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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACQ3gyeCp7ImA9WxRTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570</id><updated>2008-08-29T16:52:42.690-05:00</updated><title>The Park Bench</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>436</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheParkBench" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNRn0zfCp7ImA9WxRTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-7786178485723894398</id><published>2008-08-29T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:51:37.384-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T07:51:37.384-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="David Duchovny" /><title>Least shocking headline ever</title><summary>'Californication' star in rehab for sex addiction

Poor David. It's good that he's getting help yet I can't help but feel this is something of a loss for the ladies of the world, like finding out there's a roller coaster on the moon...and immediately finding out it's being closed. It's not like we would have had a chance to ride it, but it was nice to know, just for a moment, that tickets were </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/least-shocking-headline-ever.html" title="Least shocking headline ever" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=7786178485723894398" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/7786178485723894398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7786178485723894398" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/7786178485723894398?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04HSX44fip7ImA9WxdaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-6801257633008761768</id><published>2008-08-28T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:58:58.036-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T08:58:58.036-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black holes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the LHC" /><title>Black holes? I was planning on being snuggled to death by kittens</title><summary>So, is anybody else worried about the possibility of black holes forming and ending all life as we know it when the world's most powerful atom smasher gets up and running on Sept. 10?

According to the Cosmic Log blog on MSNBC, the CERN particle-physics center is flicking the switch on a 17-mile underground ring called the Large Hadron Collider buried under the French-Swiss border. The LHC will </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-holes-i-was-planning-on-being.html" title="Black holes? I was planning on being snuggled to death by kittens" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=6801257633008761768" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/6801257633008761768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6801257633008761768" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/6801257633008761768?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CR3s4fyp7ImA9WxdaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-353441425206179816</id><published>2008-08-26T06:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:44:26.537-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T09:44:26.537-05:00</app:edited><title>Lost Weekends, 21st century-style</title><summary>Years ago, lost weekends were the result of respectable things such as drunken blackouts and drug-induced comas. Not so these days. No, these days our time suckers are far more insidious. This activity goes by many names: Toasting Buns in the DVD Oven, I Can't Say No To Discs, Netflix Made Me Do It and too many others to count. Personally, I like to call it Losing Precious Hours of My Young Life </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-weekends-21st-century-style.html" title="Lost Weekends, 21st century-style" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=353441425206179816" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/353441425206179816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/353441425206179816" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/353441425206179816?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQXo-eip7ImA9WxdaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8808520898122666452</id><published>2008-08-21T07:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:05:00.452-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-21T07:05:00.452-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtuality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caprica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dollhouse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fringe" /><title>Polishing up the rabbit ears for a new TV season</title><summary>Much as I’ve enjoyed watching absolutely nothing of consequence on TV for the last four months, save DVDs of “The Sopranos” which I’m about ten years late in recognizing is awesome, I’m extraordinarily thrilled that the new TV season is almost upon us. There are four new shows in particular that have tickled my fancy and which I’m hoping will live up to my inflated and childishly overwrought </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/polishing-up-rabbit-ears-for-new-tv.html" title="Polishing up the rabbit ears for a new TV season" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8808520898122666452" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8808520898122666452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8808520898122666452" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8808520898122666452?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQX07fCp7ImA9WxdaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8670098955117809166</id><published>2008-08-19T06:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:21:50.304-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T08:21:50.304-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joss whedon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="serenity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firefly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chuck" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adam baldwin" /><title>Nerd Man of the Month: Adam Baldwin</title><summary>
This month’s Nerd Man and I go way back – in the sense that we’ve never met and I just watch him a lot on TV. When I was a kid, one of my favorite movies was called “My Bodyguard,” a movie about a kid who goes to a new school and gets beaten up all the time until he hires the troubled, brooding big guy to protect him. As someone who used to get crammed into lockers on a frequent basis, this </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/nerd-man-of-month-adam-baldwin.html" title="Nerd Man of the Month: Adam Baldwin" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8670098955117809166" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8670098955117809166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8670098955117809166" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8670098955117809166?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQHs4fip7ImA9WxdbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-7958419945905390370</id><published>2008-08-15T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:40:01.536-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T13:40:01.536-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knighted penguin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brilliant europeans" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="king penguin" /><title>At least he was already in formal wear</title><summary>America will never be as cool as England and Norway for the simple reason that we do not knight our penguins. Yes, a king penguin got knighted recently, an upgrade from his former colonel-in-chief rank.



Says the article: 

The knighthood ceremony began Friday morning with speeches and a fanfare before Nils arrived, under escort with the King's Guard Color Detachment. Nils then reviewed the </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-least-he-was-already-in-formal-wear.html" title="At least he was already in formal wear" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=7958419945905390370" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/7958419945905390370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7958419945905390370" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/7958419945905390370?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQX4ycSp7ImA9WxdbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-6527226570461806767</id><published>2008-08-15T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:29:00.099-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T07:29:00.099-05:00</app:edited><title>Friday Potpourri</title><summary>+ It's official. Everything I want to see has been pushed back to 2009. First, the second half of BSG season four got moved to January 2009 and now, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has been moved to July 2009 from its initial release date of this November. Grrr. It's not fair that I have to age a whole extra year before I get my geek fixes.

+ Julia Child, dispatcher of broasted chickens</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-potpourri.html" title="Friday Potpourri" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=6527226570461806767" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/6527226570461806767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6527226570461806767" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/6527226570461806767?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHRHw5fCp7ImA9WxdbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-7697844433041726112</id><published>2008-08-14T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:30:35.224-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-14T14:30:35.224-05:00</app:edited><title>The Magical Power of My Boobs</title><summary>I would just like to apologize in advance to my husband, my parents, my in-laws and yes, my illiterate cat, for the following blog entry.

I recently discovered that my boobs, aside from providing buoyancy in the event of a shipwreck and serving as the perfect holding place for a pint of Ben and Jerry’s during "Battlestar" marathons, serve a number of other equally advantageous purposes. And by “</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/magical-power-of-my-boobs.html" title="The Magical Power of My Boobs" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=7697844433041726112" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/7697844433041726112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7697844433041726112" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/7697844433041726112?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQXYyfyp7ImA9WxdbFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-2849546566174424744</id><published>2008-08-13T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:21:00.897-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-13T11:21:00.897-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="used books" /><title>Books that tell a story</title><summary>Like hard candy, coffee filters or husbands, there are some things that just aren't as good used. On the flip side, there's plenty of stuff that's even better after being broken in. Like books. I was going through my home library the other day, trying to decide what books to keep and what books to give away. And, because I am weird, I can usually remember where and when I got certain books. For </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/books-that-tell-story.html" title="Books that tell a story" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=2849546566174424744" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/2849546566174424744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2849546566174424744" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/2849546566174424744?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBQ30yfSp7ImA9WxdbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-6733968251168210954</id><published>2008-08-12T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:20:52.395-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T22:20:52.395-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest" /><title>Did someone say bad prose? I'm all over that.</title><summary>Ah, I love the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest -- yup, the contest devoted to terrible first lines and inspired by that golden oldie, "It was a dark and stormy night." The winners have been announced and here are a few favorites:

"Like a mechanic who forgets to wipe his hands on a shop rag and then goes home, hugs his wife, and gets a grease stain on her favorite sweater - love touches you, and </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-someone-say-bad-prose-im-all-over.html" title="Did someone say bad prose? I'm all over that." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=6733968251168210954" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/6733968251168210954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6733968251168210954" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/6733968251168210954?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMARHc_cSp7ImA9WxdbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-3093643017634068802</id><published>2008-08-11T21:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:07:25.949-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-11T22:07:25.949-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wil wheaton" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comic con" /><title>Wheaton makes me love him even more...</title><summary>I don't quote other blogs too often. Probably because of my chronic self-absorption. (I jest.) Whatever the reason, though, I'm quoting now from Wil Wheaton's blog, which is one of my favorite daily stops. I enjoy his writing in general, but I absolutely love this post about his experience at Comic-Con. It's a great view "from the other side" and totally makes me feel better about my fear of </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/wil-wheaton-makes-me-love-him-even-more.html" title="Wheaton makes me love him even more..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=3093643017634068802" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/3093643017634068802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3093643017634068802" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/3093643017634068802?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGQXk8eCp7ImA9WxdbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8279625423430943422</id><published>2008-08-11T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:12:00.770-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-11T07:12:00.770-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hulger P*Phone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chewbacca Mouse" /><title>The cool, the sad (yet uplifting) and the cute</title><summary>+ I saw this over at Geek In Anything But Pink and I'm pretty sure it's the coolest cell phone accessory ever. Screw Bluetooth. I need one of these handsets and the first thing I'm going to do when I get one? Dial 4-1-1 and ask for 1979, baby. 


+ Check out this fascinating story about three comic book artists/writers including Stan Lee who are working together to tell the story of a Holocaust </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-sad-yet-uplifting-and-cute.html" title="The cool, the sad (yet uplifting) and the cute" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8279625423430943422" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8279625423430943422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8279625423430943422" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8279625423430943422?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQ34yfSp7ImA9WxdbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-7548884163920425891</id><published>2008-08-08T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:20:12.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-08T12:20:12.095-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 olympics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loving our country for shallow reasons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="michael phelps" /><title>Welcome to the shallow end of the pool...</title><summary>To the straight men who read this blog, please forgive me while I indulge in the following fangirlish behavior:

So, uh, the Olympics start today. I think we all know what that means. Gumpy hot dudes with two percent body fat:


God bless America and the stellar abs that make our country great!</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-shallow-end-of-pool.html" title="Welcome to the shallow end of the pool..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=7548884163920425891" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/7548884163920425891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7548884163920425891" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/7548884163920425891?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQHkzeip7ImA9WxdbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8899250611523000169</id><published>2008-08-08T07:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:20:21.782-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-08T07:20:21.782-05:00</app:edited><title>Diary of Deprivation: 96 Hours Without Internet</title><summary>
Day One:
The morning dawned dark and brooding. I should have known trouble was looming. And yet, I was blissful in my ignorance, trusting in the goodness of life, until I saw it: the solid red light signifying Internet failure, signifying nothingness and desolation. There would be no CNN.com for me this morning. And there would be no peace.

Calls were made to AT&amp;T. The robotic voice could not </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/diary-of-deprivation-96-hours-without.html" title="Diary of Deprivation: 96 Hours Without Internet" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8899250611523000169" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8899250611523000169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8899250611523000169" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8899250611523000169?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcESXgzfyp7ImA9WxdbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-4350209676040821101</id><published>2008-08-07T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:53:28.687-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:53:28.687-05:00</app:edited><title>Back and better than ever...or at least back!</title><summary>Hey everyone, I’m back! I have returned, slightly more tan and a lot more tired, from a 4,400-mile road trip vacation through America’s glorious southwest where, dear God in heaven, it is ridiculously hot. My vacation was made even longer by the fact that we returned to no internet in our house, something which has panicked and upset me far more than I would like to admit. I am saying fervant </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-and-better-than-everor-at-least.html" title="Back and better than ever...or at least back!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=4350209676040821101" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/4350209676040821101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4350209676040821101" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/4350209676040821101?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQXw-eCp7ImA9WxdUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8298120011262317515</id><published>2008-08-04T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:49:00.250-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-04T06:49:00.250-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joss whedon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dr. horrible" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buffy the vampire slayer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="once more with feeling" /><title>The best Whedonverse singers</title><summary>Greetings, Park Benchers! I'm Shan, and I'll be your guest blogger today. I normally blog over on The Nonsensical Ravings of a Lunatic Mind about television, movies, sci-fi, pop culture, news and UGA football. While the wonderful Liz is away, she's graciously asked me to help keep you entertained.

With the recent release of the 100% awesome Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, and the fact that after</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-whedonverse-singers.html" title="The best Whedonverse singers" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8298120011262317515" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8298120011262317515/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8298120011262317515" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8298120011262317515?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GR38zeip7ImA9WxdUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8376222759879222675</id><published>2008-07-31T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:22:06.182-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-31T12:22:06.182-05:00</app:edited><title>Looking back at the one year anniversary of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"</title><summary>All about the Harry and the Potter from guest blogger Meghann. Enjoy!

We recently passed the one year anniversary of the release of HP and the Deathly Hallows and I thought it might be fun to look back at my predictions on the eve of the release and see how those worked out for me. (please note: some strong language in that post)  Nerd glasses on, everyone.  Oh and if you are one of the five </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back-at-one-year-anniversary-of.html" title="Looking back at the one year anniversary of &quot;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&quot;" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8376222759879222675" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8376222759879222675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8376222759879222675" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8376222759879222675?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQH4zeyp7ImA9WxdUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-1760190473416426347</id><published>2008-07-30T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:00:01.083-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T07:00:01.083-05:00</app:edited><title>Ten Reasons You Should Be Watching Project Runway</title><summary>I've never seen Project Runway and have always felt I was missing something. Guest blogger Meghann gives us the lowdown on just what that something is -- ten somethings actually!

Ten Reasons You Should Be Watching Project Runway

10.  The guest judges.  
The producers of Project Runway have always invited designers of note (Vera Wang, Donna Karan, the boys from Heatherette), fashion-conscious </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-reasons-you-should-be-watching.html" title="Ten Reasons You Should Be Watching Project Runway" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=1760190473416426347" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/1760190473416426347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1760190473416426347" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/1760190473416426347?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQAQHw5eSp7ImA9WxdUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-7221429525392712583</id><published>2008-07-29T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:19:01.221-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-29T06:19:01.221-05:00</app:edited><title>The books, they watch me!</title><summary>From Tuesday's awesome guest blogger Ms. C:

Hey Bookaphiles, does this sound familiar?  There's a book on your nightstand, one in your purse, and several strewn about the house (in the kitchen, den, or bathroom) waiting to be picked up and read.  Is there a book in your bed?  C'mon, it's alright to admit it.  I know you try not to do that but sometimes you roll over in the night and your knee </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/books-they-watch-me.html" title="The books, they watch me!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=7221429525392712583" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/7221429525392712583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7221429525392712583" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/7221429525392712583?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQXY5eCp7ImA9WxdUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8134857042137080449</id><published>2008-07-28T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:23:00.820-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-28T07:23:00.820-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning" /><title>The learning never gets old</title><summary>From today's guest blogger Ms. C:

Ever since I saw Amelie, my lifelong wish to listen to a French man talk to me slowly (that accent has a lazy, sexy charm that beats even Matthew McConaughey's drawl) was transformed into a dreamy desire to speak French myself and to see Amelie’s Paris.  A globetrotting friend has afforded me the opportunity to finally travel to Montmartre for a couple days this</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-never-gets-old.html" title="The learning never gets old" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=8134857042137080449" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/8134857042137080449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8134857042137080449" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/8134857042137080449?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDSH0-fCp7ImA9WxdUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-4675204404637890644</id><published>2008-07-27T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:16:19.354-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-27T21:16:19.354-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Want to Believe" /><title>Quick notes...</title><summary>First, I'm going to be away from my computer for a while this week but I'm leaving you in the capable hands of some guest bloggers who are stellar. Enjoy!!

Second, I saw The X-Files movie on Friday and here are some quick thoughts:

What I liked - everything Mulder and Scully. All of those scenes were golden, like watching the show again. Duchovny and Anderson were terrific and they did a great </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-notes.html" title="Quick notes..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=4675204404637890644" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/4675204404637890644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4675204404637890644" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/4675204404637890644?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQHY_eyp7ImA9WxdVGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-4938496227709783964</id><published>2008-07-24T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:26:01.843-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T14:26:01.843-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nerd Girls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newsweek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tufts University" /><title>Nerd Girls, science-style</title><summary>I feel like I've been derelict in my nerdy woman duties: I had no idea there was a group called Nerd Girls at Tufts University until Park Bench reader Trey sent over this article from Newsweek, chronicling not only this group but the rise of women who - gasp! - like science and are smart! I'm rather dubious of the fact that there's apparently going to be a documentary on them and am downright </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/nerd-girls-science-style.html" title="Nerd Girls, science-style" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=4938496227709783964" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/4938496227709783964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4938496227709783964" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/4938496227709783964?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBSX87fyp7ImA9WxdVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-4214466879175492209</id><published>2008-07-22T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:04:18.107-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-22T09:04:18.107-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caprica preview" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teri garr" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darth vader" /><title>Caprica, Darth Vader and Teri Garr...together again! Just kidding.</title><summary>+ Have you seen the trailer for "Caprica," the Battlestar Galactica prequel? It looks quite, quite tasty. Plus, Eric Stoltz!



+ Check out these photos from the Vader Project where a number of artists have created their own versions of Darth Vader's helmet as part of Celebration Japan. A few favorites:





+ If you have a few minutes to spare at lunch today, please, please read this great Onion</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/caprica-darth-vader-and-teri.html" title="Caprica, Darth Vader and Teri Garr...together again! Just kidding." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=4214466879175492209" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/4214466879175492209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4214466879175492209" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/4214466879175492209?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECRX87eip7ImA9WxdVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-3891294753410144385</id><published>2008-07-21T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:34:24.102-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-21T07:34:24.102-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris Carter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="x-files movie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="David Duchovny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Want to Believe" /><title>"I Want to Believe" this movie will be good.</title><summary>
For X-Philes, this week is like the week before Christmas if, you know, Christmas came once every ten years. Yes, this Friday, July 25 marks the debut of the new X-Files movie, "I Want to Believe." And I, like millions of other File fanatics, am counting down the minutes and hoping I don't get eaten by a bear before I get to see the damn thing. 

Unlike Christmas, though, I'm looking forward to </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-believe-that-this-movie-will.html" title="&quot;I Want to Believe&quot; this movie will be good." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=3891294753410144385" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/3891294753410144385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3891294753410144385" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/3891294753410144385?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUEQHw_fip7ImA9WxdVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-1136864393313046233</id><published>2008-07-17T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:30:01.246-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-17T11:30:01.246-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emmy nominations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="david duchovny blog" /><title>Emmy Awards, Duchovny and more, oh my.</title><summary>+ So, those Emmy nominations I’ve heard so much about came out this morning. While I was shocked to see that "The Sopranos" was not given some sort of posthumous TV show honor just out of habit, there weren’t too many surprises.

Nominations I was glad about...Neil Patrick Harris earning Nerd Man honors and an Emmy nomination for best supporting actor all in one week! I know, right? How crazy is </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2008/07/emmy-awards-duchovny-and-more-oh-my.html" title="Emmy Awards, Duchovny and more, oh my." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22863570&amp;postID=1136864393313046233" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/1136864393313046233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1136864393313046233" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22863570/posts/default/1136864393313046233?v=2" /><author><name>Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
