<?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-20453497</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:08.710-04:00</updated><category term='parenting'/><category term='children'/><category term='George Carlin'/><category term='advice'/><category term='irony'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='odd observations'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>It Bears Repeating</title><subtitle type='html'>Quote it.  Note it.  Share it.  Repeat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-6537419555010812739</id><published>2008-05-18T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:35:38.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Curious George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;I've loved Curious George all my life.  First, he is a monkey, and monkeys are inherently fascinating and hip.  Second, he is curious.  Gets himself into trouble galore, but never because he's truly "naughty," but rather because he is just plain curious.  Then again, his curiosity is what makes him lovable and memorable.  Without it, he'd just be George, a primate being illegally housed by a rather strange fellow who insists on wearing only yellow.  The curiosity makes him an icon.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wouldn't place myself in "icon" status (yet--I mean, c'mon, I'm not even 30 yet), but I do relate to that little monkey in the boundless curiosity and fascination he had with the world and creatures around him.  And I'm in good company, as Frederic Premji at BlogMotivation points out in his &lt;a href='http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/04/22-great-quotes-on-curiosity/'&gt;22 Great Quotes On Curiosity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote/&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/20453497-6537419555010812739?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6537419555010812739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=6537419555010812739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/6537419555010812739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/6537419555010812739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-curious-george.html' title='I Am Curious George'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-4675888345864116982</id><published>2008-03-07T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:27:41.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday! That means it's a double-quote day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Optimist: "I have no friends, no family, no money, no food, no job, no credit, no luck, no hope, and no future. However, I do have matches, toothpicks, chewing gum, paper clips, rubber bands, shoelaces, and Scotch Tape. Maybe things aren't so bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never buy two different garments of the same type at the same time, such as two sport shirts. Inevitably, you will like one better than the other and you will choose to wear it every time. The second one will always remain second choice and it will stay in the closet, coming out only occasionally, when you hold it in front of you at arms' length and decide not to wear it. Here's how you handle this problem: Exercise a little discipline at the store and buy just one shirt. Then, if you like it, wait a month and buy another. That's it. Next, I'm gonna work on nuclear proliferation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I especially like this quote because &lt;em&gt;it is so true&lt;/em&gt;. Whether it's jeans, notepads, hair clips, socks... if I buy more than one, I always end up favoring one of them and using it far more than the other, which means I could've saved the money from the second one and just bought the first, favored one. But there are a few occasions when the second one is the favored one--so then what?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-4675888345864116982?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4675888345864116982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=4675888345864116982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/4675888345864116982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/4675888345864116982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-friday-that-means-its-double-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-5889631916138434005</id><published>2008-03-06T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:27:26.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes, when I'm told to use my own discretion, if no one is looking I'll use someone else's. But I always put it back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-5889631916138434005?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5889631916138434005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=5889631916138434005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5889631916138434005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5889631916138434005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-when-im-told-to-use-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-3230511327519739301</id><published>2008-03-05T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:33:11.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whenever I see a large group of people, I wonder how many of them will eventually require autopsies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-3230511327519739301?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3230511327519739301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=3230511327519739301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3230511327519739301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3230511327519739301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/whenever-i-see-large-group-of-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-3663909596370693674</id><published>2008-03-04T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:32:45.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A good motto to live by: 'Always try not to get killed.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-3663909596370693674?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3663909596370693674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=3663909596370693674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3663909596370693674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3663909596370693674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-motto-to-live-by-always-try-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-7667255075232205497</id><published>2008-03-03T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:14:56.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A children's museum sounds like a good idea, but I would imagine it's not easy to breathe inside those little glass cases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-7667255075232205497?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7667255075232205497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=7667255075232205497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7667255075232205497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7667255075232205497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/childrens-museum-sounds-like-good-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-311635638918518610</id><published>2008-03-02T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:53:27.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week we will be enjoying the wit and (sometimes questionable) wisdom of George Carlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of parental bumper stickers he'd like to see:&lt;br /&gt;" 'We are the proud parents of a child whose self-esteem is such that he doesn't need us promoting his minor scholastic achievements on the back of our car.' That would be refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;'We are the proud parents of a child who has resisted his teacher's attempts to break his spirit and bend him to the will of his corporate masters.' A little Marxist, but what's wrong with that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-311635638918518610?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/311635638918518610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=311635638918518610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/311635638918518610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/311635638918518610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week-we-will-be-enjoying-wit-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-3749830037900648107</id><published>2008-01-01T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:55:14.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you had your Denny Crane / Alan Shore moment today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Chase: Uh, I think that's my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shore: Yes, I did see someone's things here.  I moved them to a less desirable location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: I outrank you.&lt;br /&gt;Alan: And I'm such a slut for authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny Crane: May I express a thought, because I so rarely get one... and I should preface this by saying that I'm so far up the ass of big business I view the world as one giant colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny:  Now, Alan, if all else fails and you think you've lost, pretend you've won!  Works for our President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan: Let me tell you two things about myself.  I too am a lawyer, I can be painfully vindictive, and I do not play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Lester Tremont: That's three things.&lt;br /&gt;Alan: See? Not playing fair already.  And I'm just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan: You know, we have a little saying in Massachusetts: "Maybe someday you'll get horribly sick and die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Sean O'Byrne: I find it insulting to be lectured by an American about the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Denny: Watch it, Judge.  We're a superpower.  Don't make us add you to the axis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny:  Did something happen?  ... Was I in the room when it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Heep: Is that fair?&lt;br /&gt;Alan: I don't understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny: Ban red meat--that cannot pass constitutional mustard.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Schmidt: The word is "muster," Denny, but you're right, the law lacks condiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny:  You hear the one about the fella who died, went to the pearly gates? St. Peter let him in.  Sees a guy in a suit making a closing argument.  Says, "Who's that?"  St. Peter says, "Oh, that's God. He thinks he's Denny Crane."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-3749830037900648107?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3749830037900648107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=3749830037900648107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3749830037900648107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/3749830037900648107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-had-your-denny-crane-alan.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-5667319657719215369</id><published>2007-10-01T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:18:44.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ferrets are for people who can't commit to an animal and they just want something that looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Turner, on WBYR 98.9 FM's morning show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-5667319657719215369?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5667319657719215369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=5667319657719215369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5667319657719215369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5667319657719215369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/10/ferrets-are-for-people-who-cant-commit.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-7757357276625068922</id><published>2007-05-14T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:58:20.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the physical presence of scratchable vinyl or unspoolable tapes, or the extremely kitten-vulnerable compact disc, is what gave us -- particularly Metallica -- the idea that sounds are something you can hold in your hand. I think that's why kids don't get intellectual property fighting, because songs don't exist in three dimensions again, which means the argument takes place across a line that's impossible to explain, and results in the parties talking about two different things entirely. As ever, I side with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/staff.html?show=1187"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s American Idol 6: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/articles/content/a13078/index-5.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top 4 Performances Recap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-7757357276625068922?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7757357276625068922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=7757357276625068922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7757357276625068922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7757357276625068922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-physical-presence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-5057725991587331496</id><published>2007-04-29T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:59:23.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bjork is music for people who think they're supposed to like hip, trendy stuff but don't know the first thing about quality music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://slowlygoingbald.com/"&gt;Dan Carlson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-5057725991587331496?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5057725991587331496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=5057725991587331496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5057725991587331496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/5057725991587331496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/04/bjork-is-music-for-people-who-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-1082284579162589725</id><published>2007-04-15T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:30:14.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBCHWFD8wis/RiJhAneOxhI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qi83rUIRWJw/s1600-h/Supremacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBCHWFD8wis/RiJhAneOxhI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qi83rUIRWJw/s400/Supremacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053708395086792210" 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/20453497-1082284579162589725?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1082284579162589725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=1082284579162589725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/1082284579162589725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/1082284579162589725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EBCHWFD8wis/RiJhAneOxhI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qi83rUIRWJw/s72-c/Supremacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-7322670828384360974</id><published>2007-04-12T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:36:54.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--John Cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-7322670828384360974?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7322670828384360974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=7322670828384360974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7322670828384360974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/7322670828384360974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-question-i-ask-myself-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-6501654086472918104</id><published>2007-03-27T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:37:07.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure about people anymore.  They're responsible for some pretty nutty stuff.  Individuals I'm crazy about though.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Berkeley Breathed, cartoonist and creater of Opus (Starbucks "The Way I See It" #199)&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/20453497-6501654086472918104?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6501654086472918104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=6501654086472918104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/6501654086472918104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/6501654086472918104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-sure-about-people-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-116044275638277522</id><published>2006-10-09T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:12:36.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've heard all the whining, okay?  What I haven't heard are results.  And until I hear 'em, I'm just talking to a well-connected joke in an Armani suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sebastian "Shark" Stark (James Woods), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-116044275638277522?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/116044275638277522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=116044275638277522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/116044275638277522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/116044275638277522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-heard-all-whining-okay-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115802239042568751</id><published>2006-09-11T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:53:10.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/400/seal.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/20453497-115802239042568751?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115802239042568751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115802239042568751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115802239042568751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115802239042568751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115793793061027989</id><published>2006-09-10T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:25:30.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worthwhile. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter.&lt;br /&gt;--Aleister Crowley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115793793061027989?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115793793061027989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115793793061027989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793793061027989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793793061027989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-read-newspaper-is-to-refrain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115793783324081198</id><published>2006-09-10T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:23:53.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just goes to show you that there's little correlation between IQ and success in lemonade sales.&lt;br /&gt;--David Gould, contestant from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;, Season 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115793783324081198?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115793783324081198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115793783324081198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793783324081198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793783324081198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-goes-to-show-you-that-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115793763307133102</id><published>2006-09-10T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:20:33.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I see, this is what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see, why the hell it means so much to me...&lt;br /&gt;--KT Tunstall, "Suddenly I See"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115793763307133102?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115793763307133102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115793763307133102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793763307133102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115793763307133102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/09/suddenly-i-see-this-is-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115465219748940534</id><published>2006-08-03T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:43:17.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115465219748940534?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115465219748940534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115465219748940534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115465219748940534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--George Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115306687409608470?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115306687409608470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115306687409608470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115306687409608470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115306687409608470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-is-happy-as-result-of-ones-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-115010791695612589</id><published>2006-06-12T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:25:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-115010791695612589?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/115010791695612589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=115010791695612589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115010791695612589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/115010791695612589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/06/secret-to-creativity-is-knowing-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114805468168307080</id><published>2006-05-19T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:04:41.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grades don't matter to me as long as I got rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Tim Norris, 05/18/2006, at the Black &amp;amp; White Ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114805468168307080?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114805468168307080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114805468168307080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114805468168307080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114805468168307080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/05/grades-dont-matter-to-me-as-long-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114695971549167814</id><published>2006-05-06T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:55:15.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like meeting people who think they're better than me.  I say to them, "I can tolerate you for as long as I need to."   Nobody's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 05/06/2006, explaining why meeting new and potentially "hoity-toity" people doesn't faze her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114695971549167814?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114695971549167814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114695971549167814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114695971549167814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114695971549167814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-meeting-people-who-think-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114658743264878720</id><published>2006-05-02T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:30:32.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That really takes guts to do that all over the same plate of Eggo waffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Katie Peterson, 05/01/2006, watching &lt;/span&gt;The Apprentice (Season 5)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, commenting on Lee's roaming from room to room and scheming (very successfully!) with each of his three remaining teammates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114658743264878720?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114658743264878720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114658743264878720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114658743264878720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114658743264878720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-really-takes-guts-to-do-that-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114619692892609385</id><published>2006-04-28T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:02:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sweetest revenge is success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114619692892609385?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114593735786181767</id><published>2006-04-24T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:59:49.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As finals approach and brings with it the urge to outline, make flashcards, and stress about the one-shot-determines-it-all exam at the end of the tracks... I thought a brief quotation tribute to grades was in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade me... look at me... evaluate and rank me!  Oh, I'm good, good, good, and oh so smart!  GRADE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Lisa Simpson, &lt;/span&gt;The Simpsons&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; episode 2F19, "The PTA Disbands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Hammond said it was fine for me to miss class 'cause I'm already getting an A.  So just as you suspected, Mom, I am better than everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Eric Forman (Topher Grace) on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, Episode 27 Season 4, "Love Wisconsin Style"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I try to be a straight-A student?  If you are, then you think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Billy Joel, "It's Still Rock And Roll To Me&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114593735786181767?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114593735786181767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114593735786181767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114593735786181767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114593735786181767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-finals-approach-and-brings-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114585258878314238</id><published>2006-04-24T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:23:08.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a giant block of whatever is most difficult for you to carry and trust me on this, you'll carry it more times than you can count until you decide that's exactly what you want to do most and then it won't weigh a thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Brian Andreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114585258878314238?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114585258878314238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114585258878314238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114585258878314238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114585258878314238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-giant-block-of-whatever-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114585248331334879</id><published>2006-04-24T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:21:23.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never been so grateful for another person's headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Katie, 09/16/2004, upon seeing someone in a public location with whom she didn't particularly care to chat at that very moment, but noticing that said person was wearing headphones and thus wasn't actually noticing that Katie was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114585248331334879?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114585248331334879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114585248331334879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114585248331334879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114585248331334879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-never-been-so-grateful-for-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114563290723255080</id><published>2006-04-21T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:21:47.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing is, [your clients] don't need to respect the profession.  They just need to respect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Thomas Eisele (Vice President, General Counsel, &amp;amp; Secretary of NIBCO, Inc.), 04/20/2006, on dealing with some clients' perception of lawyers and the legal profession in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114563290723255080?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114563290723255080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114563290723255080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114563290723255080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114563290723255080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/thing-is-your-clients-dont-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114551053387499273</id><published>2006-04-20T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:22:13.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude!  Doug totally just threw up on Nelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Nathan Winger, 09/16/2004, in Business Associations class with Professor Huss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Full Explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:  Doug Shaw, seated a couple rows ahead of us, had sort of coughed and leaned toward Jeromy Cannon, whom we nicknamed "Nelly" in reference to the rap artist Nelly's song #1 (because, you know, Jeromy is so totally #1 in our law school class)... and as Doug coughed, Jeromy sort of hopped in his chair over away from Doug, and it really did look like Doug might have almost puked.  I have never had to try to hard not to burst out laughing in class as I did after I saw that--and then Nathan excitedly leaned toward me and made the above exclamation, and I had to put my head down on the desk and regain my composure, I was laughing so hard.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114551053387499273?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114551053387499273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114551053387499273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551053387499273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551053387499273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/dude-doug-totally-just-threw-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114551030547426311</id><published>2006-04-20T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:18:25.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're going to party.  Or we'll relax with a good amount of gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Nathan Winger, 08/08/2004, describing his goal to work hard and play hard in the coming semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114551030547426311?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114551030547426311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114551030547426311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551030547426311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551030547426311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-going-to-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114551019359082110</id><published>2006-04-19T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:16:33.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Times have not become more violent.  They have just become more televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114551019359082110?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114551019359082110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114551019359082110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551019359082110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114551019359082110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/times-have-not-become-more-violent.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114523998578367826</id><published>2006-04-16T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:13:05.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failure is not the only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Jules Renard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114523998578367826?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114523998578367826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114523998578367826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114523998578367826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114523998578367826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/failure-is-not-only-punishment-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114515210297559352</id><published>2006-04-15T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:48:22.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Jerome K. Jerome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114515210297559352?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114515210297559352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114515210297559352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114515210297559352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114515210297559352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/idleness-like-kisses-to-be-sweet-must_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114503071629365013</id><published>2006-04-14T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:05:16.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each society believes it is on the knife-edge of knowledge and looks back with pity on peoples of earlier times because of their ignorance.  We forget that future generations will look back on us the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Marilyn Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114503071629365013?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114503071629365013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114503071629365013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114503071629365013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114503071629365013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/each-society-believes-it-is-on-knife.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114503064405803090</id><published>2006-04-14T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:04:04.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a long lesson in humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--James M. Barrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114503064405803090?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114503064405803090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114503064405803090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114503064405803090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114503064405803090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-long-lesson-in-humility.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114481674499926070</id><published>2006-04-12T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:39:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not a person who thinks he can have it all, but I certainly feel that with a bit of effort and guile I should be able to have more than my fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114481674499926070?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114481674499926070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114481674499926070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114481674499926070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114481674499926070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-person-who-thinks-he-can-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114479373466842464</id><published>2006-04-11T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:15:34.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were a [potential] member of a jury, I'd have used a peremptory by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--blog commenter "Mythago" in response to another commenter's demand that he be addressed as though he were a member of a jury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114479373466842464?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114479373466842464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114479373466842464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114479373466842464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114479373466842464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-were-potential-member-of-jury.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114472885897944641</id><published>2006-04-11T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:14:18.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two times two is not four.  It is nine.  Actually, everything is nine except seventeen.  Seventeen is actually six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114472885897944641?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114472885897944641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114472885897944641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114472885897944641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114472885897944641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-times-two-is-not-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114472880710725624</id><published>2006-04-11T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:13:27.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The concepts of love and power have usually been contrasted as opposites. . . . What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Martin Luther King, Jr., in a 1967 speech to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114472880710725624?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114472880710725624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114472880710725624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114472880710725624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114472880710725624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/concepts-of-love-and-power-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114463685538517273</id><published>2006-04-09T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:40:55.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The man who wears no masks need never struggle to remember by which face another many remember him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114463685538517273?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114463685538517273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114463685538517273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114463685538517273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114463685538517273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-who-wears-no-masks-need-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114377977048233473</id><published>2006-03-30T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:36:10.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't get sorry; try to get&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Judge Judith Sheindlin's response to a rather dim-witted defendant who said "Sorry" instead of answering her questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114377977048233473?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114377970745561225</id><published>2006-03-30T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:35:07.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not one of those who in expressing opinion confine themselves to facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114377970745561225?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114377970745561225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114377970745561225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114377970745561225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114377970745561225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-not-one-of-those-who-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114377964882194862</id><published>2006-03-30T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:34:09.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is that even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Nathan's retort to my jest that he "knows absolutely nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114377964882194862?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114377964882194862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114377964882194862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114377964882194862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114377964882194862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-is-that-even-possible-nathans.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114295418234853705</id><published>2006-03-21T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:16:22.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had to choreograph, it was definitely like walking on the moon for the first time.  But it wasn't . . . the butt of a mule.  I was kissing a human being with a soul.  And part of the magic of acting is, you harness the infinte power of belief.  You know when you see the preachers down South?  And they grab a beliver and they go, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bwoom!&lt;/span&gt;  I touch you with the hand of God!" and they believe so strongly they're on the ground shaking and spitting.  And fuck's sake, that's the power of belief.  Now, I don't believe in Jesus, but I believe in my performance.  And if you can understand that the power of belief is one of the greatest tools of our time and that a lot of acting comes from it, you can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Heath Ledger, on making love 0n-screen to his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; co-star Jake Gyllenhaal (in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; interview written by David Lipsky, appearing in the March 23, 2006, edition of the magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114295418234853705?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114295418234853705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114295418234853705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114295418234853705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114295418234853705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-had-to-choreograph-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114295393378318801</id><published>2006-03-21T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:12:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Francois de la Rochefoucauld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114295393378318801?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114295393378318801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114295393378318801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114295393378318801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114295393378318801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-who-lives-without-folly-isnt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114260243004219768</id><published>2006-03-17T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:33:50.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, there are four words I need to hear before I go to sleep.  Four little words:  "Good night, sweet girl."  That's all it takes.  I'm easy, I know, but a guy who can muster up those four words is a guy I want to stay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Andera (Uma Thurman),  &lt;/span&gt;Beautiful Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114260243004219768?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114260243004219768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114260243004219768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114260243004219768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114260243004219768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-there-are-four-words-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114260216297665067</id><published>2006-03-17T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:29:22.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Historically, the claim of consensus has been the first refuge of scoundrels; it is a way to avoid debate by claiming that the matter is already settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Michael Crichton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114260216297665067?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114260216297665067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114260216297665067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114260216297665067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114260216297665067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/historically-claim-of-consensus-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114231245192514754</id><published>2006-03-14T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:00:51.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes what's right isn't as important as what's profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Trey Parker &amp;amp; Matt Stone, creators of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;South Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114231245192514754?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114231245192514754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114231245192514754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114231245192514754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114231245192514754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-whats-right-isnt-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114209811449658455</id><published>2006-03-11T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:28:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will.  A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you been drinking Jack and Coke all morning.  She can make you feel high with the single greatest commodity known to man--promise.  Promise of a better day.  Promise of a greater hope.  Promise of a new tomorrow. . . . The supermodels, Willy?  That's all they are.  Bottled promise.  Scenes from a brand new day.  Hope dancing in stiletto heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Paul Kirkwood (Michael Rapaport), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114209811449658455?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114209811449658455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114209811449658455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114209811449658455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114209811449658455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/supermodels-are-beautiful-girls-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114200342245618551</id><published>2006-03-10T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:10:22.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that even if I am Satan and an adulterous bitch, that I still might be the love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Dr. Addison Shepard (Kate Walsh), &lt;/span&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "Deny, Deny, Deny"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114200342245618551?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114200342245618551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114200342245618551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114200342245618551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114200342245618551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-you-ever-thought-that-even-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114195436034892778</id><published>2006-03-09T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:32:40.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the Wachowski update, England is a police state ruled by Chancellor Stuler, a fear-mongering, gay-bashing, Islam-hating dictator who strips citizens of their civil rights and religious freedoms in exchange for protection from bioweapons of mass destruction.  Some see parallels here to BushWorld.  Come on.  The chancellor. . . can't be W--he's hyperarticulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Peter Travers, in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; review of the new Wachowski brothers movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114195436034892778?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114195436034892778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114195436034892778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114195436034892778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114195436034892778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-wachowski-update-england-is-police.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114192160347432044</id><published>2006-03-09T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:26:43.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People used to ask June Carter how she was doing, and she used to say, "I'm just trying to matter."  And I know what she means.  You know, I'm just trying to matter, and live a good life, and make work that means something to somebody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Reese Witherspoon, in her acceptance speech at the 78th Academy Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that, you know, we are a little bit out of touch in Hollywood every once in a while.  I think it's probably a good thing.  We're the ones who talked about AIDS when it just being whispered, and we talked about civil rights when it wasn't really popular. . . . This Academy, this group of people, gave &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hattie_McDaniel"&gt;Hattie McDaniel&lt;/a&gt; an Oscar in 1939 when blacks were still sitting in the backs of theaters.  I'm proud to be a part of this Academy.  Proud to be a part of this community, and proud to be out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--George Clooney, in his acceptance speech at the 78th Academy Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard.  At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought.  Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it.  I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--from the movie &lt;/span&gt;Billy Madison&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://mbracke.blogspot.com/2006/03/federal-judge-quotes-billy-madison.html"&gt;used in a footnote by a Federal Judge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114192160347432044?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114192160347432044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114192160347432044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114192160347432044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114192160347432044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-used-to-ask-june-carter-how-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114101032838668908</id><published>2006-02-26T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:21:28.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Real security is not knowing something when you don't know it.&lt;p&gt;Real security cannot be bought or arranged or accomplished with bombs. It is deeper.  It is a process.  It is the acute awareness that we are all utterly interdependent and that one action by one being in one town has consequences everywhere.&lt;p&gt;Real security is the ability to tolerate mystery, complexity, ambiguity--indeed hungering for these things.&lt;p&gt;Freedom is not knowing where you are but being deeply there.&lt;br&gt;Not waiting for someone to save or rescure you or heal your terrible past but doing that for yourself.&lt;br&gt;Not putting your flag in the ground.&lt;br&gt;Being willing to get lost.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Eve Ensler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114101032838668908?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114101032838668908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114101032838668908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114101032838668908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114101032838668908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/real-security-is-not-knowing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114092866996055524</id><published>2006-02-25T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:37:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So far, so good, right?" Donald asks, and they're all like, "Um, yeah!"  Because what choice do they have?  "Good, except that your fiancee is too shiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Television Without Pity recap of &lt;/span&gt;The Apprentice&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Season 2, regarding the contestants' introduction to Donald Trump's then-fiancee Melania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114092866996055524?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114092866996055524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114092866996055524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114092866996055524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114092866996055524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-far-so-good-right-donald-asks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114092852076043855</id><published>2006-02-25T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:35:20.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Bill Vaughan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114092852076043855?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114092852076043855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114092852076043855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114092852076043855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114092852076043855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-there-is-anything-nonconformist.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114055213420243502</id><published>2006-02-21T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:02:16.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you wait a few minutes you can have a piece of cake.  Baked it chock-full of love.  Actually, it's chock-full of unrelenting, all-consuming rage and hostility, but it's still tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Dr. Isobel "Izzy" Stevens (Katherine Heigl), &lt;/span&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "The Self-Destruct Button"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114055213420243502?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114055213420243502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114055213420243502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114055213420243502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114055213420243502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-wait-few-minutes-you-can-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114048171690339237</id><published>2006-02-20T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:28:36.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know how I know it's true?  I know it.  And if I know it, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Judge Judy Sheindlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114048171690339237?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114048171690339237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114048171690339237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114048171690339237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114048171690339237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-you-know-how-i-know-its-true-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114048068554083072</id><published>2006-02-20T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:11:25.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating--in work, in play, in love.  The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation.  To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Anne Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114048068554083072?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114048068554083072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114048068554083072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114048068554083072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114048068554083072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/irony-of-commitment-is-that-its-deeply.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-114002868647139673</id><published>2006-02-15T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:38:06.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've read of the great cases in our jurisprudence, the landmarks in our law. These cases didn't come into the lawyers' offices with signs on the clients' backs saying 'I am the Dartmouth College&lt;em&gt; case&lt;/em&gt;, I am &lt;em&gt;Pennoyer v. Neff&lt;/em&gt;, I am &lt;em&gt;Marbury v. Madison&lt;/em&gt;.' These cases will come into your office only as humble human beings, perhaps some of them even incapable of adequate expression. These men will be great cases only as you're able to interpret their human rights to legal remedies before a jury and as a plaintiff's lawyer makes them great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Melvin Belli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-114002868647139673?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/114002868647139673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=114002868647139673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114002868647139673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/114002868647139673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/youve-read-of-great-cases-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113927664591134487</id><published>2006-02-06T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:44:05.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usually, when you go to someone's house they offer you coffee.  They say, "You want some coffee?"  I tell them, "No thanks, I have coffee at home.  But I could use a little pancake mix."  I try to get things I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishing the impossible means only that the boss will add it to your  regular duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Doug Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113927664591134487?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113927664591134487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113927664591134487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113927664591134487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113927664591134487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/usually-when-you-go-to-someones-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113885165623768633</id><published>2006-02-01T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:41:29.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of growing up takes place between "it fell" and "I dropped it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--quoted in the magazine, Taste of Home; original source unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always an easy solution to every problem--neat, plausible, and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--H.L. Mencken; quoted by Gil Grissom (William Petersen) in the CSI episode, Chaos Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113885165623768633?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113885165623768633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113885165623768633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113885165623768633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113885165623768633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/02/lot-of-growing-up-takes-place-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113868083879406329</id><published>2006-01-30T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:13:58.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if she wonders why I feverishly type when she is saying nothing of importance, and then stare at her when she says, "Okay, now this is really important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--J.P. Cratty, during an Instant Message conversation occuring during class, pondering the impression we IM-ers give the professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113868083879406329?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113868083879406329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113868083879406329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113868083879406329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113868083879406329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wonder-if-she-wonders-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113868071622596948</id><published>2006-01-30T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:11:56.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For me, punk is about real feelings.  It's not about, "Yeah, I am a punk and I'm angry."  That's a lot of crap.  It's about loving the things that really matter:  passion, heart, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Joey Ramone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113868071622596948?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113868071622596948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113868071622596948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113868071622596948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113868071622596948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-me-punk-is-about-real-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113839951940109294</id><published>2006-01-27T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:05:19.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genius might be described as a supreme capacity for getting its possessors into all kinds of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Samuel Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the trunk.  With a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Country music station 105.5's DJ's response to a co-DJ's question about where her assigned seat in a specific car would be.  Because any quote dealing with monkeys is notable.  Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113839951940109294?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113839951940109294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113839951940109294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113839951940109294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113839951940109294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/genius-might-be-described-as-supreme.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113833992594253622</id><published>2006-01-27T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:32:05.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who say they don't care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don't care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113833992594253622?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113833992594253622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113833992594253622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113833992594253622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113833992594253622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-who-say-they-dont-care-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113815874655958293</id><published>2006-01-24T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:12:26.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not be totally perfect, but parts of me are excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Ashleigh Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113815874655958293?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113815874655958293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113815874655958293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113815874655958293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113815874655958293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-may-not-be-totally-perfect-but-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113807534664065484</id><published>2006-01-23T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:03:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This quote is dedicated to my Mums,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to whom I wish much laughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;as a sign of better days to come.  With love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wait for a sign, she said, before I did anything. Then one night I had a dream and an angel in black tights came to me and said, you can start anytime now. And then I asked, is this a sign? and the angel started laughing and I woke up. Now, I think the whole world is filled with signs, but if there's no laughter, I know they're not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Brian Andreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113807534664065484?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113807534664065484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113807534664065484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113807534664065484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113807534664065484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-quote-is-dedicated-to-my-mums-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113795325914415531</id><published>2006-01-22T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:10:13.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In honor of &lt;a href="http://mbracke.blogspot.com/2006/01/golden-globes-rissas-highlights.html"&gt;my recent blog post&lt;/a&gt; regarding the Golden Globes and its attendant gorgeous stars, I thought a few quotes on the subject of beauty and appearance might be in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though it may be necessary, from time to time, to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Miss Piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to realize that [before] two hours of hair and makeup, even I don't look like Cindy Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Cindy Crawford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--The Skin Horse in &lt;/span&gt;The Velveteen Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curve is more powerful than the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People diet because they want the goodies that go with being thin: the dates, the clothes, the instant respect. I just skip the dieting and go straight for the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Marilyn Wann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113795325914415531?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113795325914415531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113795325914415531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113795325914415531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113795325914415531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-honor-of-my-recent-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113786714184432570</id><published>2006-01-21T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:12:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As his family admired a waterfall and the natural beauty, one of the boys said, "I'd love to be fly-fishing right now."  Because the best way to appreciate the wilderness is to trick it into stabbing itself in the mouth with fake food, and then suffocating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Recap of an episode of &lt;/span&gt;The Amazing Race 8&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, from &lt;a href="http://www.tvgasm.com"&gt;TVGasm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what I'm doing," she says, which is probably second on the list of famous last words, right after Custer's "Where'd all these Indians come from?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Recap of an episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, from &lt;a href="http://www.tvgasm.com"&gt;TVGasm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113786714184432570?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113786714184432570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113786714184432570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113786714184432570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113786714184432570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-his-family-admired-waterfall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113772817116940964</id><published>2006-01-19T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:36:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pray for wisdom to understand my mate,&lt;br /&gt;Love to forgive my mate,&lt;br /&gt;And patience for my mate's moods,&lt;br /&gt;Because if I pray for strength,&lt;br /&gt;I'll beat my mate to death.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Found via a well-circulated email of relationship jokes; original source unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113772817116940964?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113772817116940964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113772817116940964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113772817116940964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113772817116940964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-pray-for-wisdom-to-understand-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113763050871987639</id><published>2006-01-18T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:28:28.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you got to flap your arms and leap, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy, or at least your thoughts should be colorful and lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Mel Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113763050871987639?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113763050871987639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113763050871987639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113763050871987639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113763050871987639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-i-really-dont-want-to-wax.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113730662393969566</id><published>2006-01-15T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:55:25.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Greatest Hits:&lt;br /&gt;The Family Quotations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[NOTE: These are some of our most oft quoted, fondly remembered, heartiest laugh inducing quotes... some may be far less amusing to others than they are to the family, but nonetheless, by popular demand, here are our "Greatest Hits."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smashed the bejeebers out of the bug and nonchalantly went about his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Dad, 05-17-1995, recounting Chaz's quick execution of a wayward bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really shouldn't take mustard for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, 06-1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a self-portrait, but my head fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, 11-22-1995, while displaying his art project, which by that time was a large piece of construction paper with a set of shoulders at the bottom... and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know a thing about reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Chaz, 08-28-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone pay 95 cents per minute to call a 900-number opinion poll and then choose the "I don't have an opinion about this subject" option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, 11-24-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the fun part about knowing me--you never know what I'm gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 12-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel really good about this, because this has been a really big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Mom, 11-11-1997 (she meant to say "success" instead of mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are dirty, and they're nasty.  Do not make them angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Mom, 06-20-1998, giving Alex some very good advice on social etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my infinite wisdom, I didn't think to move my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, 04-01-1999, after finding his "lost" gameboy underneath a pair of his underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll get too smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, explaining why she stopped reading her trivia book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say something about this.  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long pause&lt;/span&gt;]  And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all fun and games until food winds up on Mary's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, 08-26-2000, after Dad somehow managed to launch a few kernels of corn, from an ear of corn he was eating, onto Mary's butt as she was sitting beside him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were two little boys who were content to play with the crap in their Grandma's closet. But now it doesn't mean diddly-dip to them, and they don't play with nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; --Grandma's "fairy tale" to Chaz and Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you picked out and deemed unworthy to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Alex, to Chaz, 11-16-2000, after Chaz plucked a mushroom off of his salisbury steak at dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll hang the Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Chaz, while decorating the Christmas tree, using poorly chosen words to indicate that he was preparing to hang the ornament of a Canadian mounty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, paint me pink and give me to Mary for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Chaz, 12-30-2000, while standing on one leg (like a flamingo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the love chimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Chaz, 02-11-2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma, reading from &lt;/span&gt;Modern Maturity&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; magazine&lt;/span&gt;: 'By the age of 50, the average person has walked 75,000 miles.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, speaking to us&lt;/span&gt;:  Well, it's no wonder my legs are tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--03-08-2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of affecting my soul.  But not enough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Alex, 04-08-2001, upon hearing of a really cruel comment a boss made to an employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home, going to bed, and not gonna bop it or pull it or any of that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 04-20-2001, after being asked if it was her turn to play the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bop It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't go write that in your book; you'll never know what on earth you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 05-04-2001, while the family was sitting around chatting about all my quotes and how many are from Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that teaches me to ooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--John, upon being "scolded" by Monty for ascerbically oozing bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never sit in too much syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Chaz, 07-06-2001, having accidentally sat in syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Monty, 07-22-2001, intending to convey that he'd never eaten brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, when someone fucks with you, fuck back.  Harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people playing kazoos:  you just don't get more entertainment than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Sam, 09-15-2001, while watching the Ossian Days Parade as a local church's kazoo band passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--quoted by Chaz, original source unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'm not a white person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 09-29-2001, intending to convey that she's normally not a person to prefer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;white cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, as she usually likes chocolate better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one around here who knows anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Grandma, 03-01-2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been carrying this weight around my whole life.  You'd think my body'd be used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, 05-03-2003, responding to her doctor's suggestion that some of her health complaints may be weight-related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if that's really a dream... if I was gonna dream, I'd dream about something better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandma, regarding a prior statement that she could "only dream" about running laps around the house to wear out her coffee-induced caffeine buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how I feel, and now you know that.  Now let's play some cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grandpa, recounting the resolution to a disagreement he once had with a close friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very refreshing.  Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Patrick, 07-10-2004, while being sprayed with the garden hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for one piece of clipart related to bowling.  A big cat is not related to bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Sam, 08-05-2004, quoting the comment given to him by his computer teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted to take a picture of us and I wound up with burrs in my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hee-hawing at the booby bar, and then wound up in a big donnybrook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Collaborative effort of Alex, Grandpa, and Rissa, using "Franktonian" vocabulary introduced by Jilayne ("hee-hawing" and "booby bar") and an Irish term used by Mums ("donnybrook"), 01-14-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113730662393969566?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113730662393969566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113730662393969566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113730662393969566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113730662393969566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/greatest-hits-family-quotations-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113703766405001784</id><published>2006-01-11T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:47:44.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nadine, some things struggle when they're in the skillet, and mushroom soup subdues them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--Grace (Brett Butler), on the tv show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, explaining to her neighbor why she has 19 cans of mushroom soup in her pantry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113703766405001784?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113703766405001784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113703766405001784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113703766405001784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113703766405001784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/nadine-some-things-struggle-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113703747770918970</id><published>2006-01-11T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:44:37.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a diet?    Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--billboard advertisement for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Encore Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; in Bloomington, Indiana (and oh-so-appropriate in these days of new years resolutions to lose unrealistic amounts of weight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113703747770918970?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113703747770918970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113703747770918970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113703747770918970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113703747770918970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-diet-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113695211070754125</id><published>2006-01-10T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:01:50.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself:  "I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.  I can choose which it shall be.  Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.  I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Groucho Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113695211070754125?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113695211070754125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113695211070754125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113695211070754125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113695211070754125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/each-morning-when-i-open-my-eyes-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113695188172958640</id><published>2006-01-10T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:02:08.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What you are never changes; who you are never stops changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--most recently heard on an episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;; unsure of prior origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113695188172958640?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113695188172958640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113695188172958640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113695188172958640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113695188172958640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-you-are-never-changes-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113672695020606266</id><published>2006-01-08T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T08:29:10.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are, broadly speaking, two kinds of workers in the world:  the people who do all the work, and the people who think they do all the work.  The latter class is generally the busiest; the former never have time to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Stella Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113672695020606266?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113672695020606266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113672695020606266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113672695020606266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113672695020606266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-are-broadly-speaking-two-kinds.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113672687648608396</id><published>2006-01-08T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T08:27:56.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who know how to employ themselves, always find leisure moments, while those who do nothing are forever in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Jeanne-Marie Roland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113672687648608396?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113672687648608396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113672687648608396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113672687648608396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113672687648608396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-who-know-how-to-employ.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113661050285637231</id><published>2006-01-07T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:08:22.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not smart enough to debate you point-to-point on this, but I have the feeling that about sixty percent of what you say is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--David Letterman, to Bill O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113661050285637231?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113658741294051546</id><published>2006-01-06T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:43:32.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are people in your life who've come and gone&lt;br /&gt;They let you down, you know they hurt your pride&lt;br /&gt;You better put it all behind you, baby, because life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You keep carrying that anger; it'll eat you up inside&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I'd figured out, I have to learn again&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;Because the flesh will get weak, and the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Don Henley, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of the Matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113658741294051546?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113658741294051546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113658741294051546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113658741294051546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113658741294051546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-are-people-in-your-life-whove.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113646966920065566</id><published>2006-01-05T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:01:09.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="storytext"&gt;On the record, my personal view about this is that it's exceedingly rude to suggest group prayers to groups of people including ones whose religious beliefs you don't have specific reason to believe are the same as yours, unless you are in your own home and they are visiting you. I think it's rude to place strangers in the position of &lt;i&gt;discussing&lt;/i&gt; their religious beliefs in a setting in which they are essentially asked to take a position -- (1) Participate; (2) Don't. It's just rude. If you want to thank Jesus, why can't you thank Jesus yourself? Why does everyone else have to bow their heads for your prayer to work? You want to pray before a challenge, you have plenty of time. Go. Pray. If you learn through normal conversation that other people are of the same religious persuasion you are, then you can pray along with those people, but the notion of just acting on the assumption that unless they actively object, &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; probably wants to ask Jesus for help with every challenge? That's just mind-bendingly presumptuous. And no, "Say, is it okay if we all pray before the challenge?" is not all right. Prayer is opt-in, not opt-out. Opt-out puts people in precisely the position Brian is in, where they're going to go along whether they mean it or not, and doesn't it kind of dilute your prayer to have people in it who are only going through the motions? Just remember: according to some sources, God kind of wants you to pray in private anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Recap of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;, from &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storytext"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/20453497-113646966920065566?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113646966920065566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113646966920065566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113646966920065566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113646966920065566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-record-my-personal-view-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113639374022802096</id><published>2006-01-04T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:59:43.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please pass the crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Newscaster, the morning after the turbulent 2000 elections and the ensuing "Bush won!"... "No, wait, Gore won!" ... "Oh, wait... Bush won!" fiasco. Thought it was especially appropriate in light of the media's role in the dreadful "miscommunication" in West Virginia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113639374022802096?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113639374022802096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113639374022802096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113639374022802096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113639374022802096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/please-pass-crow.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113634567359689242</id><published>2006-01-03T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:59:27.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a little bit of good in everybody.  They meant well.  They're just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Grandma, commenting on a rather tacky social faux-pas committed by someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113634567359689242?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113634567359689242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113634567359689242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113634567359689242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113634567359689242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-little-bit-of-good-in-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113632312251981621</id><published>2006-01-03T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:59:08.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="storytext"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She badly needs to abandon the false belief that everyone has equally worthy input. Some people are stupid. Identify them. Tell them not to talk anymore. It's a very good way to "streamline your process."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Recap of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;, from &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113632312251981621?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113632312251981621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113632312251981621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113632312251981621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113632312251981621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-badly-needs-to-abandon-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453497.post-113625045202048914</id><published>2006-01-02T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:58:07.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now we sit through Shakespeare to recognize the quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--Orson Welles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20453497-113625045202048914?l=itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/feeds/113625045202048914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20453497&amp;postID=113625045202048914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113625045202048914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20453497/posts/default/113625045202048914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itbearsrepeating.blogspot.com/2006/01/now-we-sit-through-shakespeare-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617236103338130152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3146/213/1600/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
