad I'm clean!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be honest...i can take it.  in small amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love n' stuff,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1852754519344408443?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1852754519344408443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1852754519344408443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-time-for-real-time-thoughts-that.html' title='it&apos;s time for real time thoughts! that just happened! like, now!!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3775419528249456363</id><published>2007-06-13T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:56:31.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TATER POTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RnAsTOOS2VI/AAAAAAAAADk/96UnDiD5D_s/s1600-h/taterpots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RnAsTOOS2VI/AAAAAAAAADk/96UnDiD5D_s/s200/taterpots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075605488793737554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;perfect for growing your favorite herb.&lt;br /&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tater pot with that "you know what I'M growing" wink is my favorite. Yeah, i KNOW what you're growin' tater! it looks like basil or maybe mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tater pot with the open smile just diarreahed and feels incredible relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tater pot with the yellow legs is depressed but trying to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;tater pots!&lt;br /&gt;let's be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3775419528249456363?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3775419528249456363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3775419528249456363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/tater-pots.html' title='TATER POTS!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RnAsTOOS2VI/AAAAAAAAADk/96UnDiD5D_s/s72-c/taterpots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2499758217777626970</id><published>2007-06-10T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:00:12.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opposite of generosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><title type='text'>reluctant gum-giving: a photo series</title><content type='html'>these are all the various stages of reluctance i go through when i give away my last piece of gum. i try to keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2HuOS2PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EfmjLhPSmQo/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2HuOS2PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EfmjLhPSmQo/s200/IMG_1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074631123923032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2beOS2QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/frL3VC_AObI/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2beOS2QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/frL3VC_AObI/s200/IMG_1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074631463225448706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy3EOOS2SI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4n8WNGsa3A/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy3EOOS2SI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4n8WNGsa3A/s200/IMG_1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074632163305117986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2zeOS2RI/AAAAAAAAADE/U4Ob7DzQJ60/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2zeOS2RI/AAAAAAAAADE/U4Ob7DzQJ60/s200/IMG_1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074631875542309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy3b-OS2TI/AAAAAAAAADU/d34qhcosWYY/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy3b-OS2TI/AAAAAAAAADU/d34qhcosWYY/s200/IMG_1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074632571327011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2499758217777626970?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2499758217777626970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2499758217777626970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/06/reluctant-gum-giving-photo-series.html' title='reluctant gum-giving: a photo series'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rmy2HuOS2PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EfmjLhPSmQo/s72-c/IMG_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-23875940608370140</id><published>2007-05-24T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:34:50.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new website!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RlYB01cnnZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7LabMVqNpUc/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RlYB01cnnZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7LabMVqNpUc/s200/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068240437864013202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're like me, A BLUE SKY THINKER, you probably have a running list of amazing ideas such as figuring out a way to make your favorite foods float around you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're like me, SOMEONE WITH MEDIOCRE TO POOR FOLLOW-THROUGH, then you probably don't do much to make those ideas a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check out my new website: www.someoneelsedothis.com where I will post my ideas for a productive person to seize upon!  Problem is I need someone else to create this website for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-23875940608370140?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/23875940608370140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/23875940608370140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-website.html' title='new website!!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RlYB01cnnZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7LabMVqNpUc/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6068744278670213148</id><published>2007-05-06T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:44.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an open letter to honeybees (everywhere)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=10965&amp;rendTypeId=4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=10965&amp;rendTypeId=4" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear honeybees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where ya at? i read on the cnn.com that you guys are playing a global game of "we're disappearing at an alarmingly rapid rate with no explanation why." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back! we need you.  and not just for the selfish reasons of wanting you to pollinate flowers and plants so we can continue eating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wmconnolley.org.uk/diary/2005/06/DSCN3218-honey-spiral_crop_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.wmconnolley.org.uk/diary/2005/06/DSCN3218-honey-spiral_crop_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.industryplayer.com/images/licrespic/Vegetables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.industryplayer.com/images/licrespic/Vegetables.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT IN GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.valueflora.com/ccp51/media/images/product_category/fruit_exotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.valueflora.com/ccp51/media/images/product_category/fruit_exotic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL KINDS O' NUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nutofthemonthclub.com/images/mixednutl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nutofthemonthclub.com/images/mixednutl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss your "can-do" personality that subsequently allows us to eat apples, nuts, avocados, soybeans, asparagus, broccoli, celery, squash, cucumbers, citrus fruit, peaches, kiwi, cherries, blueberries, cranberries, strawberries, cantaloupe and other melons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you honeybees!  you're a true talent, especially at the "providing food for humans" thang! we will never take you for granted again (until we find a way to create these foods without your help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've organized a welcome back pollinating party for when you return! free honeybee-sized ipods for you too! music really helps the honeybee work-a-day go much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, no need to be embarrassed about your sudden disappearance.  if it was a heroine bender or whatever, we are here for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love and need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6068744278670213148?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/05/03/honeybees.dying.ap/index.html' title='an open letter to honeybees (everywhere)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6068744278670213148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6068744278670213148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/05/open-letter-to-honeybees-everywhere.html' title='an open letter to honeybees (everywhere)'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2185110191398377553</id><published>2007-04-18T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:48:03.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>april 17 - the highs and the lows</title><content type='html'>i'm not even gonna introduce it. oh no! i think i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heckles be jeckles! let me get a little more formal then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(violently clears throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlegayfolk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here below it is my pleasure to share with you the below record-breaking all-time best and worst moments of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST: having a liberating "i can change my life if i want to!" kind of feeling for a couple hours in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST: being paralyzed by a "I can change my life if i want to."  kind of feeling for a couple hours in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams readership!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2185110191398377553?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2185110191398377553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2185110191398377553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-even-gonna-introduce-it.html' title='april 17 - the highs and the lows'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-8171169117649917502</id><published>2007-04-15T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:16:03.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's blowing into town?</title><content type='html'>my old buddy- THE NOR'EASTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be. Nor'Easter might lift up your body and slam it into a tree, but she doesn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooooooor'Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-no-don't-blow-me-into-a-treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are frightened by Nor'Easter I've set up a shelter at my home. Provisions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero (2 player)&lt;br /&gt;Homeade popcorn&lt;br /&gt;A  viewing of Britney Spears' debut film, Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute updates of Noreastie&lt;br /&gt;Spotty internet access&lt;br /&gt;A viewing of Britney Spears last HBO special&lt;br /&gt;Pure fear&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-8171169117649917502?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8171169117649917502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8171169117649917502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-whos-blowing-into-town.html' title='guess who&apos;s blowing into town?'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-8828581444530324903</id><published>2007-03-30T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:49:41.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rg0yEkjOxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H3KBju_Y2iY/s1600-h/ps2-guitar-hero-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rg0yEkjOxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H3KBju_Y2iY/s320/ps2-guitar-hero-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047745811464504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking News...guess who won Guitar Hero II on MEDIUM!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a harrowing, passionate rendition of Free Bird that launched me into Guitar Hero status. Now I can legitimately offer guitar (hero) lessons if I'm ever down n' out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-8828581444530324903?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8828581444530324903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8828581444530324903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/03/breaking-news.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/Rg0yEkjOxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H3KBju_Y2iY/s72-c/ps2-guitar-hero-bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-3363620178868220982</id><published>2007-03-20T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:44:54.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>it's march 20th!</title><content type='html'>it's so hard to find up to the minute celeb news. between tmz, perez and pink - i just don't feel like i'm covering all my bases.  thank g-d i subscribe to us weekly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best moment today: eating 2 desserts, both chocolate, spaced about 2 hours apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst moment today: hmmm...it was a really good day. maybe...nope. okay, if i HAD to pick one then it'd be putting my cat to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me (aka molldred (my full name) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-3363620178868220982?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3363620178868220982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/3363620178868220982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-march-20th.html' title='it&apos;s march 20th!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7761221854935939035</id><published>2007-03-09T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:15:17.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no events scheduled</title><content type='html'>hey fans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda lame i have no shows booked. if you miss my jokes, i've started a 1-900 number where you can here me LIVE tell you a special joke. Choose from such topics as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dating&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;pillows suffocating you&lt;br /&gt;being jewish&lt;br /&gt;weed&lt;br /&gt;the alphabet...AND SO MUCH MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-900-mol-jokes.  It's 24 hugs a minute. You have to hug me (like you mean it) 24 times for every 60 seconds of joke telling I deliver. I want to hear my special 1-900 phone ding-a-ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7761221854935939035?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7761221854935939035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7761221854935939035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-events-scheduled.html' title='no events scheduled'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5185948282102624293</id><published>2007-03-09T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:08:05.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3,000 visitors!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my sitemeter says I am 2 people away from having 3k visitors to ye olde blog. WOW!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on readin',&lt;br /&gt;love not luv,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2800 are from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5185948282102624293?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5185948282102624293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5185948282102624293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/03/3000-visitors.html' title='3,000 visitors!!!!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-814539618923945588</id><published>2007-03-04T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:49:12.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar heroine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/ReuRS4OJFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/c4qVZnvbMLo/s1600-h/gh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/ReuRS4OJFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/c4qVZnvbMLo/s320/gh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038280361659405954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having trouble getting a hold of me, it's because I have this really big gig in Detroit Rock City and need to practice a sh*tload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Judy Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, guys, I am turning into a 13 yo boy. I bought a PS2 just for guitar hero. No jo-joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upside: My air guitar is so on point these days as a result.&lt;br /&gt;downside: nothing forseeable. maybe the streaming fretboard of colored notes constantly running  through my mind as I try to fall asleep. A smidge of carpal tunnels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-814539618923945588?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/814539618923945588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/814539618923945588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/03/guitar-heroine.html' title='guitar heroine'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/ReuRS4OJFoI/AAAAAAAAABo/c4qVZnvbMLo/s72-c/gh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-2494256473820977021</id><published>2007-02-13T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:44:25.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tags: woodwork, coming out of, secret, love, molly, terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RdJTWj00GAI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovbFZPRADuE/s1600-h/Photo+90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RdJTWj00GAI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovbFZPRADuE/s320/Photo+90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031175380765251586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are scared to let me know you are harboring a deep, secret crush on me - i just wanted to take the time to let you know that it's cool and if you are feeling shy or whatever - that's cool but i would love to know who you are...and you know who you are...and v-day is right around the corner and wouldn't this be the perf time to reveal your paralyzing, soul-obsessed crush on yours truly? seriously, feel free to e-mail with the blow-by-blow account of how much you adore me and i promise a personal response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it weird to constantly refer to oneself as "yours truly"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are harboring terrorists and NOT secret crushes on Yours Truly, please do not fill me in on the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are harboring both - let's talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. see above for what i look like in case you forgot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-2494256473820977021?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2494256473820977021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/2494256473820977021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/02/tags-woodwork-coming-out-of-secret-love.html' title='tags: woodwork, coming out of, secret, love, molly, terrorists'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RdJTWj00GAI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovbFZPRADuE/s72-c/Photo+90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-150403110521859456</id><published>2007-01-26T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:52:15.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let 'em know where you stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RboiQCc9KLI/AAAAAAAAABI/WmC5Xkj2qkM/s1600-h/vans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RboiQCc9KLI/AAAAAAAAABI/WmC5Xkj2qkM/s320/vans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024365993216780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;above please find the latest pattern from Vans.  are you pro-leaf pattern or anti? don't believe all those jokers who say this is the gateway shoe.  i might need to get a pair, ya know, for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-150403110521859456?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/150403110521859456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/150403110521859456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-em-know-where-you-stand.html' title='let &apos;em know where you stand'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RboiQCc9KLI/AAAAAAAAABI/WmC5Xkj2qkM/s72-c/vans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1641720429831838642</id><published>2007-01-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:52:20.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZ1nxkhTDII/AAAAAAAAAA8/R-B2KUI_CPI/s1600-h/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZ1nxkhTDII/AAAAAAAAAA8/R-B2KUI_CPI/s320/joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016279661275188354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish Trader Joe's was like an old-timey trading post where you could bring in anything for a trade.  Below are some comparable trades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Gin Blossom's CD (unscratched!!) = bag of TJ walnuts&lt;br /&gt;4 batik wall hangings (circa 1995) = bar of tea tree oil soap&lt;br /&gt;1 J. Crew hunter green anorak (circa 1988) = bottle of TJ special reserve merlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I guess I could just donate the stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1641720429831838642?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1641720429831838642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1641720429831838642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-trader-joes-was-like-old-timey.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZ1nxkhTDII/AAAAAAAAAA8/R-B2KUI_CPI/s72-c/joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-7818456061939582005</id><published>2007-01-01T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:07:41.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>champagne and my secret life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnZP0hTDHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l26qfoioZlE/s1600-h/champagne.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnZP0hTDHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l26qfoioZlE/s320/champagne.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015278525873327218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after seeing amazing, epiphany inducing new years eve fireworks (see below entry), my pals and I uncorked a big one - champagne bottle that is...hee hee (don't know why i'm hee hee'ing but it feels appropriate)...and WE DRANK RIGHT THERE ON THE SIDEWALK!!!! They don't call us "Brooklyn's Baddest Champagne Club" for no reason. New Years Eve is our night to shine, dammit.  We passed a $400 bottle amongst each other during a fierce round of "who ever stops taking sips has to leave the circle".  Then we heard gunfire* and decided to take Champagne Club** indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*most likely fireworks, mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;** we're really more like a gang. the gunfire came from our rivals, Port Authority (a group of port*** lovers).&lt;br /&gt;*** port is like a heavy kind of wine. i tried it in Portugal once, and i think I liked it. But then again, I haven't had it since. So maybe I didn't like it. This is a fascinating mystery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-7818456061939582005?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7818456061939582005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/7818456061939582005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/01/champagne-and-my-secret-life.html' title='champagne and my secret life'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnZP0hTDHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l26qfoioZlE/s72-c/champagne.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6417053773846967342</id><published>2007-01-01T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:49:21.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new years eve fireworks  - spectacular light show or cruel reminder of how lackluster own year has been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnVnEhTDGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0KNz_Y8FXV8/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnVnEhTDGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0KNz_Y8FXV8/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015274527258774626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of both, a little bit of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6417053773846967342?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6417053773846967342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6417053773846967342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve-fireworks-spectacular.html' title='new years eve fireworks  - spectacular light show or cruel reminder of how lackluster own year has been?'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RZnVnEhTDGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0KNz_Y8FXV8/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-5251111050184310561</id><published>2006-12-22T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:30:11.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i just found out something crazy...i have 2 wombs!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20061221/hl_afp/britainhealthpregnancy_061221130325"&gt;like this woman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really don't. 2 wombs is like, i don't know, 1 womb too many. seriously, 2 wombs is like alien creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-5251111050184310561?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5251111050184310561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/5251111050184310561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-just-found-out-something-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-8725904004548027141</id><published>2006-12-21T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:15:36.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something really interesting just happened to me but i can't tell you now. next time i see you, remind me tell you, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-8725904004548027141?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8725904004548027141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/8725904004548027141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-really-interesting-just.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-1404265736345954260</id><published>2006-12-21T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:09:25.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYsh_hfBwJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdPGAOEgxCg/s1600-h/chair.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYsh_hfBwJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdPGAOEgxCg/s320/chair.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011136385583792274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's really cool?! chairs with wheels. imagine having a whole room with furniture on wheels. you could rearrange entire layouts, in seconds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-1404265736345954260?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1404265736345954260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/1404265736345954260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-whats-really-cool-chairs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYsh_hfBwJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LdPGAOEgxCg/s72-c/chair.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4290405716283431377</id><published>2006-12-19T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:34:05.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today i feel like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYg9jhfBwII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MHAf8-6vcqc/s1600-h/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYg9jhfBwII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MHAf8-6vcqc/s320/hotdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010322265942900866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a slender boiled hot dog, nestled in its bun. speechless. restless.&lt;br /&gt;(googly) eyes always open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo by david shrigley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4290405716283431377?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4290405716283431377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4290405716283431377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-feel-like-this.html' title='today i feel like this.'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMuFzq5ZoSg/RYg9jhfBwII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MHAf8-6vcqc/s72-c/hotdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-6343711115213716287</id><published>2006-12-06T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:47:32.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potpourri Thoughts #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.holidaysdecorated.com/images/cinnamon-orange-potpourri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.holidaysdecorated.com/images/cinnamon-orange-potpourri.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: When you Google Image &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=gibbons&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;gibbons&lt;/a&gt;, Leeza Gibbons comes up on the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again I thank god my organs are inside my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-6343711115213716287?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6343711115213716287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/6343711115213716287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/potpourri-thoughts-34.html' title='Potpourri Thoughts #34'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-4239042001057885369</id><published>2006-12-04T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:53:29.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagina Etiquette for Starlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FyE3MU5fvg0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FyE3MU5fvg0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out my new DVD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-4239042001057885369?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4239042001057885369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/4239042001057885369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/12/vagina-etiquette-for-starlets.html' title='Vagina Etiquette for Starlets'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116451493274045592</id><published>2006-11-25T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:22:12.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you...</title><content type='html'>miss you...and i'm sorry for being such a horrible domain owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our president pardons more turkeys during Thanksgiving than humans with a death sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like I never see polka dots anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did He-Man take steroids? plus...I miss Orko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tk next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116451493274045592?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116451493274045592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116451493274045592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-you.html' title='hey you...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116198666497920391</id><published>2006-10-27T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:06:55.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WM/BM as of 6:03 PM</title><content type='html'>Worst Moment SO FAR: dealing with unruly bangs&lt;br /&gt;Best Moment SO FAR: nailing the Roger Rabbit during self-imposed 'dance practice' *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*every now and then i go over my dance moves to make sure i still "have it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN READERSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BE CONFIDENT IN YOUR COSTUME CHOICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        IT'S UP TO YOU TO REALLY "SELL IT"!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116198666497920391?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116198666497920391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116198666497920391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/wmbm-as-of-603-pm.html' title='WM/BM as of 6:03 PM'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116190525653845410</id><published>2006-10-26T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:30:45.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WM/BM</title><content type='html'>for October 25, 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Moment: waking up in the middle of the night with a real itchy throat&lt;br /&gt;Best Moment:  qualuudes. jk, a tiny speedball. JK - falling asleep to the Jon Lovitz classic 'High School High'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116190525653845410?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116190525653845410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116190525653845410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/wmbm.html' title='WM/BM'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116180965800054997</id><published>2006-10-25T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:54:18.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Moment/Best Moment</title><content type='html'>Hi Gang/Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be doing a recurring feature here called Worst Moment/Best Moment.  The purpose is to recount both the ultimate peak and lowest valley (aka zenith and nadir)  of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to slow down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capture...reflect...RECORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER 24TH, 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST MOMENT: Hands down, diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;BEST MOMENT: Diarrhea. JK - finding a bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116180965800054997?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116180965800054997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116180965800054997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/worst-momentbest-moment.html' title='Worst Moment/Best Moment'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116128280646436148</id><published>2006-10-19T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:39:22.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>show stopper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/1600/med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/320/med.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does she look familiar? hmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who: a girl with showgirl dreams and hot pink on her side. aka me at age 10&lt;br /&gt;what: jazz dance recital photo &lt;br /&gt;when: circa 1984&lt;br /&gt;why: to commemorate my year long effort at becoming a beginner jazz student&lt;br /&gt;why important: i fucked up all the moves in the actual recital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116128280646436148?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116128280646436148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116128280646436148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/show-stopper.html' title='show stopper!'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116026059028720513</id><published>2006-10-07T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:36:30.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this bugs me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/1600/mm-yellow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/320/mm-yellow.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it necessary to anthropomorphize m&amp;ms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116026059028720513?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116026059028720513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116026059028720513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-bugs-me.html' title='this bugs me.'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-116025971111718194</id><published>2006-10-07T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:37:59.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jokesplosion #539</title><content type='html'>what time is it when you're always impatient? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW O' CLOCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-116025971111718194?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116025971111718194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/116025971111718194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/10/jokesplosion-539.html' title='jokesplosion #539'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115886767543496895</id><published>2006-09-21T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:41:15.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendiest Food Right Now</title><content type='html'>SPINACH! If you haven't heard, spinach is the hottest salad green to be eating this week.  Going home this weekend for the Jewish New Year, that's Rosh Hashana to most, or That Holiday Where You Eat Apples N' Honey for some OR Time To Get Bored in Temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom's cookin' up several dishes per my request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosher Chicken Spinach Roll-ups&lt;br /&gt;Gefilte Spinach Fish&lt;br /&gt;Egg Drop Soup with Bits O' Spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMmmmmMMMMMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I feel bad for Spinach. E. Coli can really ruin a food group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay strong - without eating spinach - it's hard, ask Popeye - but just try - for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x to the o,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molls-'pinach - reisner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115886767543496895?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115886767543496895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115886767543496895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/09/trendiest-food-right-now.html' title='Trendiest Food Right Now'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115876429490433956</id><published>2006-09-20T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:58:14.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tip #48</title><content type='html'>If you're carrying a banana in one hand and see somebody on the street who you want to call you - use the BANANA to gesture "Call Me!" instead of your free hand. It just adds that extra (and much needed) layer of humor to the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115876429490433956?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115876429490433956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115876429490433956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/09/tip-48.html' title='tip #48'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115842371844569791</id><published>2006-09-16T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:21:58.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO...</title><content type='html'>I just cleaned out a bag I use all the time, and discovered half a cashew at the bottom. Makes me think how long have I've been givin' this cashew a free ride. Couple weeks? 4 months? Busted, cashew, totally busted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115842371844569791?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115842371844569791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115842371844569791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title='SO...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115636545601142529</id><published>2006-08-23T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:37:36.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoner Thought #1001</title><content type='html'>You know you're stoned when you go on your local aquarium's website and you're like, "Omigod! A whole F.A.Q. page about the ocean!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115636545601142529?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115636545601142529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115636545601142529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/08/stoner-thought-1001_23.html' title='Stoner Thought #1001'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115630228762204816</id><published>2006-08-22T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:04:47.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin' about g'raffes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/1600/giraffe93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/481/320/giraffe93.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or do giraffe's have antennaes?&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~randm2/giraffes.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115630228762204816?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif' title='thinkin&apos; about g&apos;raffes'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115630228762204816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115630228762204816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/08/thinkin-about-graffes.html' title='thinkin&apos; about g&apos;raffes'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115491864108300452</id><published>2006-08-06T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:44:01.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't seen abraham lincoln in the tabs lately. wonder what's goin' on with him. dittos for alan thicke and meredith baxter birney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115491864108300452?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115491864108300452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115491864108300452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-seen-abraham-lincoln-in-tabs.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115491838078132411</id><published>2006-08-06T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:39:40.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>occupational thoughts</title><content type='html'>During the the height of feminism, i wonder if women who hauled garbage used to get up in arms over what they were called. No, we're garbagewomen, right ladies?  actually, i've never seen a garbagewoman! but i have seen a postwoman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115491838078132411?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115491838078132411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115491838078132411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/08/occupational-thoughts.html' title='occupational thoughts'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115455496417421916</id><published>2006-08-02T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:42:44.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>question for the panel</title><content type='html'>Is Godzilla pronounced "Godzeeeya" in Spanish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115455496417421916?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115455496417421916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115455496417421916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/08/question-for-panel.html' title='question for the panel'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115309303347724043</id><published>2006-07-16T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:37:13.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when it's raining out, I like to take a shower... so I can be one with nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115309303347724043?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115309303347724043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115309303347724043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-its-raining-out-i-like-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115309296421285997</id><published>2006-07-16T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:36:04.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to overhear conversations.  especially the ones i have with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115309296421285997?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115309296421285997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115309296421285997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-to-overhear-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115146724835109733</id><published>2006-06-27T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:00:48.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm embarassed to say...</title><content type='html'>tonight I ate Buffalo Chicken Poppers at TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't ask! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayyyy...well, I was walking along 5th avenue in the E. 50's en route to a really cool show by a British comedian Daniel Kitson.  It's called Stories for the Wobbly-Hearted and he crafts these tales of loneliness and humanity and humor that are quite compelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Poppers. As I walked towards TGIF, I thought "hmmm, maybe it's not so bad. It's been awhile, after all."  Then I pass the door, changing my mind - there must be a better option in this tony neighborhood. THEN, i turn on my heels, partially out of hunger - mostly out of curiousity - and confidently find myself at a red and white striped table for two, alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG there were no balloons tied to my chair!  There were red and white balloons tied to other chairs to create that "random, festive" look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is long and includes many visuals which only help make me decide what not to get. Some of the menu items are crossed out with a sticker on them saying "Forced into early retirement".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's TGIF's attempt at a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story longer - I go with the Poppers at a mere $9.99.  TG I didn't get the Chicken Strips - that was a cool $14.35. When did this place get so pricey. I mean it! The place was PACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left I felt pretty good.  Now I know I never need to eat there again. Curiousity satisfied, stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good PopperNight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115146724835109733?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115146724835109733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115146724835109733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-embarassed-to-say.html' title='I&apos;m embarassed to say...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115138189606977657</id><published>2006-06-27T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:18:16.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything reminds you of someone</title><content type='html'>ever have one of those days, ya know - THOSE DAYS - when you go outside and all you see are reminders of someone you used to like?  ok, so get this - i used to (ya know - USED TO) like this guy and we went out on some dates. ya know - DATES.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day...[pause, look around suspiciously], i go outside [lower voice as if telling a secret] and it's like the world is conspiring to REMIND me, nay, BEG of me to recall a certain someone i'd rather delete from my memory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one of our dates, we got pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went for a walk, and saw like 14 people eating pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, molly, i say to myself. that's a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i overhear some dude talking about his band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayyyy, weird because he loved music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kicker? i'm about to walk in my apartment when i run into him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least i thought it was him - turn out it was another guy with a similar looking t-shirt he used to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i think somebody upstairs is trying to tell me something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115138189606977657?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115138189606977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115138189606977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-everything-reminds-you-of-someone.html' title='when everything reminds you of someone'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115085887954617684</id><published>2006-06-20T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:01:19.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>practical wishes</title><content type='html'>i've always been a wisher. 11:11 - i'm on it! birthday candles - done.  i even make my own wishes for other people's birthday candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that my wishes are taking too long to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love?&lt;br /&gt;world peace? &lt;br /&gt;free nachos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i make wishes for things i have total control over! like, in the morning, i'll be getting ready and i'll be like "Dear G-d, please make it so I wear my favorite jeans today. i mean it!!!!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should try it sometime. it's not that satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115085887954617684?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115085887954617684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115085887954617684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/practical-wishes.html' title='practical wishes'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115007793037334412</id><published>2006-06-11T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:05:30.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't explain it but...</title><content type='html'>right now i feel like a washed up ceramics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a down n' out millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, you tell me how i feel. It might be more accurate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115007793037334412?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115007793037334412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115007793037334412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-explain-it-but.html' title='i can&apos;t explain it but...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115000848101173874</id><published>2006-06-11T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:48:01.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hair goals</title><content type='html'>The sad thing is, I have more defined long-term goals for my hair (growing out bangs) then for my life (not sure what's going on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending post rampage riiiiiiight...now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115000848101173874?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000848101173874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000848101173874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-goals.html' title='hair goals'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115000837563449965</id><published>2006-06-11T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:46:15.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sureally long previews</title><content type='html'>yesterday i saw a move called "The Breakup". It starred two indie actors, Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn.  I think they're on the verge of breaking out into mainstream stuff pretty soon, based on lots of factors and variables I won't bore you with right now.  But before this hidden gem of a movie began, there was the longest preview I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was so long, that for about 7 minutes into it, I was convinced we walked into the wrong movie.  There was no clue whatsoever, no climactic music hinting at the peak of the scene, that led you to believe you were watching anything other than the beginning of a full length movie. It was disturbing. My friend was clueless too. I was about to walk out of the theater and query the ticket taker, when finally the voice over guy gave relief.  BTW, the preview was for "The Devil Wears Prada" which I no longer want to see based on the preview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, "The Break-up" was pretty bad, but not so terrible that you wouldn't tell your friends not to Netflix it. Jen and Vince aren't a convincing a couple as, say, I don't know, BRAD AND ANGIE?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115000837563449965?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000837563449965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000837563449965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/sureally-long-previews.html' title='sureally long previews'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-115000784308306554</id><published>2006-06-11T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:37:23.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My motto for life...</title><content type='html'>LIVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-115000784308306554?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000784308306554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/115000784308306554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-motto-for-life.html' title='My motto for life...'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114974075288253517</id><published>2006-06-08T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:25:52.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my current fave expresh</title><content type='html'>is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stop harshing on my mellow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been using it lately with just a smidge of abandon*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i just had to google the phrase "with abandon" and "without abandon" to determine which one meant what**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** early alzheimer's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114974075288253517?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114974075288253517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114974075288253517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-current-fave-expresh.html' title='my current fave expresh'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114913269670638348</id><published>2006-05-31T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:31:36.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's plan</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow (DO NOT STOP ME!!!) i plan on going to the gym after work. i'm going to go to the gym, yeppers! i'm not just saying it, either. watch out ELLIPTICAL machine - i'm gonna ride you so hard for like 20-35 minutes tomorrow after work while i flip back and forth between E! and MTV.  so don't even think of changing up my plan. concrete. after the cardio workout, i then plan to wipe down the machine. THEN, i plan to do some weight training on some limbs (TBD which limbs). probably after that, i'll do some light stretching, really just pull a muscle or two, then walk jauntily home.  WHEW! it's like i already worked out just writing about it. STAY STRONG MOLLY! you are definitely going to the gym tomorrow. unless someone invites you out to dinner, preferably nachos.  anybody game for NACHOS tomorrow after work? i was maybe gonna go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114913269670638348?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114913269670638348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114913269670638348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrows-plan.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s plan'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114913224871369737</id><published>2006-05-31T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:24:08.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>body evolution</title><content type='html'>i think our bodies should start evolving to accomodate fashion trends. like babies nowadays should be born with really long lower backs, so their butt cracks don't show when they wear lo-rise jeans. or maybe butt cracks are eliminated all together.  i can't think of any other examps right now, but you get the idea. guess i've been seeing a lot of crack lately on the street. it's upsetting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114913224871369737?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114913224871369737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114913224871369737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/05/body-evolution.html' title='body evolution'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114853037447064130</id><published>2006-05-24T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:12:54.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potpourri #5, shoe thoughts and noise curiousity</title><content type='html'>i bought 4 pairs of the same sandals. different colors, but wouldn't it be weird if they were all the same exact color? just stockin' up! but now i can rationalize and be like, they're totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;bone&lt;br /&gt;champagne&lt;br /&gt;pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, my window faces a very strange space between buildings, creating a disturbing vortex of sound. sometimes it sounds like a machine doing something rhythmic, and sometimes it sounds like someone is having an orgasm. it's too much of a pattern for human behavior, so i'm guessing machine over man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to catch some yyyyyyyyyys! ooops, i mean ddddddds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz,&lt;br /&gt;mollzzzzzzzzyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114853037447064130?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114853037447064130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114853037447064130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/05/potpourri-5-shoe-thoughts-and-noise.html' title='potpourri #5, shoe thoughts and noise curiousity'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114766610708362510</id><published>2006-05-15T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:08:27.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potpourri #4, mostly about balloons</title><content type='html'>first off, happy mother's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, helium balloons depress me.  they're like that person who always has to seem happy, but it's totally forced. "Hi!!!  Things are going well! Yea, I'm doing good!"  then, as the helium seeps from their mylar souls,  the balloons slowly descend to the ground, until they're just a heap of deflated hopes with curly ribbons gathering dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i like normal balloons. they know when to throw in the towel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114766610708362510?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114766610708362510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114766610708362510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/05/potpourri-4-mostly-about-balloons.html' title='potpourri #4, mostly about balloons'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652812.post-114720775589384321</id><published>2006-05-09T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:51:12.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clip up on comedy central</title><content type='html'>click on title, clickers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.rsscalendar.com/rss/publish.asp?t=m&amp;k=170d889b454173db5ca041019ce726de&amp;fw=200&amp;ff=10&amp;fs=11&amp;fc=000000&amp;tb=EEEEEE&amp;eb=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7652812-114720775589384321?l=mollyreisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.clipblast.com/clipDetails.php?clipId=49911' title='clip up on comedy central'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114720775589384321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652812/posts/default/114720775589384321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyreisner.blogspot.com/2006/05/clip-up-on-comedy-central.html' title='clip up on comedy central'/><author><name>molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16001858654824225173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
