<?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-4199153353245889739</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:53:49.022-08:00</updated><category term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Emmys'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='movies'/><category term='web'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='comics'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category term='Bones'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='music'/><category term='survivor'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Dancing with the Stars'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Dear PopCulture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-7174758412842324036</id><published>2011-10-13T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:53:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Facebook Users,</title><content type='html'>I've been using Facebook for a little over 5 years now. In that time, it  has boomed into what it is today. It's a monster of a social networking  site. There are apps, games, plug-ins and who knows what else. But  there are a few things about Facebook that really make me crazy. Let's  visit a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Replacement for ACTUAL Social Interaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's convenient to see someone's birthday scrolling on the  side of your browser. You click, you type out a little message and you  feel good about yourself. But you know what's really nice? Calling  someone on their birthday, sending a happy birthday text directly to  their phone or even sending a dumb eCard or picture message with a  dancing hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse ones are when people post status updates akin to "Where  are you, So&amp;amp;So?" or "Hey So&amp;amp;So wasn't that thing we did so  awesome?!" Really? Why not post on &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; wall and save us all from having to look at it. And is Facebook really the only interaction with this person you can muster up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worser still are the PEOPLE that claim they don't know what's going  on with you because "you haven't updated your Facebook in months!" Try  picking up a phone, lazy-ass. Or when those same people are somewhere  with you and you snap a photo or take a few group pictures and they  immediately turn to you and say, "Oh you better put this on Facebook!"  Ok, sure! Because my whole life totally needs to be cataloged on  Facebook!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Shameless requests for "Likes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Like thing has  really gotten out of control. I'll admit it. Sometimes I'm surfing the  web and come across something I really, truly like and immediately look  for that little thumbs up. More often than not, I'm not on Facebook.  It's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on people, you're not going to get an award if a certain  amount of people Like something on your page. You don't even get kudos,  I'm pretty sure. So, do you really have to ask for people to like the  things you've put into a status update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know what I mean. LIKE THIS COMMENT IF YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR  FRIDAY! LIKE THIS COMMENT IF YOU HAVE TEN TOES! LIKE THIS COMMENT IF  YOU'VE EVER POOPED BEFORE! Ok those aren't actual examples, but you get  the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Shameless need for comments/attention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  likes to feel cared for, feel loved, feel like they have a friend. But  posts that invoke someone to comment are just sad. "I feel sick," "I  can't believe that happened," or "What should I have for dinner?"  Seriously? Why don't you just post, "Please fawn all over me, I'm  lonely," and we can move past the obviously wanted follow up comments:  OMG what's wrong with you? What just happened? Have what I'm having! Oh  forget it, Just come over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you're really looking for, right? I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Oversharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You know who you are. Permanently attached at the hip to your  Facebook app. At least, I hope it's your app. I can't imagine running to  the computer every 5 seconds to post an update. Those that drone on and  on and on about every waking second. "I just woke up," "About to head  off to work," "Work is boring," "Ready to go home from work," "On the  drive home I saw a birdie," "What should I make for dinner?" (See #3),  "Sitting on the couch and watching some TV with So&amp;amp;So," "About ready  to get in bed," "I remembered to floss!," and "Goodnight, Facebook."  Who exactly are you talking to? You can't possibly think that everyone  needs to know all that information. Oh wait... Are you secretly killing  someone and need an alibi?! "But, Your Honor, I was &lt;i&gt;clearly&lt;/i&gt; at home watching TV!"  Ok, that makes the most sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. DEMANDS for Re-Posting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, DEMAND. I really dislike  the posts that say things like REPOST THIS OR YOU HAVE NO SOUL. REPOST  THIS OR YOU LOVE WHEN PEOPLE GET CANCER. REPOST THIS OR EVERYONE WILL  KNOW YOU'RE A TERRIBLE PERSON! I BET YOU WON'T REPOST THIS! I'm not  re-posting your jibber jabber just because you're trying to guilt me  into it. And, much like my examples, ARE USUALLY IN CAPS LOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the phrase, "You catch more flies with honey"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sad, passive-aggressive attempts to "tell someone how it is"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  one is funny to me, particularly, because I am Friends with both teens  and adults on Facebook. The posts of this nature are hilariously  similar. "I'm not going to say who, but you really made me mad. And I  don't like you," "I'm not feeding into your drama," or  "I'm just going  to sit back and laugh while you guys fight it out. I'm better than you."  It's hard to tell the difference between a teen post and an adult one, I  bet if you guessed which were which in my examples you'd be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. The need to let everyone know where you are at all times aka "Check-Ins&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,  I don't want you to tag me in a post where you're telling the whole  world where I am. Especially if you do that every single time we hang  out. It's annoying and sad and kinda makes you look like you're showing  off (or at least trying to) how great your life is and how many friends  you have. Believe me, if you're actually friends with people, they know.  Just because you and two of your friends are at some restaurant for  dinner doesn't make you sound any cooler. And no one really cares if you  and your mom are at Target... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-7174758412842324036?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/7174758412842324036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-facebook-users.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7174758412842324036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7174758412842324036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-facebook-users.html' title='Dear Facebook Users,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-665386808609648206</id><published>2011-01-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:49:08.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear ABC Local Affiliate,</title><content type='html'>Your decision to air NYE in Big D resulted in one large boo-boo: no Dick Clark.&lt;p&gt;My year cannot possibly start properly without seeing Dick Clark and&lt;br&gt;his lovely wife ring in the 80-millionth consecutive new year with a&lt;br&gt;kiss on national television. I don&amp;#39;t care if they celebrate it an hour&lt;br&gt;early for those of us in the central time zone! I was robbed of this&lt;br&gt;time-honored tradition.&lt;p&gt;And in favor of what? If memory serves (and it could be a little&lt;br&gt;foggy, given the particular night in question) it was the local news!&lt;br&gt;Not even the lame Dallas version of Times Square with at least 1/1000&lt;br&gt;of the people, excitement, and importance. You stole my year to report&lt;br&gt;that Joe Blow was setting up the Big D(isappointment) hours earlier! I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t give a damn what happened hours ago. Especially not while I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;trying to watch that cute little old man get his ONE moment of the&lt;br&gt;night back from Carrion Seacrest.&lt;p&gt;Whatever programmer decided it was more important to see the crappy&lt;br&gt;local news than watch the biggest New Year&amp;#39;s Eve celebration IN THE&lt;br&gt;WORLD reach it&amp;#39;s charming annual climax in a loving kiss should be&lt;br&gt;tossed out the door. And let that be a lesson to the next idiot who&lt;br&gt;thinks we care what half-baked seventeenth-fiddle celebration is&lt;br&gt;happening locally.&lt;p&gt;Give me Dick Clark! The man only has so many more of these left in&lt;br&gt;him, so let&amp;#39;s not upset the pattern again until we have to.&lt;p&gt;Starting the year with a black cloud looming overhead,&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-665386808609648206?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/665386808609648206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-abc-local-affiliate_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/665386808609648206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/665386808609648206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-abc-local-affiliate_05.html' title='Dear ABC Local Affiliate,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-6179038242603361721</id><published>2010-11-12T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:47:44.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Dear Ryan Murphy,</title><content type='html'>I love Glee. I love Glee so much that I look forward to it every day like a school girl that can't wait for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm temporarily blinded by my love for all things Kurt, and the will they or won't they storyline featuring my new crush (Blaine), I wanted to remind you that I have NOT forgotten about Rachel's Dads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4FKyfjbMI/AAAAAAAAASE/04x2OyVZVfQ/s1600/glee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4FKyfjbMI/AAAAAAAAASE/04x2OyVZVfQ/s320/glee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538870274623237314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Let's see them already! ... maybe a song and/or dance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for Taye Diggs being one of the fathers. And you'd be keeping it in the family with Idina having been revealed as Rachel's biological mother. I can see it now, a duet wherein they sing about being Rachel's parents. I love it! I see a top iTunes seller already. If you're feeling saucy you could always get Adam Pascal to be the other dad. He's Jewish, right? It'd be like a Mini Rent reunion!! OH man!# ...Too bad he's a little too rock n' roll for the Jewish dad in Rachel's locker picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GUEOjD-I/AAAAAAAAASs/Qw2kujhaWe4/s1600/glee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GUEOjD-I/AAAAAAAAASs/Qw2kujhaWe4/s320/glee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538871533514199010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GXUp2SWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_4HsEoBIgPg/s1600/glee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GXUp2SWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_4HsEoBIgPg/s320/glee3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538871589463279970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure who I'd actually like to see in the other role. You'll have to excuse my ignorance of Broadway Musical Jewish stars. I know that John Barrowman has petitioned to be one of the fathers. And I'm sure he's wonderful but... let's look at the picture again. I just don't see it. He's way too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4F184REkI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZPuUUWDkS1c/s1600/glee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4F184REkI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZPuUUWDkS1c/s320/glee4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538871016145621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on this now, I almost feel the same way about Taye. He's obviously a gorgeous specimen of a man. Look back to the picture. This guys a-ok in his own right, but not exactly "pretty." Going back to the Rent thing (NOTE: I'm not a HUGE fan of Rent. Actually, I didn't think the movie was all that great, which is the only rendition I've seen. It just happens to have a lot of wonderfully, talented people in it)... let's think about Jesse L. Martin. First and foremost, I LOVE his voice. Whew.. that deep, wonderfulness makes me melt. I have to say that he kinda fits the bill when you look at him and look at the picture of the two Dads. Plus, let's face it, he LOOKS more like a Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GLz04tSI/AAAAAAAAASk/5vrGBPIZBBA/s1600/glee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4GLz04tSI/AAAAAAAAASk/5vrGBPIZBBA/s320/glee5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538871391672644898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Jew-Dad. I've seen around the blogosphere people putting out the name Sean Hayes. Now that's an entertaining idea. He is currently in Promises, Promises with my beloved Kristen Chenoweth. So we know he has some chops. And he DEFINATELY has the personality conveyed in the picture of the Dads. And who doesn't want him back on TV? He's just so gosh-darn likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4Ga0KqN4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/HshJLC1ezMg/s1600/glee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4Ga0KqN4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/HshJLC1ezMg/s320/glee6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538871649462007682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an article where Lea said something to you about having Elton John play a special guest cameo as her dad. Wherein, you only see him in the audience. BAD idea. Though funny, there's no longevity there. And we need longevity, Mr. Murphy. We want to see these characters grow and love and we can't do that with a special guest cameo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what would be great to see? Adult, gay role models. I'm ecstatic over where you're taking Kurt's story this season. Over the moon, even. I would really like to see the two dads come on and have the "It gets better" talk with Kurt. Especially in light of recent events in America. They're obviously in a loving relationship and have a talented daughter that - as we learned in the first season - spared no expense to make sure she had everything she ever needed to flourish. If a Fort Worth Councilman can reach thousands of people and at least a few lives, imagine the reach Glee would have with that storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I've given you a lot to think about and consider.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4FVwjfyZI/AAAAAAAAASM/nUbW-jFzuQQ/s1600/glee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-6179038242603361721?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/6179038242603361721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-ryan-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6179038242603361721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6179038242603361721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-ryan-murphy.html' title='Dear Ryan Murphy,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/TN4FKyfjbMI/AAAAAAAAASE/04x2OyVZVfQ/s72-c/glee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-6361940601890526271</id><published>2009-07-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:55:12.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><title type='text'>Dear Emmy Nominees,</title><content type='html'>You are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the &lt;a href="http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-golden-globes.html"&gt;Golden Globes&lt;/a&gt; can't seem to get it right, the Emmys did an admirable job at the unveiling of their nominees this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest highlights are recognition for Jim Parsons for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; and Kristin Chenoweth for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pushing Daisies.&lt;/span&gt; Especially since the latter show was canceled, it'd be sweet as pie if Chenoweth took home the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there are some snubs that cannot just be overlooked. Cat Deeley deserves to be recognized for her excellent hosting skills on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance,&lt;/span&gt; even if she is dressed like a rainbow trout tonight. She should easily have taken Heidi Klum's place. Did &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; even have a season this year? Cat is easily the best host in the reality competition genre (sorry Phil!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could also have the obligatory (and undeserved) nominations for Charlie Sheen, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;, or the directing on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American Idol.&lt;/span&gt; This is a grab bag of TV's absolute worst. If the three ever met, I'm pretty sure my television would melt right into the carpet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sl_Zv02pifI/AAAAAAAAARY/QFiZdVwCCDk/s1600-h/Betty+White+as+Crazy+Witch+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sl_Zv02pifI/AAAAAAAAARY/QFiZdVwCCDk/s320/Betty+White+as+Crazy+Witch+Lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359241497259117042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Topped off by the surprising pick of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Family Guy&lt;/span&gt; for Best Comedy Series, this should be a very interesting Emmys. I'll spend the entire night just hoping Betty White takes home the guest star prize for "Crazy Witch Lady" on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Name is Earl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy someone finally got it more right than wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-6361940601890526271?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/6361940601890526271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-emmy-nominees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6361940601890526271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6361940601890526271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-emmy-nominees.html' title='Dear Emmy Nominees,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sl_Zv02pifI/AAAAAAAAARY/QFiZdVwCCDk/s72-c/Betty+White+as+Crazy+Witch+Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-7574298529855212570</id><published>2009-07-01T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:36:26.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing with the Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><title type='text'>Dear So You Think You Can Dance,</title><content type='html'>Even as I watch tonight's performance episode, I can't help but feel a sense of ennui. This season's contestants are so dull. In light of this, as well as the upcoming fall season, I'd like to call for a halt to the auditions. In fact, I think it's time we gave America's dance community a chance to rejuvenate and bring in the All-Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right: I said it. This show needs to bring back some of our favorites from seasons past. It's not like this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;, where we see our winners soar or sink in the public. Dear Pop Culture demands to know what's happening with the dancers who are doing something other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my suggestions for the dancers I'd like to see again, keeping in mind that everyone has to be paired with someone of the opposite sex. Oh, and I'm sitting out the winners. Just because I loved you once doesn't mean I need you to come back steal the show (Benji).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3's runner-up Danny is first on the list. He's been gone for much to long, and didn't seem to find himself until the end of his run. Ballroom chick Chelsie Hightower will take a break from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DWTS&lt;/span&gt; to spice up Danny's steps and try to create another memorable salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next male will be season 2's runner-up Travis. He was too phenomenal to be forgotten; so much so that I feel like I should look him up on Twitter right this moment. Cute little Travis will get a cute little mate in b-girl Sara from season 3. Her stuff with Pasha was too good to forget her for an all-star group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man to take his lady will be last season's very Burton-esque Mark. He's so much twisty fun, we couldn't let him sit on the side. Mark's lucky lady will be season 1's jazz-tastic Ashle. Her solos kept her in the game after a ton of crappy partners, so Mark ought to be a breeze for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, yes, I have called out a lot of contemporary male dancers for my season.  Well, season 3's Dominic (now calling himself D-Trix, unfortunately) will break up that trend. Season 1 runner-up Melody will do her very best to make our lone hip hopper stick around. And with her diversity, he's actually got a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I've missed someone, don't call foul yet. Next up is season 1's fastest feet, Artim. Despite his long-time relationship with Carrie Ann Inaba going south, we still love him. Gone-too-soon Allison from season 2 will go step for step with Artim, and they might even be the strongest couple in the bunch, as long as they can avoid krumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artim won't be the only ballroom man to grace our All-Stars though, as Dmitri will return as well. The two of them can have an open-shirt sexy-off and put my wife directly into a pleasure-coma. Sugar-sweet season 4 vet Courtnie Galiano will step up to the plate and try to keep up while not being sexied into submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/0/y/t/heiditravis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/0/y/t/heiditravis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last season's super-ego Will is going to have to pry Debbie Allen off his junk so he can partner up for with season 2's Sarah Behrnhardt impersonator, Heidi. Her solos are to die for, but lets not forget the beautiful park bench: this girl can adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, putting all of the wanna-be bad boys to shame will be the original, season 1's Blake. It may not be some J-Lo MTV dance life whatever, but he could use the exposure. The only female who might be able to temper Blake's big head is fake-haired Lacey Schwimmer. She'll bring it, and she'll have to if she doesn't want to get stuck in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure someone's favorite didn't make the cut, but guess what? They stink!  Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since we're only featuring the best, Cat Deeley will definitely be on hosting duties. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very producer-y,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-7574298529855212570?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/7574298529855212570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-so-you-think-you-can-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7574298529855212570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7574298529855212570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='Dear So You Think You Can Dance,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-4451278685561698373</id><published>2009-06-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:30:35.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Heaven,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SkQ_7o2Mt-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/UqTu2oLNMFk/s1600-h/edffmj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SkQ_7o2Mt-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/UqTu2oLNMFk/s320/edffmj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472551032567778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them a warm welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;PnI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-4451278685561698373?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/4451278685561698373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4451278685561698373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4451278685561698373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-heaven.html' title='Dear Heaven,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SkQ_7o2Mt-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/UqTu2oLNMFk/s72-c/edffmj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-4269415113504719190</id><published>2009-05-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:42:40.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Bryan Fuller,</title><content type='html'>Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so immensely sad after finishing the first new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing Daisies &lt;/span&gt;since December. Everything about this show was so perfect that I'm just distraught all over again at its cancellation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SiIKp5JU8NI/AAAAAAAAARI/OxEZYVDgoSs/s1600-h/Window+Dressed+to+Kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SiIKp5JU8NI/AAAAAAAAARI/OxEZYVDgoSs/s320/Window+Dressed+to+Kill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341843822845685970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristin Chenoweth singing Lionel Richie's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;Hello" was simply heaven.  The forthcoming comic book series courtesy of DC Comics will be a great way to finish up the remaining storylines, but they just won't be the same without the brilliant musical numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi McBride, Anna Friel, Swoozie Kurtz, Ellen Greene, Lee Pace and the aforementioned Chenoweth will all be sorely missed when this three-episode reprieve is up. Nothing on television has brought such joy into the living room of my home as this little wonder. I will probably have to scoop up the DVDs when they're released in July only so that I can enjoy this show over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a wonder, Mr. Fuller. And while I'd ultimately rather this show went on, I'm glad that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; will benefit from your personal loss. Rest assured, fans are mourning with the same passion that you are, because you've made Ned, Chuck and the whole gang feel like our strange little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these remaining episodes are gone, the most unique procedural on network television will go with it. Never before have I believed so truly that it was better to have loved and lost and never to have loved at all. And with the DVDs, I can just go on loving, even if ABC broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to laugh without crying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-4269415113504719190?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/4269415113504719190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-bryan-fuller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4269415113504719190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4269415113504719190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-bryan-fuller.html' title='Dear Bryan Fuller,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SiIKp5JU8NI/AAAAAAAAARI/OxEZYVDgoSs/s72-c/Window+Dressed+to+Kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-9017625072624768807</id><published>2009-05-20T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:54:01.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Dear Kris Allen - American Idol WINNER,</title><content type='html'>You are AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous &lt;a href="http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kris-allen.html"&gt;letter to you&lt;/a&gt; I talked about how you came out of nowhere and totally demanded my attention. And you kept it throughout the whole competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare AI write you off. It was painfully obvious that everyone was just waiting for Adam to take the title. I mean even Katy Perry was waving her Adam-Pride flag. You could tell from  your face that you knew your fate was sealed. And why wouldn't you? Even the songs that were chosen were geared towards Adam. It was basically the Adam Show and you were just a backup singer. But you persevered... and you won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the most endearing thing was when the lights went down and the results suspense music started you didn't seem nervous at all. You already knew it wasn't you. You already knew Adam had won. But what you didn't know was how many fans you really have. The look on your face was priceless. It was more sincere then when Megan Joy went home instead of you. It was more sincere than when Danny, an early favorite, went home instead of you. This time.. it was your name that was called and for a very different reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. way to go! Way to come out of nowhere and take the whole thing. I look forward to everything and anything you do in the coming years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS_IdKPDgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wD3oMOO4oRs/s1600-h/kris_shocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS_IdKPDgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wD3oMOO4oRs/s320/kris_shocked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101610328296962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-9017625072624768807?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/9017625072624768807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-kris-allen-american-idol-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/9017625072624768807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/9017625072624768807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-kris-allen-american-idol-winner.html' title='Dear Kris Allen - American Idol WINNER,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS_IdKPDgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wD3oMOO4oRs/s72-c/kris_shocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-6080231562639611158</id><published>2009-05-20T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:22:06.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Dear Kara DioGuardi,</title><content type='html'>You're taking a lot of flack for producing yet another wretched song for the collection of Idol finale stinkers. However, you've also been accused of writing the single worst piece of dribble ever sung by a winner (or runner-up) for their last performance.  This, I take issue with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, you've been huge let-down this season. After you're impressive moments during the initial audition phases, including but not limited to the awesomeness of showing Bikini Girl how it's done, you fizzled in a big way. You're insights and opinions are still more valuable than Randy's, but that was never saying much to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Boundaries" is exactly the schlocky, feel-good nastiness we're force-fed about this time every year. The only difference this time, really, is that we've had months to get to know the writer of this song, and that only makes it more unbearable. However, no one can tell me that this uninspired tripe is worse than Taylor Hicks singing "Do I Make You Proud?" or more uncomfortable than hearing Carrie Underwood sing about wanting to be inside someone's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, in fact, that the original saccharine solo "A Moment Like This" set the bar pretty low to begin with. We can thank it for all of the warbling, lift-you-up waste that has come since.  Only "When You Believe," written by season one alum Tamyra Gray, had any real emotional depth to it. And much of that can be attributed to the performances of its singers, with both season 3 finalists Diana DeGarmo and Fantasia Barrino delivering the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'd say your mountains and hurricanes are no worse than David Cook's rainbows from last year, and certainly not as bad a fit for the finalists as when Blake Lewis gave up before even starting "This Is My Now." "No Boundaries" is just another in a long, cringe-inducing tradition of clichés strung together to give the winner something to sing when the confetti finally falls. You're no worse than the rest; we just hate you more for failing than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS6JZDtK4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/kLsovNo7mpA/s1600-h/kara_bikini.jpg.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS6JZDtK4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/kLsovNo7mpA/s320/kara_bikini.jpg.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338096128848898946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had to wiki one of these song titles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-6080231562639611158?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/6080231562639611158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-kara-dioguardi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6080231562639611158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6080231562639611158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-kara-dioguardi.html' title='Dear Kara DioGuardi,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShS6JZDtK4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/kLsovNo7mpA/s72-c/kara_bikini.jpg.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8683710399481311680</id><published>2009-05-01T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:09:30.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Debbie,</title><content type='html'>You so crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShTFxDS2onI/AAAAAAAAARA/L6pQHETJ9mE/s1600-h/debbie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShTFxDS2onI/AAAAAAAAARA/L6pQHETJ9mE/s320/debbie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338108904829526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, last night's episode was like watching your favorite kind-hearted grandma go senile in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite your alignment with the supreme ass-hat known as Coach, you were still a person I liked on this season's Survivor.  You play an excellent social game, and you never were shown ostrasizing the people in your Tempura tribe that were on the outs.  However, after being a little more blunt with Sierra last week than was necessary, your good game was obviously getting to you.  You got cocky, and when that happens, people turn on you.  That's just a keystone of Survivor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week you made the mistake of continuing to align with Coach, who is a total idiot and huge (and bad) liar, despite his claims to the contrary.  And when you didn't like what Sierra had to say, you went from likable to downright nutty!  That crying jag may make more sense after spending 20 some-odd says in a foreign land relying on people you barely know.  Still, to the naked eye, you just looked like a woman who'd flipped her lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequent screaming and crying later when Sierra called out your crummy alliance for trying to partner with her against the old Jalapoa erased any and all likability you ever had.  Your social game is going up in smoke faster than you can do a backflip or whine about your students.  Now you're just another person who can't be trusted, and your attempt to get rid of Coach next week will only undoubtedly seal your fate instead of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is really too bad, because Coach is so profoundly annoying, and you were anything but for the first half of the game.  But, the best players know how to perform in the clutch, and you're about to prove you're just another Tony Romo, who isn't ready for the pressure of the big-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending crazy pills to Brazil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8683710399481311680?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8683710399481311680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-debbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8683710399481311680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8683710399481311680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-debbie.html' title='Dear Debbie,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/ShTFxDS2onI/AAAAAAAAARA/L6pQHETJ9mE/s72-c/debbie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8189106211193524923</id><published>2009-04-20T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:17:18.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Desperate Housewives,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sey8Lv0U5MI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ccY9hhUWyBw/s1600-h/nic-738175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sey8Lv0U5MI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ccY9hhUWyBw/s320/nic-738175.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326839369272976578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Once in a season is more than enough.  Twice is just a ridiculous waste of my time.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Of course, I&amp;#39;m referring to the stupid flashback vignettes format, used last night to memorialize Edie Brit.  The most obvious and annoying thing to be drawn from it&amp;#39;s use again, after having been used to shoe-horn in the handyman, was that it tarnishes Edie&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;one of a kind&amp;quot; standing, by coupling her with some one-off character of the week. It also forces me to remember the utter crap-titude of making her so desperate as to have sex with him.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Killing off the neighborhood trouble-maker was bad enough, as the rest of these girls have been bland all season, but to remember her in this way was just plain dumb.  Several of the stories seemed totally out of character, such as the Bree &amp;amp; Gabby ones, and the Mrs. McCluskey story was just tear-jerking sappy crap.  And while Nicollette Sheridan deftly acted her way through the many landmines built into this clunker of an episode, even this saucy swan laid an egg on that scene.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;All in all, it seemed like a very disrespectful way to send off both the actress and the character.  She was cut for reasons relating to the financial climate in Hollywood more than for story-driven purposes. That alone is understandable, but the manner of death was just insulting.  The horrible, uncharacteristically sweet voice-over aside, Edie deserved to at least have her death mean something in the grand scheme of this horrible Dave Williams arc. Hell, it might have finally made it more interesting to start.  But the fact is, this was a bad way to bid farewell to the actress who stepped it up big time when Desperate Housewives needed a pinch hitter.  Bree was sidelined with baby for a long time, and by far the most interesting developments that whole season involved Edie&amp;#39;s relationship with Carlos, and the lengths she&amp;#39;d go to so he&amp;#39;d stay.  This was epitomized by her faux-hanging, which truthfully was still a better death than this.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Wrong as it may be, though, it&amp;#39;s set in stone (or ashes) now.  Just know, Marc Cherry, that this does nothing to make me like Katherine any better, and she will never be the fifth housewife in my mind.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Spitefully,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8189106211193524923?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8189106211193524923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-desperate-housewives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8189106211193524923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8189106211193524923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-desperate-housewives.html' title='Dear Desperate Housewives,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sey8Lv0U5MI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ccY9hhUWyBw/s72-c/nic-738175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-9088161724859797029</id><published>2009-04-17T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:19:10.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Sweets,</title><content type='html'>It's totally Booth!  I don't know if I was supposed to take the retitling of your book to &lt;i&gt;Bones - The Heart of the Matter&lt;/i&gt; to mean that you believe Brennan is the one who is constantly struggling or not.  That said, the new title gave me that exact impression, and you could not be more wrong!&lt;p&gt;My wife and I watched both Wednesday's special episode and Thursday's regular one back to back last night.  While cuing up the second episode, I told Irma that I wonder if we're supposed to believe that they both know they are in love with the other, or if they're both supposed to be oblivious, or if just Brennan is oblivious.  My vote was for the last of these options.  David Boreanaz plays Booth too well for me not to believe that he is in love with Brennan and doesn't pursue it because he's afraid it would jeopardize the status quo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sekp-tO1sDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dl0NRScdPqU/s1600-h/bones+mayhem.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sekp-tO1sDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dl0NRScdPqU/s320/bones+mayhem.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325834191612784690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was tickled pink when the very next hour had Gordon telling us that one of them is constantly having to suppress their feelings of love for the other.  Huzzah!  Success!  I knew it was Booth.  And while I'm not ready for them to get together and ruin the show (a la &lt;i&gt;Moonlighting&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/i&gt;, and former lead-out &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt;), I do love that this angle was at least acknowledged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, quick evidence that I am right and Sweets is wrong about it being Brennan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Brennan is always the first to deny a relationship is going on between them when some outsider observes their bond, as in the bridal store.  She always denies first, rationally, and emotionlessly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Brennan desires to be more passionate and head-over-heels in love. She would not tell the man she loves that she desires this if she already was and simply had to reject it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) One of the funniest things about the show is its premise - emotional person enters world surrounded by logic-driven people, hilarity ensues.  It's not that different from &lt;i&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/i&gt; here, folks, except for the formulaic procedural aspect that helped it get on the air in the first place. But, back on point.  Booth is the fish out of water on the show, not Brennan.  He entered her world, and he is the one being logical to meet the needs of her world. If she was the one struggling with her emotions, then she'd just let them out. She'd become a part of his world, and more like the other, less rational squints. It's not interesting to watch her become like everyone else because she has nothing at stake.  It's interesting to watch him try to maintain the front that he's like everyone else, when he is really not. If he reveals that he can't be rational enough to avoid a workplace romance, he risks being removed from their world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of this is assuming a lot, based only on a grin from Sweets, and the new title of his book at the end of the episode.  Nevertheless, I feel that the grin told us that he thinks she's suppressing her connection, and the title change confirms it.  But our little death metal-ian is just plain wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psychoanalytically,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-9088161724859797029?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/9088161724859797029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-sweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/9088161724859797029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/9088161724859797029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-sweets.html' title='Dear Sweets,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sekp-tO1sDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dl0NRScdPqU/s72-c/bones+mayhem.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-4236163380503119230</id><published>2009-04-16T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:20:00.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Simon and the Less Helpful Judges,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sec1uENhIFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VXfoehTTFxo/s1600-h/paulasimon(1)-736917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sec1uENhIFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VXfoehTTFxo/s320/paulasimon(1)-736917.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325284149909594194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;America got it right.  And that means that you got it wrong.&lt;p&gt;Matt Giraud, while not the worst singer left in the competition, should have gone home last night. Simon, you were absolutely right when you said that he had no chance of winning this competition. Why, then, would you still save him?&lt;p&gt;I thought this rule was to prevent people like Chris Daughtry from going home. By saving Matt, I have to draw a comparison between the two singers.  Chris was the media&amp;#39;s favorite and was widely believed to be the most talented person in the running that year.  Matt is not the media&amp;#39;s or even conservative America&amp;#39;s favorite (Adam &amp;amp; Danny, respectively).  He&amp;#39;s also by no means the most talented person left this year.&lt;p&gt;I thought it was just a total insult to America to even ask him before passing judgment how many times he&amp;#39;s been in the bottom 3.  By admitting to having been there twice before, I thought surely his death warrant was signed. It should be obvious that America is not as sold on him as Kara is.&lt;p&gt;Instead, you&amp;#39;re now risking the place of the remaining contestants by using the save on someone undeserving.  I understand time was running short to use it, but it really wasn&amp;#39;t necessary to use at all.  Next week, if Matt ends up safe, we could really lose out on someone good. The most endangered by this save are probably Lil and Anoop, who America still doesn&amp;#39;t care for. But if this save means Adam or Danny goes home next week, I&amp;#39;m sure you&amp;#39;ll be regretting this dumb move. Sadly, middle-of-the-packers like Kris and Allison could ultimately be the biggest victims, since two contestants will go home next week.&lt;p&gt;If America can hold it together, Matt will go home next week like he should have this week, and Lil will follow him right out the door, bad hair, big booty and all.&lt;p&gt;But if not...then I hope that you suffer for this mistake and lose one of your favorites. It&amp;#39;d teach you to trust America more.  We&amp;#39;ve actually gotten it right up to this point.  That is to say, not every week was perfect, but we have the seven best contestants left at this point.  Now we&amp;#39;ve just gotta move through the bottom tier of this bunch to get to the top four.  And if your save burns out one of those people too soon, at least you&amp;#39;d have no one to blame but yourself.  That means Paula, don&amp;#39;t you dare whine and tell us we got it wrong next week, because you started it.  And we just don&amp;#39;t care what you think.&lt;p&gt;Let down,&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-4236163380503119230?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/4236163380503119230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-simon-and-less-helpful-judges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4236163380503119230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4236163380503119230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-simon-and-less-helpful-judges.html' title='Dear Simon and the Less Helpful Judges,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sec1uENhIFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VXfoehTTFxo/s72-c/paulasimon(1)-736917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-1933546303834566331</id><published>2009-04-14T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:58:15.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Comics Dude from The Big Bang Theory,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is no freaking way that Jason Todd should be the new Batman over freaking Dick Grayson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dick did go off on his own and create his own person, Nightwing. And while Nightwing never stood entirely out of the bat's shadow, he certainly created his own dark corner within it. Nevertheless, if someone is supposed to take Bruce Wayne's place and keep the legacy alive, it should most certianly be his first and best pupil, the original Robin, Dick Grayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Todd was the second, lamer Robin, who was rightfully killed off in perhaps the truest possible meaning of the phrase "Because You Demanded It!" Fans actually voted to have him die, he was that annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the "Hush" storyline created the interesting possibility of his being actually alive and angry with Bruce, it should have ended there: just a possibility. He was killed by a sledgehammer, for god's sake! When it was realized, the whole thing fell like a house of cards. Jason Todd has no claim whatsoever to the bat-throne. He should still be a rotting corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would rival Dick's ascension in any way, I would think it'd be the latest Robin, Tim Drake. And even then, step aside, kiddo! Being Batman is grown-up work, and Dick is the only man for the cowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, while I don't generally do this, I'm afraid I have to agree with Sheldon. Now get me some herbal tea and back up off of Penny before Leonard has to bust out Sting and go all Frodo on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeS1bLfcOPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jYBixrSY_80/s1600-h/PDVD_094-720508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeS1bLfcOPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jYBixrSY_80/s320/PDVD_094-720508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580138004527346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Passionately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Patrick James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-1933546303834566331?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/1933546303834566331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-comics-dude-from-big-bang-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1933546303834566331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1933546303834566331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-comics-dude-from-big-bang-theory.html' title='Dear Comics Dude from The Big Bang Theory,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeS1bLfcOPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jYBixrSY_80/s72-c/PDVD_094-720508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-7031229567081616818</id><published>2009-04-13T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:55:46.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>Dear Dragonball: Evolution,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeOVU4SD4nI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rI1ScfAtmHs/s1600-h/PiccoloFinal_RS-767155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeOVU4SD4nI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rI1ScfAtmHs/s320/PiccoloFinal_RS-767155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324263370420118130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Don't listen to the  reviews.  I did, and they're pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;I'm not the kind of  fanboy who ever spent any great deal of time digging into the anime classics  (the original, Z, or GT).  I knew people who loved them, but never really  invested the time required to get involved in the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;That said, I liked  the movie for the most part.  It told a pretty straight-forward story that  was easily understood, at least as far as Goku was concerned.  This is  where my personal problem with the movie comes in though.  While Goku's  story seemed clear enough, Piccolo's was shrouded in mystery that only left me  frustrated and, ultimately, with too many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Why was he seeking  the dragonballs? My wife told me later that he wanted to be younger, but that  doesn't really add up when the prosthetics didn't make him look anywhere near  his 2000+ year age.  In fact, James's Marsters and the massive plastic  chest plate he wore looked quite healthy and invigorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Also, how did he  escape from the center of the earth, or wherever it was he was being contained  by the spell?  Surely the magic didn't just wear off.  And while the  "blood moon" sounds special, it didn't really seem like anything but another  eclipse, of which I feel certain there were several during the time he spent  trapped.  Hell, if you'd watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, you'd know they come every couple of  years and can be seen everywhere on the planet.   Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;What's that?   Solar eclipses aren't quite that common, or globe-encompassing?  Well,  color me more informed than writers room for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;But back on task,  for all the work that Piccolo actually did in the movie, he wasn't much of a  threat.  Heck, I may as well have been watching the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/span&gt; get  attacked by the Galactus-cloud of doom. His little henchwoman did all the  work, while he floated around looking like his lunch wasn't sitting  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Remember though, I  went in basically blind.  Then again, maybe that's also why I didn't buy  the Bulma/Goofy Asian Dude romance.  It kinda came out of nowhere (and  that's a problem for a 90 minute runtime).  At the very least, I could have  used a horrible rom-com montage of clips of them riding tandem bikes and sharing  an ice cream cone to the tune of "So Happy Together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;But no.   Instead, I got random making out.  Making out plus 30% of nothing does not  make me want to stick around when the world, and more importantly my life, is  being threatened.  And I'm not even a generic comedic sidekick...er, I mean  thief with a heart of gold.  And just saying, but one prototypical  character subbed out for another still doesn't make him feel like a unique  character that wasn't just conceived during a game of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dungeons and  Dragons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Now, as I said, I  enjoyed the movie.  I just wished you'd pulled all the elements together a  little better.  Of course, that's assuming there's more to pull from  within the source material.  But I just can't believe Dragonball lore would  be so popular in the first place if this is all there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894172119-13042009"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Harsher than I  intended,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:'Arial Narrow';" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:'Arial Narrow';" &gt;Patrick  James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-7031229567081616818?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/7031229567081616818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-dragonball-evolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7031229567081616818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7031229567081616818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-dragonball-evolution.html' title='Dear Dragonball: Evolution,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SeOVU4SD4nI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rI1ScfAtmHs/s72-c/PiccoloFinal_RS-767155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5097012305120122358</id><published>2009-04-09T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:45:50.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Frankie Avalon,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sd4ZnN5dMtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zvaHwRmuZZM/s1600-h/frankie_avalon-715968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sd4ZnN5dMtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zvaHwRmuZZM/s320/frankie_avalon-715968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322719971134747346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Whenever I see you on TV I expect you to be shirtless and riding a surf board. Even though you're into your wonderful Golden Years. Weird. I know.&lt;p&gt;Truth be told, I can never hear your song "Venus" and not immediately think about Ami Dolenz walking down the stairs in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098308/" target="new"&gt;She's Out of Control&lt;/a&gt;. But it makes me love it all the more. I always regard it as one of my favorite songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If someone had told me that you were going to be on American Idol doing a guest performance. I wouldn't have believed them. Not in a million years. But then, I would have thought about it... Why shouldn't you be on American Idol?! You ARE an American Idol!! You and Annette were the Zac and Vanessa of your time! These kids would be lucky to follow in your footsteps. I mean even Taylor Hicks got to play "Teen Idol" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;, a part you were famous for, and he's the least talented of the bunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a relief to have an actual talented recording artist perform on AI. I would rather stab my eyes out with hot pokers than suffer through most of the guest artists on the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for gracing my DVR with your presence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5097012305120122358?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5097012305120122358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-frankie-avalon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5097012305120122358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5097012305120122358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-frankie-avalon.html' title='Dear Frankie Avalon,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sd4ZnN5dMtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zvaHwRmuZZM/s72-c/frankie_avalon-715968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-861822059431326315</id><published>2009-04-07T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:47:19.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Kal Penn,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;THE MOTHER OF ALL SPOILER ALERTS!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I, like many others, was totally floored by your death last night on House. It was a surreal experience, to watch the characters struggle to find the meaning behind what will seemingly remain a mystery.  I knew someone would commit suicide on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; this season, but I was really caught off guard when it happened this week, and more devastatingly, when it was your Kutner who pulled the trigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sdvwy_graCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cm2-3j2S6cE/s1600-h/kal-penn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sdvwy_graCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cm2-3j2S6cE/s320/kal-penn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322112143500994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I realized &lt;a href="http://ausiellofiles.ew.com/2009/04/house-exclusive.html" target="new"&gt;you were leaving the show to work in Washington DC with the Obama administration.&lt;/a&gt; I'm torn about this change of pace for you, though.  You're leaving a top-rated show on network TV, one of the few that has held somewhat steady despite the writer's strike. I hope that you're new career path works out for you, since the inclination is a noble one. I'd just hate to see you regret not sticking with this good thing when you had it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, you've got tons of money in the bank, a recognizable face, a cult hit movie to bring the residuals for years to come, and a passion to serve.  What better time to take a chance than during one of the most energizing political moments in history, coupled with the growing number of people needing help and representation?  Good for you, and we wish you the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just do me a favor, and don't decide less than a year from now that you don't like politics that much anyways, and join the pilot for some new show. It'd really impair my mourning process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simultaneously depressed and inspired,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-861822059431326315?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/861822059431326315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-kal-penn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/861822059431326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/861822059431326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-kal-penn.html' title='Dear Kal Penn,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sdvwy_graCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cm2-3j2S6cE/s72-c/kal-penn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-1849522327519756990</id><published>2009-04-03T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:38:38.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear LOST Writers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;¡SPOILER ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanted to personally thank you for making my little day with your last episode. As &lt;a href="http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-life-on-mars.html"&gt;mentioned previously&lt;/a&gt;, I love shows that deal with time travel. Lost has definitely fit this bill as of late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's not the reason you made my day. During the final moments of the episode "He's Our You" I was jumping up and down screaming, "Is Ben going to disappear Back To The Future Style!!?" Of course, I would get no such satisfaction. But then, during "Whatever Happened, Happened" as soon as I saw Hurley looking at his hand I knew exactly what was going to be talked about as I started to envision Marty McFly watching his own hand disappear on stage during The Enchantment Under The Sea dance. I can't tell you how excited I was to get a shout-out to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACK TO THE FUTURE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;*ahem* Sorry about that. And the subsequent "time fight" between Hurley and Miles was great. I mean, why ignore the paradox when you just address it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdYfZRhlAlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tHMJqrKjYcM/s1600-h/hurley+hand+BTTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdYfZRhlAlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tHMJqrKjYcM/s320/hurley+hand+BTTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320474528846250578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pure greatness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps. Please, bring back my beloved Desmond soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-1849522327519756990?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/1849522327519756990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-lost-writers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1849522327519756990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1849522327519756990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-lost-writers.html' title='Dear LOST Writers,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdYfZRhlAlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tHMJqrKjYcM/s72-c/hurley+hand+BTTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-6220675162436777547</id><published>2009-04-02T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:45:37.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Dear Vote for the Worst,</title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start with that simple proclamation before I go forward, because it is the truest thing I can say about you and the fine folks who run your site.  I enjoy your post-show analyses, the hilarious little caricatures of your pick each year, and the photoshopped wonders that accompany your features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I find myself every year, I cannot root for you or your pick to win.  Or even advance deep into the competition just for the sake of entertainment. Hell, I hated Megan from the first warble that I can recall, during Hollywood week, right until the last dung-heap of a performance was plopped out last night. America never chose her to the in the Top 13; the judges, and particularly her champion, Simon Cowell, took care of that for her.  Even after her abysmal performances in the Semifinals and Wild Card rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've been following almost daily to see what antics you'd come up with to describe her, as well as the other contestants and the judges, how you'd summarize the great waste of time that is an &lt;em&gt;America Idol&lt;/em&gt; results show, and basically just laugh my ass off all the way.  Year in and year out, I take the greatest pleasure in your snide and horrible (though usually just cruelly honest) sentiment about America's top rated show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdTv5G8ULiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V3v7RAcoD4/s1600-h/meganbirdsofprey-712310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140824226573858" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdTv5G8ULiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V3v7RAcoD4/s320/meganbirdsofprey-712310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="005212416-02042009"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I ever actually &lt;em&gt;vote for the worst&lt;/em&gt;? No, I don't.  The show is generally uninspiring enough that I don't bother voting at all, but if I do take the time and effort to reach out and dial, it is always for whatever legitimately impressed me.  Somewhere deep within, I really do want the best people to win, and I can't handle purposefully leading someone on into believing they are more beloved than they are. Or worse, watch someone like Megan know that they are the worst, know that they are advancing solely because they are the worst (that caw caw-ing last night sounded like a shout-out to me!) and then having them rub it in the faces of people who care about singing talent. It just rubs me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your next choice (I'm voting for Scott!), but I will testify now that my vote belongs with the good performances, or nowhere at all.  This confession is painfully, because of my love for the things you do, but it too is just the painful truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-6220675162436777547?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/6220675162436777547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-vote-for-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6220675162436777547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/6220675162436777547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-vote-for-worst.html' title='Dear Vote for the Worst,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdTv5G8ULiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V3v7RAcoD4/s72-c/meganbirdsofprey-712310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-1474878604752673676</id><published>2009-03-31T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:18:18.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Life on Mars,</title><content type='html'>Heading into your series finale, I have to let you know this: I've lost interest.&lt;p&gt;I tried, believe me.  My wife loves time-travel (&lt;i&gt;Quantum Leap&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/i&gt; being the most prominent), so we tuned in eagerly to watch when you debuted in the fall.  Even after word of your cancellation came down, we remained excited that at least the big mystery of how and why Sam went back in time would be answered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point though, I could care less.  It's going to feel more like an after-thought to the show, something I think of right after Michael Imperioli's righteous hair/'stache combo, and the underwhelming return of Lisa Bonet (and Gretchen Mol, for that matter).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdVjsvnRWfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XcACpQ31Om4/s1600-h/2934958717_cc53bacc34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdVjsvnRWfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XcACpQ31Om4/s320/2934958717_cc53bacc34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320268155154684402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around the time that you slot-switched to Wednesdays, you seem to have abandoned focus. The last three episodes or so have been especially strange.  I swear, even &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt; is not this confusing, with the moving island/time travel/smoke monster thing taken into account.  I had to actually rewatch the first 10 minutes of the last episode just to figure out what the hell was going on.  And ultimately, it was not worth my 20 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be sad to see you go, since Jason O'Mara is a pretty talented guy, and the rest of the ensemble is strong as well, but I just find myself feeling empty about the whole thing.  If love's opposite is indifference, then I'm afraid we're as far from being in love as can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tune in for your final episode, but more out of my stupid sense of obligation to see the series through to the end than because I'm still engaged. Perhaps this send-off will be just what the doctor ordered, and will serve up a helping of what the show always promised to be, but I'm afraid it'll be too late for me by then. As regards this show, I'm already terminal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flatlining,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-1474878604752673676?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/1474878604752673676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-life-on-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1474878604752673676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1474878604752673676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-life-on-mars.html' title='Dear Life on Mars,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SdVjsvnRWfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XcACpQ31Om4/s72-c/2934958717_cc53bacc34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5944278249894532920</id><published>2009-03-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:48:56.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'>Dear Marvel Comics,</title><content type='html'>I know that you've heard a lot of commentary on your price increases on certain "premium" titles of your line, but that doesn't mean you're not going to get another opinion...Because You Demanded It!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm aware that the people who's names we recognize like Joe Quesada and Axel Alonso and the like aren't really involved in the prices that their books sell for, they just edit the content.  No ill will directed at the editorial staff, or the writers and artists on the books that received the price-gouging either.  This is for the marketing (or whichever department is directly responsible) crew that decided it was more worthwhile to hang on to low performers than to cut their losses and move on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realize that every book has it's hundred of thousands of fans, even the ones that are not doing so well. And while it makes me sad when I book that I enjoy gets canned, as happened with my beloved &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mystique&lt;/span&gt; so long ago, I believe culling the weak is for the best.  That right, Marvel; I'm saying you should treat your business according to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apocalypse's Guide to Management (and Mutants)&lt;/span&gt;. Only the fittest can survive, which means that much-loved low performers should be culled to make way for the better sellers.  And while I realize this means parting ways with the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Runaways&lt;/span&gt;, it's really gone down-hill fast in the last year anyways.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This purging of the lowest sellers has been the business model at Marvel for years and years, so the change to this new technique is both unexpected and unappreciated, at least by this fan. I didn't have to like it when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hawkeye&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mystique&lt;/span&gt; were canceled, but I understood why it needed to happen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead, you've jacked up your cover prices on ten of the twenty-one Marvel titles that I'm currently buying.  Since this was explained as a move to boost the threshold books like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Captain Britain &amp; MI:13&lt;/span&gt;, I have to say I don't care for it. With the prices on so many of my books going up permanently by May, I have promptly dropped two of those ten from my pull list.  When the five mini-series that make up my current intake are gone, I'll see to it they are not replaced also.  This'll leave only &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Avengers, Thor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Runaways&lt;/span&gt; with a regular $3.99 price tag in my reading.  Please note that this means that instead of gaining an extra $10 from me every month, you'll be losing $7.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Runaways&lt;/span&gt; is particularly perplexing, as it should be one of the bubble-books protected by the increase on these other, highly performing titles, but I'm sure someone could explain that one to me as something else entirely.  Still, if it ends up on the cancellation line, as I feel certain it will without a creative invigoration, I'll be down to just two, and maybe even one.  I can buy the trades on some of these books, though I'm sure they will increase proportionately as well.  In the end, all you're doing to this reader is forcing me to do what the economy is encouraging me to do anyways: spend less money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's too bad for freshly debuting titles like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dark Avengers&lt;/span&gt; that are going to get to start out with the $3.99 tag, because I don't see interest sticking around while there's plenty of quality reading down in the $2.99 range.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman&lt;/span&gt; fans will find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ms. Marvel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dark Avengers&lt;/span&gt; will find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mighty&lt;/span&gt;, and so on.  Good luck to both of them, but you really should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbcV_COApGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vRHSvblsWZc/s1600-h/marvel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbcV_COApGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vRHSvblsWZc/s320/marvel.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311738458178364514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for sparing most of the X-line and the cosmic titles, for now, since they'll make up the new core of my reading.  Heck, maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nova&lt;/span&gt; will even get a bump from people ditching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Captain America&lt;/span&gt; (a very fine book) to pick up something of equal quality for a fairer price.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this experiment will be short-lived, and there will be much apologizing and reinstating of lower prices.  But, I'm sure the greedy folks in the corporate offices would never allow that to happen, so I'll just dwindle until I'm just following along with the online recaps.  So long, monthlies!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Despondently,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5944278249894532920?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5944278249894532920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-marvel-comics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5944278249894532920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5944278249894532920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-marvel-comics.html' title='Dear Marvel Comics,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbcV_COApGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vRHSvblsWZc/s72-c/marvel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5338269751970862746</id><published>2009-03-09T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:00:25.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dear Rihanna,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbWQJzaT7yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ao2h5ljvw8A/s1600-h/rihanna-bloody-lip-787473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbWQJzaT7yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ao2h5ljvw8A/s320/rihanna-bloody-lip-787473.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311309833647157026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I want to personally thank you for getting back with Chris Brown. Way to show the girls and young women of the world how to act responsibly in an adult relationship.&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s better than to let someone bludgeon your face then to maintain your relationship with them so that they could possibly do it again? I mean that shows your true love for the man (I use the word &amp;quot;man&amp;quot; loosely), and your commitment.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve all known Tina and Ike, and God knows we all love Tina! I mean, maybe (and probably) from all this you&amp;#39;ll get your own made for TV movie! And even maybe they&amp;#39;ll take some artistic licenses and let the actor playing Chris Brown beat the actress playing you with an umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh..&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s not forget to mention all the magazine sales you are responsible for. I mean this economy is tough. We need people like you to do completely stupid things so we can talk about them. I mean I wouldn&amp;#39;t even be writing this blog (p.s. click a link! mama needs a new handbag)! And don&amp;#39;t forget the people coming out of the woodwork to offer you FREE relationship advice! I mean people pay good money for that and they&amp;#39;re just throwing it at you! You&amp;#39;re so genius!&lt;p&gt;So many happy returns, Rihanna! May your remaining days with your loved one be as full of happiness and glee as the previous times have been. Maybe next time you&amp;#39;ll just show up to the awards ceremony post-attack so we can see the extent of your love for each other. How nice.&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Irma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5338269751970862746?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5338269751970862746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5338269751970862746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5338269751970862746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-rihanna.html' title='Dear Rihanna,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SbWQJzaT7yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ao2h5ljvw8A/s72-c/rihanna-bloody-lip-787473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5967775418064198506</id><published>2009-03-03T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:49:26.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Heroes,</title><content type='html'>When is the last time you've seen a geek? Really, I know that you go to conventions and promote your show in various ways that would require you to meet your audience and perhaps even a comic book shop employee here and there. Let me assure you, in case you are all blind, they do not look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sa1kZKmugiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mAlv6FdUic0/s1600-h/Outlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sa1kZKmugiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mAlv6FdUic0/s320/Outlook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309009919245976098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can appreciate the need to cast attractive people on TV, I think it's a little absurd that this guy even my wife thinks is hot was cast as a LCS worker (that's "Local Comic Shop for those not in the know). Especially because he was then required to be shot without a shirt on, thereby emphasizing his hotness (something devoid of the average LCS outside of the books themselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how about we not use him to tie another love story down to Claire? Does no one remember the West Debacle of season 2? Rest assured in your writers room that we do, and we have not forgiven. The only love story we're interested in seeing between Claire and her uncle (in fact, strike that one too, and teach the actors not to give googly eyes to each other; they're related, for God's sake!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I hope for the best for Aqualad and his useless power, I'm sure he only serves as cannon fodder to shore up some future doubt Claire might have about being a hero or fighting the good fight, or blah blah blah. It's all basically the same story over and over again with a few recasts each time, but hey, that's one of the things people like about their comics (and comics-related TV) in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summation, ditch the love story, fry the fish, and the next time cast someone working at a comic book shop, which I'm sure will be soon, since we've featured them heavily of late, try avoiding someone with a six-pack. It just stretches the imagination too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5967775418064198506?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5967775418064198506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-heroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5967775418064198506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5967775418064198506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-heroes.html' title='Dear Heroes,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/Sa1kZKmugiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mAlv6FdUic0/s72-c/Outlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5398735057608540576</id><published>2009-02-27T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:46:09.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Kris Allen,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SagQItkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y_Y8PxHL5MU/s1600-h/kris_allen-746738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SagQItkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y_Y8PxHL5MU/s320/kris_allen-746738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307509902714050898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm hoping you don't "change your ways." Unless it involves changing that weird sideways jaw thing you do when you go for the big note.&lt;p&gt;Way to go, Mr. Outta-Nowhere Contestant! I sat at home watching the Wednesday night show and when they introduced you Patrick and I turned to each other and said in unison, "Who?" I was ready to forget you. I'm pretty sure America was ready to forget you. Then we heard what you were going to sing, Man in the Mirror by THE Michael Jackson. I immediately thought out loud, "Oh man, this guy's a goner for sure." Especially right on the heels of Stephen Fowler's blunder while trying to take on the King of Pop. You remember Paula saying that "you don't touch" any of his songs. This is probably my favorite Michael Jackson song so you already had two strikes against you in my book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, Mr. Allen, you sang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pretty much watched you with my jaw resting on my lap. And I couldn't wait to hear what the judges would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget what Kara said! I'm sure she was just following suit of the  disasters that preceded your performance. Yours was definitely not any such thing. I fully agreed with the three O.G. judges when they said you nailed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night there was something very endearing about the way you were so seemingly sad to see that it would come down to you and Megan Corkery. It was like you looked at her and "knew" your fate was sealed because of how much all four judges liked her. I personally didn't vote for her because I thought she was boring and that weird semi-Chubby Checker style twist was completely annoying. I had faith America would think so too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So way to go! And for not listening when they basically said DON'T sing Michael! But I bet by that time it was too late anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. If I could offer one bit of advice... Stop that jaw thing. It's weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5398735057608540576?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5398735057608540576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kris-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5398735057608540576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5398735057608540576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kris-allen.html' title='Dear Kris Allen,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SagQItkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y_Y8PxHL5MU/s72-c/kris_allen-746738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5398140703490714057</id><published>2009-02-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:50:45.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dear Kayne West,</title><content type='html'>I will bring this blog the indignity of mentioning your name just this once to say a few simple words:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZDU9xAeuAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xyAw4rqXMvQ/s1600-h/kanye-west-400a071107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZDU9xAeuAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xyAw4rqXMvQ/s320/kanye-west-400a071107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300970919007533058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure you think it's cute or funny to say whatever comes to your pint-sized mind.  But I'm sure the Grammy committee didn't really think it was funny of you to introduce Best New Artist with commentary about how you were never nominated for that particular award.  Haven't they kissed your ungrateful ass enough by awarding you with prize after prize and providing you an outlet to perform live?  Thank God they were smart enough to refrain from booking you to "sing" something from your new album.  We were all spared.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would be worse is if you were just being dead serious.  This is annoyingly plausible, since you're an infamous ass.  This would make you immensely pompous, to decide that you need to interrupt your script to throw in some commentary dissing the very people who invited you to perform and speak. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you someday get the rude awakening that is so due to you.  You are the poorest role model imaginable.  I would go so far as to say that you make Britney Spears look like an ideal aspiration.  You encourage a generation of self-entitled young people to be even more self-involved, as well as rude, talentless and disrespectful at every possible turn.  It's really a shame that you're still famous.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, that's all I've got for you today, and hopefully this will be the last time I ever have to type your name.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wishing bad things on you (Kayne, not the readers of this blog),&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5398140703490714057?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5398140703490714057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kayne-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5398140703490714057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5398140703490714057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kayne-west.html' title='Dear Kayne West,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZDU9xAeuAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xyAw4rqXMvQ/s72-c/kanye-west-400a071107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-308546702953556159</id><published>2009-02-02T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:51:19.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'>Dear X-Men Editors,</title><content type='html'>STOP IT WITH THE MINI-SERIES ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fan in a tough economic time, I can't stand that you keep putting out so many freaking mini-series for me to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I'm not a big Wolverine fan, just an X-Men fan in general, so I'll skip all of his solo minis outright.  Still, this month that meant that I have purchased &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worlds Apart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Infernus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manifest Destiny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingbreaker&lt;/span&gt;.  The only reason I skipped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Boxes&lt;/span&gt; is because I can't  understand what the hell is happening in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astonishing X-Men&lt;/span&gt; in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more upsetting is that excluding only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manifest Destiny&lt;/span&gt;, all of these stories could have been told in the main books.  And they would all have been better than what is happening in the main books right now! Instead, you're asking me to spend an additional $3.99 each for what should have been in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncanny&lt;/span&gt; anyways instead of the S&amp;amp;M-tastic return of Madelyne Pryor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the fans deserve to know what's been happening since "The Rise and Fall of the Shi'Ar Empire" to the characters who were abandoned at the story's end without having to pick up two mini-series with a third looming on the horizon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War of Kings&lt;/span&gt;. We deserved some followup to "Quest for Magik" that didn't involve buying something extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYeifr-rx4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/T9x0Gc42Ei8/s1600-h/worldsapart1_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYeifr-rx4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/T9x0Gc42Ei8/s320/worldsapart1_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298382151889962882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wouldn't burn so incredibly badly in my wallet if the quality of these books was not so much higher than that of the core books.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worlds Apart&lt;/span&gt; felt like a story that would have been told in the eighties had circumstances been the same, and it would have been right in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncanny&lt;/span&gt;.  So what if it sidelines a few other characters for an arc?  That's what happens in a team dynamic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking for a slowdown to the number of stories being published because it's obvious a streamlining will help in quality. These contained stories seem to be infinitely more fascinating. Not to mention that, in recent memory, these mini-series seem to be more germinating to the next crop of creators than what's happening in the ongoing books.  The core books, now that there are three of them, should be plenty of space to tell the stories that need to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure you'll advertise three new mini-series tomorrow and totally ignore this post, but know that at some point, my budget is going to give and something is getting dropped *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coughAstonishingcoughLegacycough&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-308546702953556159?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/308546702953556159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-x-men-editors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/308546702953556159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/308546702953556159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-x-men-editors.html' title='Dear X-Men Editors,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYeifr-rx4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/T9x0Gc42Ei8/s72-c/worldsapart1_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-3748005789098511377</id><published>2009-01-23T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:49:46.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dear Academy of Motion Pictures, aka Oscars, aka People who Suck,</title><content type='html'>I don't even begin to know where to begin raining down my fury.  Your nominees were announced yestereday morning.  All I could think as I sat and watched was, "they really just don't care if people watch or not."&lt;p&gt;I'm all for being snooty and superior just for the sake of it, but it doesn't serve ABC very well when you don't nominate a single bank-breaking movie in a major category.  And no, Supporting Actor does not count as a major category.  In fact, it's usually the first or second award given out.  So no credit for including Heath and Robert Downey, Jr. for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It hurts to see The Dark Knight overlooked for both direction and picture, but I can't honestly say I'm surprised.  It's a genre film, and they don't fair well with people who only like to witness the Holocaust tragedies over and over again in their Best Pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be fair, I admit to being a little underwhelmed when I finally saw The Dark Knight, but it was very late in its theatrical run, so I decided I was just hyped too much by what I was reading.  And since I haven't actually seen any of the movies that did get nominated for Best Picture, I guess I can't really be too upset about that.  In fact, I'll probably enjoy that arrangement more eventually, since I'll spend the Saturday before the ceremony watching all the Best Picture nominees in a bladder-bursting marathon at my local AMC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZd4FNYMqCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mQCkqk7vWnc/s1600-h/dark-knight-and-wall-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZd4FNYMqCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mQCkqk7vWnc/s320/dark-knight-and-wall-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302839117137881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still, I can't forgive you for deciding that the ceremony need not be watched by the ignorant masses.  I like that you have taste, and would honestly prefer you maintain it.  But, throwing Wall-E or The Dark Knight or something with some cha-ching at the box office probably would have helped with the Nielsens.  Especially with ratings sagging across the board, and for your yearly gathering every year since Titanic.  So, you didn't have to let it win, but giving a big-money movie a major nod somewhere could have helped tremendously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, just to be straight, not angry with your selections in general, since I've seen maybe four movies this year and I knew House Bunny was never going to make it.  Just mad you've sabotaged yourselves again with the general public and decided to eventually give up and move to E! where I'll be forced to watch Kim Kardashian (aka Huge Ass, aka that other bitch famous for making a sex tape) interview Meryl Streep on the finer points of shimmying.  For shame, Academy.  I'd like to thank you not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whinily,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-3748005789098511377?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/3748005789098511377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-academy-of-motion-pictures-aka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3748005789098511377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3748005789098511377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-academy-of-motion-pictures-aka.html' title='Dear Academy of Motion Pictures, aka Oscars, aka People who Suck,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SZd4FNYMqCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mQCkqk7vWnc/s72-c/dark-knight-and-wall-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-5978712071170066612</id><published>2009-01-20T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:52:46.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dear Ralph Macchio,</title><content type='html'>Thank you for stepping out of the woodwork to publicly &amp;quot;lash out&amp;quot; at these stupid Hollywood film makers for continually RUINING films of old by &amp;quot;remaking&amp;quot; them.&lt;p&gt;I was first appalled when I heard there was going to be a live action Scooby Doo movie. I was even more enraged when I found out who the stars were going to be... And Linda Cardellini as VELMA?! She was/is far too attractive to be my favorite star of that cartoon! Velma was like me.. Short, awkward, unfashionable. But kudos to Ms. Cardellini for stickin&amp;#39; to her guns and getting the Dorothy Hamill wig. Nevertheless, I refused to have anything to do with that movie. It was my silent boycott of taking something I loved and pissing all over it.&lt;p&gt;I was equally disturbed recently when I heard about the Fraggle Rock live action movie. I have three letters for that.. W-T-F. Seriously? The list of things wrong with this is longer than I would ever want to transcribe in this meger blog.&lt;p&gt;And now... Ooooh Hollywood, now you&amp;#39;ve done it. You&amp;#39;re remaking The Karate Kid?! How could you! How could you even think about it! Pat Morita is probably spinning in his tiny grave at the thought. How will a young Jayden Smith&amp;#39;s character ever work on Mr. Miyagi&amp;#39;s house enough to get an old-school (amazing!) car? How will he ever go on a date with the girl from the valley and be cast aside because he&amp;#39;s from Recita? And what about the best part of the movie when Mr. Miyagi has to save Daniel from the group of guys that are savagly beating him after the Halloween party? How will that look like anything but some guy assalting some kids? Unless you condone that kind of thing. For shaaaaame, Hollywood!!&lt;p&gt;In an interview with MTV.com, you said:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It feels pretty good that some people are pretty angry that they&amp;#39;re trying to remake The Karate Kid. It feels good that the public feels you don&amp;#39;t touch certain things. Some times you go back to that, and probably shouldn&amp;#39;t.&lt;p&gt;From my personal view, the filling the void of what Mr. Miyagi was - and the magic of that character - is going to be the toughest task. I (also) don&amp;#39;t know where the romantic story-arc goes (with Smith&amp;#39;s Daniel) at that age.. &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Daniel-son.&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Irma&lt;p&gt;Ps. Hollywood, if you ever touch Back to the Future. I&amp;#39;ll cut you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-5978712071170066612?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/5978712071170066612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-ralph-macchio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5978712071170066612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/5978712071170066612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-ralph-macchio.html' title='Dear Ralph Macchio,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8075407020327775531</id><published>2009-01-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:53:26.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Midseason TV,</title><content type='html'>Welcome back!  And for the few newcomers I&amp;#39;m interested in, you&amp;#39;d better live up to the high standard set by the existing grouping of January programming.&lt;p&gt;Some of these shows have already debuted, such as Superstars of Dance, True Beauty and Momma&amp;#39;s Boys.  Each of these shows seemed promising, if only for the trainwreck/entertainment factor.  Sadly, each has disappointed and been either maddenly dumb, or just plain boring thus far.  Promos for True Beauty show potential for promise, but I&amp;#39;d give up on the other two if I were the kind of person who could do that midstream.  As it is, I&amp;#39;ll probably not return for a second season (though ratings indicate neither is a sure bet for a sophomore outing at all).&lt;p&gt;Upcoming things to look forward to still include some Joss Whedon love, in the form of his new show Dollhouse, starring Faith--er, Eliza Dushku as a cross between Alias&amp;#39;s Sydney Bristow and a fembot.  Also, Firefly and Serenity alum Nathan Fillion stars in the Bones-esque procedural Castle.  Both of these shows sound pretty enjoyable on the surface, but the total lack of commercials for both makes me a little nervous about their quality.  Especially given the shooting of a new pilot for Dollhouse and it&amp;#39;s lameduck programming slot on Friday nights paired with underperforming Sarah Connor Chronicles, this show seems destined for a short run if it doesn&amp;#39;t catch on quick.  Fillion alone should lift up the humor factor on Castle, but the premise is going to need some serious hook to compete with the existing oversaturation of procedural dramas. Hopefully, it&amp;#39;ll work out for him though.&lt;p&gt;The biggest news of the January TV premieres are the returning shows. While these other shows are/were unknown quantities, some of the most anticipated shows air only in the spring.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m ecstatic to hear that American Idol was tweaking it&amp;#39;s first several weeks this season, eliminating the endless nights of horrible performances and overconfident hacks in place of showing actually talented performers. The first half of Idol was always the part that appealed to me the least, and I&amp;#39;d actually skip it if I wasn&amp;#39;t so interested in seeing the complete journey of the people I&amp;#39;ll eventually get to vote for (though I imagine I&amp;#39;ll be uninspired to actually vote, as I have been ever since Chris Daughtry was given the boot and Taylor Hicks went on the win in the shows biggest farce of a season ever.)  I also love that Hollywood week will be extended, as it was my favorite part of the debut season of the show, and that the wildcard round is being brought back, as it proved effective with both RJ Helton (who placed 5th in season 1) and Clay Aiken.  This is an opportunity to give someone good a second chance to prove themselves after stumbling earlier in a high-pressure situation.&lt;p&gt;Medium is a small show that I used to describe as &amp;quot;the sign you know you&amp;#39;re a 50+ year old woman.&amp;quot;  However, during the writers strike last January, this is a show that my wife and I fell in love with. I love the sci-fi premise with the procedural/family drama mixed in. Since last season was really short, I didn&amp;#39;t get a full flavor of the show, but it was enough to whet my appetite for more in the weeks to come.&lt;p&gt;But the two biggest shows coming back for me are 24 and Lost, and I couldn&amp;#39;t feel more differently about the two of them.  24 is the show I used to LOVE and watch every week religiously, even during my busiest college days. However, it didn&amp;#39;t air at all last year and the year before that, I actually lost interest in the show in about hour 6, and never saw the end of the season widely dissed as the worst in the show&amp;#39;s history.  Lost, however, was the show I dismissed right away, without ever watching, as someone annoying and short-lived, that I didn&amp;#39;t have time to invest in.  Last year, as a result of this same writers strike, I decided to give the first season a shot. Roughly a year later, I&amp;#39;m completely hooked on this show and find myself compelled to watch every moment as soon as possible.  They won&amp;#39;t exactly be competing with each other since they air on different nights, but I find myself only really wanting to invest in my new love, perhaps casting Jack Bauer aside. A single lingering desire to watch 24 rests in the casting of Janeane Garofalo.  She&amp;#39;s a great treat to see in mostly anything, and I can&amp;#39;t wait for her dry, bitchy bite to dig in at CTU.&lt;p&gt;Even though my wife finds Lost&amp;#39;s Kate to be more annoying than Momma&amp;#39;s Boy&amp;#39;s Mrs. B, I&amp;#39;m anxious to get back to the island, I&amp;#39;ll be counting the days until I find out whether she gets to keep Aaron, or he goes back to his spontaneously insane birth-mother Claire.  And I can&amp;#39;t get enough of this January TV...except for you, Michael Flatley.&lt;p&gt;Excited,&lt;p&gt;Patrick James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8075407020327775531?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8075407020327775531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-midseason-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8075407020327775531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8075407020327775531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-midseason-tv.html' title='Dear Midseason TV,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-2274348899466214810</id><published>2009-01-05T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:53:57.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear DTV,</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;While I appreciate  the government making some bizarre attempt to improve the quality of my at-home  entertainment, I smell a conspiracy here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I have two TVs in my  house: one in my living room with a DVR box attached to it, and another in my  bedroom that I use predominantly to watch DVDs and the news as I'm getting ready  in the morning.&amp;nbsp; With DTV rolling in just a short month away, I'll be  unable to watch even my local news without some more hardware invading my  house.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;You see, the options  seem to be immensely limiting in regards to adjusting to this new technological  requirement.&amp;nbsp; I can either go and buy a converter box, or contact my local  cable provider and&amp;nbsp;buy another box from them.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, the  government has conspired with Time Warner to make certain that I pay them an  extra $10 for a second DVR box.&amp;nbsp; I mean, that really is the only option,  after all.&amp;nbsp; Why would anyone go and buy a converter box when you could just  extend the cable package you're already got?&amp;nbsp; Even with the coupons, I'm  not remotely interested in putting a big reminder of how old and decrepit my TV  is right next to it atop my dresser.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;So, I hope the  Washington bigwigs who decided to meddle in my TV watching life are going to get  a cut from the cable companies.&amp;nbsp; And it better be a sweet cut, too, for all  the dough I'm sure they've had to fork out on annoying commercials endlessly  reminding me that I'll need another box just to enjoy the  news.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The real tragedy  about the whole conspiracy though is the net result it will have on my free  time.&amp;nbsp; With two DVR boxes in my house, I'll be even more likely to entrench  myself in my DVR glut.&amp;nbsp; Not only can I setup the main box in the living  room for my first-rate, must-watch shows like &lt;EM&gt;Lost&lt;/EM&gt; or &lt;EM&gt;Heroes&lt;/EM&gt;,  but now I can setup the backup box to record third and fourth shows in an hour,  meaning more room for stuff I would otherwise have been able to convince myself  to avoid like the ever alluring &lt;EM&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/EM&gt; (guilty pleasure  sometimes, just plain annoying always).&amp;nbsp; So, if I disappear sometime in  Febraury never to be seen from again, and wither away into a horrible husk of my  former self until I perish in front of a &lt;EM&gt;Shear Genius &lt;/EM&gt;marathon, I want  the vigilante justice taken out on the US government.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=942215216-05012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Always an eye on the  future,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style" size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-2274348899466214810?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/2274348899466214810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-dtv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/2274348899466214810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/2274348899466214810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-dtv.html' title='Dear DTV,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8631101975306526810</id><published>2008-12-15T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:47:34.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Dear Obama/Biden Puppy Watchers,</title><content type='html'>It's very nice that an enormous amount of people are taking a deep interest in the fact that President-Elect Obama and VP-Elect Biden are in the market for a puppy. However....&lt;p&gt;Let me preface by saying I am all for rescuing puppies/dogs/cats/anything with a heartbeat. Take for instance my Boxer, Buster, that was rescued from a house where he was tormented by Rottweilers. Or my other wonderful Boston Terrier/Pug, Miko, who was almost sent to a rescue facility by a relative until I intervened. There's also my Hurricane Katrina survivor cat, Scapino, with a heart condition and third ear nubbin. And let's not forget the kitten, Sparrow, we recently acquired by way of a crate out of some ladies suburban.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But come on! Aren't you taking a bit far? Saying that these people would be "heartless" to do anything but go to a shelter and rescue a puppy? I mean, that's like saying... You're a worthless human being if you just decide to have a baby instead of adopting one. It's just ludicrous. I'm not saying they should be able to go to the closest puppy mill and pick them out a winner. But if they wanted a German Shepherd from the Rin-Tin-Tin line or a Siberian Husky descended from a Snow Dog why can't they do that? Seriously. I didn't hear anyone giving Paris Hilton grief when she bought a Chihuahua from Pets of Bel Air in LA. Even Barney Bush was a designer dog of sorts coming from a lineage. Buddy, Lucky, Rex, and so on and so on which of these came from your beloved shelters?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does it matter NOW? Why is it SO important? Can't you just let two little girls get the puppy they want without having to hope that you won't be mad at them for loving something you don't approve of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get over yourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8631101975306526810?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8631101975306526810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-obamabiden-puppy-watchers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8631101975306526810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8631101975306526810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-obamabiden-puppy-watchers.html' title='Dear Obama/Biden Puppy Watchers,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-4608283017100752770</id><published>2008-12-12T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:49:22.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Golden Globes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try to keep  this as short and sweet as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year, you  announce your picks for the best in TV and movies.  Aside from being  nothing more than a glorified cocktail party for all the Hollywood types who had  projects in the last year, or projects coming up in summer 2009, your sole  purpose is to forecast and influence the results of my beloved Oscars.   While I'm sure I'd take issues with many of your picks this year, as in years  past, I haven't been to the movies much this year (economy and all).  Thus,  I'm left to critique the more affordable of your picks: TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a devoted TV  watcher, and my DVR glut is well documented (see previous blog).  So, it is  with much sadness that I notice two glaring omissions from the nominees for  television honors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first of these  was, I thought, a given: Jim Parsons for his hilariously committed work as  Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory.  With CBS receiving only one nod (in the  very worthy Neil Patrick Harris), this snub is especially noticeable and  shameful.  You can be certain this Supporting Actor will receive his due  when the Emmys roll around.  His work is insanely funny, and instantly  quotable.  Oh, and much better than that of Jeremy Piven and the hoard of  other so-so talents occupying this overstuffed category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second oversight  is one I will take particularly hard, as she will not be eligible for this award  again: Kristin Chenoweth for the brilliantly plucky Olive on the (lamentably)  canceled Pushing Daisies.  Aside from this show being a real standout among  the comedy genre, with its fresh stories and outstanding casting, Olive is the  most fascinating character among them.  Only Chenoweth could have brought  such an energy and passion to the former horse jockey-turned-lovelorn PI in  training.  Also, as the only character not privy to Ned's secret, she's  allowed to take a comic tone at almost every turn without focusing on the gooey  drama between the lead characters.  Her vocal talents alone should vaunt  her to the top of this otherwise unimpressive heap (Melissa George =  blech!).  You've now missed your only chance at honoring this soon-to-be  missed highlight of TV in the post-strike swath of reality and other  crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can atone for  your sins with a respectful nod to Jim Parsons next year, as his show is sure to  be returning, but I wouldn't be too upset if Kristin Chenoweth arranged for a  certain former acquaintance to drop a house on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="894521619-11122008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disenchantedly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-4608283017100752770?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/4608283017100752770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-golden-globes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4608283017100752770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4608283017100752770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-golden-globes.html' title='Dear Golden Globes,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-1035767689547052459</id><published>2008-12-04T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:55:56.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear DVR,</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I've been reading a  lot about this this called "DVR guilt," a backlash problem people are having  with a build-up of television programming on their box that they just can't get  to.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A quick inventory  shows me I've got the entire season thus far of The Mentalist, and the entire  last season of The Pick-Up Artist (embarrassing, I know, but it's so  funny).&amp;nbsp; Also, there's three Without a Traces, a Dirty Sexy Money, three or  four LA Inks and Dr. 90210s, three Houses, and a Work Out marathon thanks to  Bravo.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there is a bunch of other things there as well, but these  are the biggest offenders.&amp;nbsp; We only just cleared down Dirty Sexy Money from  the whole season to just that one episode a week or so ago, and watched two  Pushing Daisies to catch up before the series (unfortunate)  finale.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Why can't I just let  go?&amp;nbsp; Even when the series isn't that good (Dirty Sexy Money) or as good as  it used to be (House)?&amp;nbsp; Because i'm invested, that's  why!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I like watching TV  from all spectrums of entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Everything from the highly honored  and respected to the downright ridiculous (ie Pick-Up Artist).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I  invest in the characters and I refuse to let go for the most part.&amp;nbsp;  Sometimes I'm willing to cut the cord if a show didn't blow me away off the bat,  or got bad reviews before I ever even started watching (Fringe).&amp;nbsp; But once  I'm hooked, I tend to stay there through all of the nightmarishly bad storylines  right to the bitter end.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Not everything,  though, can achieve my full attention the way that a new Amazing Race or Heroes  can.&amp;nbsp; Some things just have to take a back-burner.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes  those things will stay on the back-burner for quite a while.&amp;nbsp; But as long  as the heat is still on, and as long as I'm still interested, that sucker is  going to keep getting recorded.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Besides, this whole  point will be moot when DTV rolls around in february and forces me to get a  second DVR box in my bedroom so I can watch the news in the morning.&amp;nbsp; (And  maybe record a Lost or Charm School marathon while it's just sitting  there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=528364914-02122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;Cavalierly,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=1&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style" size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-1035767689547052459?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/1035767689547052459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-dvr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1035767689547052459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1035767689547052459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-dvr.html' title='Dear DVR,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-3930095922454088724</id><published>2008-08-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:56:34.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'>Dear X-Men Editors, Writers and Fans,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:120%;"  &gt;Where are all the  leading ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, you may be  saying to yourself, what do you mean, Patrick?  Every one of the main  X-Books features Emma Frost, and each of the ancillary books has its own female  at or near the forefront, from Psylocke in Exiles to Monet in X-Factor to X-23  in X-Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's not these  ancillary books I'm really talking about though.  What I am referring to is  the core X-Books, which I guess at this point is really Uncanny &amp;amp;  Astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In these books, you  have exactly one female X-Man who fans have known as one of the core X-Ladies:  Storm, in Astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No  Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  Rogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  Shadowcat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Storm shouldn't  really count, as she's tied to happenings in other books with her ridiculous  (and forced) marriage to Black Panther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like  long-time secondhand members are there to take the spotlight either, like the  aforementioned Psylocke, the oft-backgrounded Polaris, the Phoenix fill-in  Rachel Summers or the disco Dazzler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men of the X-Men  are getting some great attention by the current crop of writers, especially  characters like Colossus and Cyclops who need to be handled by a deft hand lest  they become caricatures.  But the girls that we all grew up with, depending  on which era you were born into comics during, are being entirely ignored.   No, ignored is not the correct word.  They've all been superseded by Emma  Frost, as though her presence is a catch-all for fans of all of these other  characters who will not get to play in the major league for whatever  reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that  Dazzler is supposed to be coming aboard sometime soon, and that is an  improvement.  However, let's take a look at some of the missing primetime  players and check in on them, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean - dead,  resurrected only to die again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue - dumped by  boyfriend, betrayed by ex, infected with horrendous virus, comatose, possessed  of the thoughts and powers of psychotic adoptive mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadowcat - trapped  in giant metal bullet, hurdling endlessly in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Gail Simone  should revive that Women in Refrigerators business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of this  being said, we fans need more of our favorite ladies back in the X-Books  flagship titles.  This does not mean I'd like to see Husk rejoin, or some  New Mutant like Magma step up and join.  I mean, I'd be okay with either of  those things as long as they were not replacing the women we've already grown to  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, bring  back the babes, or I'll let Phoenix here cleanse you from the  timeline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="885173215-28082008"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simmering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:120%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SUPZmiS1VjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FY58mje_ff0/s1600-h/UNCX500_DODSON_col_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SUPZmiS1VjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FY58mje_ff0/s320/UNCX500_DODSON_col_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279302444272408114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-3930095922454088724?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/3930095922454088724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-x-men-editors-writers-and-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3930095922454088724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3930095922454088724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-x-men-editors-writers-and-fans.html' title='Dear X-Men Editors, Writers and Fans,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SUPZmiS1VjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FY58mje_ff0/s72-c/UNCX500_DODSON_col_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-7584150622772190483</id><published>2008-07-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:50:22.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dear LifeStyles Condoms,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;I read a little  story today that you've decided to approach reigning teen queen Miley Cyrus to  be your lateast spokesperson.  Now, assuming this isn't just a silly  publicity stunt to get your name out there over the more prominent Spartan  competition, let's discuss why someone thought this was a good  idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;Miley Cyrus is a 15  year old girl who has vowed to save herself for marriage.  Now, while I can  respect your position that she should never speak too soon, I still think  there's a small perception problem with a minor promoting safe  sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;I agree that teens  can't just be taught abstinence and given a lollipop.  Clearly, that  doesn't work out so well, given the increase in teen pregnancies of late.   Still, we shouldn't have her inadvertently promoting sex among the  coming-of-age.  I know that promoting safe sex is not the same as promoting  sex in general, but the masses don't see it that way.  What they would see  if sweet little Hannah Montana encouraging her hordes of 13 year-old followers  to go out and buy some rubbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;A more wise choice  of wholesome Disney-spokesperson who appeals to the youngest in society awar of  what sex really is might be High School Musical's Vanessa Hudgens.  Thanks  to some little pictures, her innocence is pretty much over in the eyes of the  parents who still let their kids watch her movies.  However, she's also 18,  and old enough that she can promote safe sex without someone coming along and  accusing your company of encouraging statutary rape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;Now, I'm sure she'd  like to distance herself from the whole naked-pictures thing, but she's sorta  SOL on that, so this would be a good way for her to transition beyond her roots  and tell Zac she's really ready to take that next non-digital  step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="809463121-29072008"&gt;Just looking out for  you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-7584150622772190483?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/7584150622772190483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-lifestyles-condoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7584150622772190483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/7584150622772190483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-lifestyles-condoms.html' title='Dear LifeStyles Condoms,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-3158493647499813883</id><published>2008-07-09T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:58:07.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear American Gladiators,</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;I've been one  of the hugest fans of your comeback to network television, telling all of my  friends how great you are and enjoying every single commercial featuring your  new, edgier gladiators doing cross-promo work for &lt;EM&gt;My Dad is Better than Your  Dad&lt;/EM&gt; or &lt;EM&gt;Hellboy 2&lt;/EM&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I don't even really mind the fact that  many of the new gladiators seem to take entire stretches of the competition off  of work, even though they only work a few weeks a year as  gladiators.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt; Seriously, where was  Siren for the entire first half of the prelims?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;But the issue  I really can't stand behind you on is this:  catch-ups.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;That is, the  "exciting" part of the show where the slightly humorous announcer tells us we're  going to "catch up" on the events you chose not to show us.&amp;nbsp; This is where  I get to see some of my favorite events relegated week after week, like the  return of Skytrack.&amp;nbsp; I used to love this event when gladiators like Turbo  and the original Siren would hunt down contestants.&amp;nbsp; Now, since it's debut  as a "new" event, I think it's only aired in its entirety  once.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;Now, I can  appreciate that your program is alloted for a one-hour timeslot and you film  more than can be edited entertainingly into that time, I do.&amp;nbsp; But to only  see 2/3 of what makes up each contestants scores is just silly.&amp;nbsp; I want to  know how in God's name someone like little old lady Yoko could pull within a few  points of her 20-year old competition.&amp;nbsp; Instead, all of the events where  she scored were catch-ups, where I was given the option of watching online in  its entirety.&amp;nbsp; But why would I ever go online and watch again what I just  set my DVR to record and took approximatly 47 minutes to watch  already?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;So, either  decrease the number of events leading up to the eliminator (a terrible option,  since the events are what makes watching fun), or insist on a longer  timeslot.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps 90 minutes like Dancing with the Stars would suit your  contest better.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=051341915-01072008&gt;Either way,  this atrocity must be rectified before this fan falls out of love.&amp;nbsp; Also, I  must see Atlasphere immediately, and not in some commercials were I have to  watch Wolf attempt to act.&amp;nbsp; Correct these, and I will avoid breaking off  our happy affair.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;Flustered,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=051341915-01072008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style" size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Patrick  James&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-3158493647499813883?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/3158493647499813883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-american-gladiators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3158493647499813883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/3158493647499813883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-american-gladiators.html' title='Dear American Gladiators,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8273903487070333734</id><published>2008-06-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:43:01.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Dear Greedy People Like Me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, if some of you out there are like me and absolutely want all those cool gadgets you see online. I found the best thing ever. (Now, I'm talking about this like it's &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;/i&gt;new. It's not. It's rather old. However, still rockin' awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thethingsiwant.com/" target="new"&gt;www.TheThingsIWants.com&lt;/a&gt; is great for having one mega wishlist instead of several on different sites. You can make several different kinds of lists too! So, if you're into having a Bridal Registry as well as a Birthday Wishlist .. A baby registry.. etc..etc. This is the site for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And what's best about it is that to use this nifty little site, it comes with a nifty little tool! All you have to do is add a bookmark to your Bookmark Toolbar and the next time you're looking at something and think, "Oh man! I totally want that. Someone should buy that for me." You just click it and viola! It's added to your wishlist. Of course, the site gives you a complete step-by-step instruction on how to do all this. So, that's good for you &lt;i&gt;non-savvy&lt;/i&gt; greedy&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: Using this awesome site may become addicting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Irma&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thethingsiwant.com//pure/home_homebox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.thethingsiwant.com//pure/home_homebox.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8273903487070333734?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8273903487070333734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-greedy-people-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8273903487070333734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8273903487070333734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-greedy-people-like-me.html' title='Dear Greedy People Like Me,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-1046300098420453385</id><published>2008-06-26T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:59:07.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dear Sony,</title><content type='html'>Since you've decided  to go ahead and announce a release date for Spider-Man 4, I think it's time we  talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, don't  you think it's silly to get fans all excited when nothing has really been  decided at this point except that the people in your office would like to make  another movie?  And why wouldn't you, with such a meaty cash-cow on your  hands?  But I must say, without a script, director, or cast, I'm a little  upset that you'd put fans through this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to be  optimistic about all of this, since I'm a big fan of the character and thought  the first two movies were fantastic (lets disregard the third one having been  made, for Venom's sake), but I'm feeling about as confident as star Tobey  Maguire is sure about returning for a fourth feature.  Without both him and  Raimi, this film will be a mistake.  And mark my words, there will be  backlash if you try to make it without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, you'll still  make money, but isn't there some part of you that wants to make a quality  film?  And in a film franchise like the one that has been created for  Marvel's most relatable hero, consistency is everything.  Just look at what  happened to the X-Men franchise under a change in  leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That all being said,  I'd like to hope that this announcement is serving as some kind of rallying call  for the creative minds behind these movies and get them in the spandex again for  one final hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just please, leave  the strange dance sequences and Gwen Stacy behind...we will all appreciate you  for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="565225021-26062008"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="565225021-26062008"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="565225021-26062008"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SGZdclyPWoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bMk-ZLKsmIU/s1600-h/spiderman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SGZdclyPWoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bMk-ZLKsmIU/s320/spiderman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216959964115851906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-1046300098420453385?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/1046300098420453385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-sony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1046300098420453385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/1046300098420453385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-sony.html' title='Dear Sony,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SGZdclyPWoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bMk-ZLKsmIU/s72-c/spiderman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-4735170786224351882</id><published>2008-06-26T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:59:58.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Dear Brangelina,</title><content type='html'>I don't care how much money you ever give to Starving Uneducated Third World Cripples with no arms. I'm never going to like you. You're both evil on the inside and no amount of money will ever make up for that. So you can give and give and adopt you're very own multi-colored Brady Bunch, but you'll never be GOOD people.&lt;p&gt;You'll still be a homewrecker, Angelina. You'll still be a cheating husband, Brad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might as well save your money for when you'll old and decrepit so you can save your money makers. Because it's not like your acting is getting better anytime soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Irma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-4735170786224351882?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/4735170786224351882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-brangelina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4735170786224351882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/4735170786224351882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-brangelina.html' title='Dear Brangelina,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199153353245889739.post-8518819862440490308</id><published>2008-06-20T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:02:58.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Internet,</title><content type='html'>Get ready for the awesomeness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4199153353245889739-8518819862440490308?l=dearpopculture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/feeds/8518819862440490308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8518819862440490308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4199153353245889739/posts/default/8518819862440490308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearpopculture.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-internet.html' title='Dear Internet,'/><author><name>PnI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957327723818701044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESchb4e7aG4/SYecMOA1jII/AAAAAAAAANo/gtrdhHYxM4Y/S220/we%27re+awesome2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
