<?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-15871808</id><updated>2011-08-20T04:08:22.931-07:00</updated><category term='breasts'/><category term='housing market crash'/><category term='emotional healing'/><category term='norma desmond'/><category term='Rocky Horror Picture Show'/><category term='good'/><category term='epiphany'/><category term='elle'/><category term='candice bushnell'/><category term='dolce and gabbana'/><category term='birds'/><category term='daisy duke shorts'/><category term='Rev. Mohler'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='pelicans'/><category term='credit card debt'/><category term='evil'/><category term='Indie 103.1'/><category term='bernanke'/><category term='Citigroup'/><category term='wesley snipes'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='racism'/><category term='spiderman'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Bear Stearns'/><category term='glory holes'/><category term='THE SIXTH SENSE'/><category term='sex and the city'/><category term='vogue'/><category term='los angeles'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='problems'/><category term='writer&apos;s strike'/><category term='barack obama'/><category term='marijuana'/><category term='archetypes'/><category term='Robert Burns'/><category term='xena'/><category term='film industry'/><category term='Lennon Memorial'/><category term='love'/><category term='taxi driver'/><category term='ocean'/><category term='clout'/><category term='solitude'/><category term='beach'/><category term='biological basis of homosexuality'/><category term='huanted house'/><category term='Winter solstice'/><category term='Carlyle Group'/><category term='sag strike'/><category term='queen mary shipwreck'/><category term='karl rove'/><category term='hollywood'/><category term='eliot spitzer'/><category term='porn'/><category term='harper&apos;s bazaar'/><category term='sub-prime mortgage'/><category term='oral sex'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='hair colour'/><category term='flu'/><category term='eyebrow waxing'/><category term='witchcraft'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Bush regime'/><category term='queen mary'/><category term='death of John Lennon'/><category term='hauntings'/><category term='domestic bliss'/><category term='aestheticians'/><category term='neo-cons'/><category term='superman'/><category term='pretty woman'/><category term='Gnostic Church'/><category term='batman'/><category term='john holmes'/><category term='recession'/><category term='michael patrick king'/><category term='w magazine'/><category term='superheroes'/><category term='teamsters'/><category term='nuwaubianism. driving while black'/><category term='dysfunctional families'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='countrywide'/><category term='life'/><category term='david vitter'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='George bubbagump Bush'/><category term='positive thought'/><category term='Rush Limbaugh'/><category term='christy canyon'/><category term='comic con'/><category term='men'/><category term='James Joyce'/><category term='Rollo May'/><category term='greg palast'/><category term='Citimortgage'/><title type='text'>TOODLING</title><subtitle type='html'>The Scottish Toodler doing what she does best: TOODLING! 
A blog all about me and what I am reading, thinking about, and listening to!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-2052990118933557450</id><published>2010-02-22T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:27:33.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW FACE AND A NEW PLACE</title><summary type='text'>I am moving to a new blog: http://www.laladyrae.blogspot.com/Please follow me there!Toodle On!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/2052990118933557450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=2052990118933557450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/2052990118933557450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/2052990118933557450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-face-and-new-place.html' title='A NEW FACE AND A NEW PLACE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-6140775602996953803</id><published>2009-03-17T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:55:56.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing market crash'/><title type='text'>THERE IS NO RECESSION</title><summary type='text'>All day long on CBNC and CNN you hear these words "recession" "This economy" blah blah blah. Sorry. I get that there are some tough times ahead for a large portion of our population but I am not sure what exactly is receding-- other than arctic ice, arable land, clean water, and a temperate climate.I tell you what- there is no recession of housing. Homes stand empty, for rent signs stay up for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/6140775602996953803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=6140775602996953803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6140775602996953803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6140775602996953803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-no-recession.html' title='THERE IS NO RECESSION'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-9000355780471611269</id><published>2008-11-09T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:23:20.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><title type='text'>PRESIDENT OBAMA! OVERDUE HISTORY!!!</title><summary type='text'>I cannot stop saying it!!!!!President Barack Obama!  The first African-American President!  The "yes we can" man!!At some point before the elections someone said to me "there is a buzz about the ticket 'Obama-Biden' because it is alliterative with Osama bin Laden."  Undoubtedly this buzz was created by Republicans.  But it does share a similar sound.I think that a "sounds like" is just another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/9000355780471611269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=9000355780471611269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9000355780471611269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9000355780471611269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-obama.html' title='PRESIDENT OBAMA! OVERDUE HISTORY!!!'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-74915342150339462</id><published>2008-09-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:54:55.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harper&apos;s bazaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolce and gabbana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vogue'/><title type='text'>OCTOBER W</title><summary type='text'>Not the moron in the White House, but the glossy monthly magazine from Women's Wear Daily.

In the last three weeks I have been to the hospital three times (plus a fourth to fill out some forms and pick up prescriptions). I have had a blood transfusion and minor surgery. Over the next three months I will be preparing for surgery again.

I have been recovering very slowly. If I wasn't so grateful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/74915342150339462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=74915342150339462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/74915342150339462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/74915342150339462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/09/october-w.html' title='OCTOBER W'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-G1YfVOTbE/SOBWI2xhyrI/AAAAAAAAABo/pwUTNYBPsGE/s72-c/fass_love_hate_09_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-7111011645504002214</id><published>2008-09-06T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:40:21.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty woman'/><title type='text'>BREAKFAST WITH TRAVIS BICKLE</title><summary type='text'>I walked down Hollywood boulevard the other day, from Vine all the way past Highland.I moved to Los Angeles when I was 19. But before that, when I was 13 I ran away from home and came out to Orange County. I often describe this portion of my life as "Breakfast with Travis Bickle."One of the reasons I disliked the movie Pretty Woman so much was that it was almost verbatim the daydream I had when I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/7111011645504002214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=7111011645504002214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/7111011645504002214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/7111011645504002214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-with-travis-bickle.html' title='BREAKFAST WITH TRAVIS BICKLE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-352793849565720208</id><published>2008-08-29T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:37:31.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superheroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiderman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>SUPERHEROINE</title><summary type='text'>Superman flies. He's macho. He plows through air. Spiderman swings; Batman swoops.

My friend Enigma has a great balcony for imagining supernatural Superheroine fantasies. The San Gabriel mountains beckoning in the horizon; the sunrise to your right, and the California coastline sunset to your left.

When it is dark, though, you look out over the endless sea of rooftops and the romance is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/352793849565720208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=352793849565720208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/352793849565720208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/352793849565720208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/08/superheroine.html' title='SUPERHEROINE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-40597616930478037</id><published>2008-07-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:23:42.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbians'/><title type='text'>BACK IN LA 6 - INTERLUDE</title><summary type='text'>This week was San Diego Comic Con.  My next post will be on that adventure, but I have a few corrections/omissions from my previous posts.Beauty did my hair and make up for the photo session that my profile photo comes from. I meant to mention that in my last post. Since the pictures feature me bare breasted (from the waist up; the cleavage I use as my profile photo was cropped by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/40597616930478037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=40597616930478037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/40597616930478037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/40597616930478037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-la-6-interlude.html' title='BACK IN LA 6 - INTERLUDE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-6976896204870953461</id><published>2008-07-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:23:58.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyebrow waxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aestheticians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sag strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norma desmond'/><title type='text'>BACK IN LA 5 - BEAUTY</title><summary type='text'>Beauty and I are hanging out at Starbucks during her break.  When I go to the restroom everyone stares at me.  At first I think I must be looking extra fabulous, but when I look in the mirror I remember that the skin around my eyebrows is super red and unnaturally shiny.  My eyebrows themselves are perfectly shaped, but much darker than usual.  At this moment I am truly an L.A. lady.  Maybe not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/6976896204870953461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=6976896204870953461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6976896204870953461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6976896204870953461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-la-5-beauty.html' title='BACK IN LA 5 - BEAUTY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-9114123758087985141</id><published>2008-07-08T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:11:07.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teamsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sag strike'/><title type='text'>BACK IN LA 4- BITCH &amp; GRIPE &amp; PISS &amp; MOAN</title><summary type='text'>I make everyone that I write about choose their pseudonym.  My teamster friend has chosen "Rolo", pronounced "rah-low", not "roll-low."  Don't ask me why.  I have been friends with Rolo for about 12 years now.  We used to be neighbours.  Rolo is a teamster in the film industry.  Teamsters are the first to arrive on set and the last to leave.  Other set workers usually have call times that are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/9114123758087985141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=9114123758087985141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9114123758087985141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9114123758087985141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-la-4-bitch-gripe-piss-moan.html' title='BACK IN LA 4- BITCH &amp; GRIPE &amp; PISS &amp; MOAN'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-6772365968430851427</id><published>2008-06-29T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:24:59.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sag strike'/><title type='text'>BACK IN LA 3- THE HAIR GOD</title><summary type='text'>I am at The Hair God's house, hanging out while he waits for his client.  I have known The Hair God for about nine years, since we worked on an ABC MOW (movie of the week) together back in 1999.  He is one of those people that from the moment we met, I knew we would be friends for life.At the time he was seriously addicted to drugs, but within a year he would check into Betty Ford and become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/6772365968430851427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=6772365968430851427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6772365968430851427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/6772365968430851427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-la-3-hair-god.html' title='BACK IN LA 3- THE HAIR GOD'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-G1YfVOTbE/SG5ejKVNvMI/AAAAAAAAABY/ym8OfB-Wt24/s72-c/CosmeticQueen%27sHair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-1671864858118672942</id><published>2008-06-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:00:15.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pelicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witchcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbians'/><title type='text'>BACK IN LA PART 2- LOW &amp; SLOW</title><summary type='text'>My friend Enigma and I went to the beach on Monday.  We went in the morning, before the crowd arrived.  It was a hot day in most of Los Angeles.  The wind was really strong at the beach, which made it a very sandy experience, but nice and cool.  We went to Leo Carillo, but we couldn't go in the caves because the tide was too strong.  We had planned to do a ritual to release some old karma and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/1671864858118672942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=1671864858118672942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/1671864858118672942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/1671864858118672942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-la-part-2-low-slow.html' title='BACK IN LA PART 2- LOW &amp; SLOW'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-G1YfVOTbE/SGSRbI01zDI/AAAAAAAAABA/y-pOM1jmGZo/s72-c/mid-summer+eve+at+leo+carrillo+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-244015276735831251</id><published>2008-06-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:16:59.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><title type='text'>BACK IN L.A.- THE D AND THE TRIPLE D</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if I can ever get all of the different parts of me to fit into one location.  I miss my hometown, but I like myself better in Los Angeles.  I like my life better here. I just needed to slow down I guess.  My friend "The Lizard" took the photo below.  We had an informal memorial for someone we knew that died 20 years ago (6/08/88).  This included watching videos of said departed friend, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/244015276735831251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=244015276735831251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/244015276735831251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/244015276735831251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-la-d-and-triple-d.html' title='BACK IN L.A.- THE D AND THE TRIPLE D'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-G1YfVOTbE/SF6VkAlJAVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oWzPQcRy2TY/s72-c/Photo+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-9204092734985483961</id><published>2008-06-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:03:19.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael patrick king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice bushnell'/><title type='text'>SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE</title><summary type='text'>I went to see the eagerly awaited SEX &amp; THE CITY movie last weekend. In my other life I am Candice Bushnell (the author of the real Sex and the City columns that the show was based on). Actually, I think I am half Candice Bushnell and half witch. Or something like that. Anyhow, I love her.Before I tear this movie apart, let me say that I did enjoy watching it, if only to see the Girls again. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/9204092734985483961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=9204092734985483961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9204092734985483961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/9204092734985483961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city-movie.html' title='SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-3280711129362040498</id><published>2008-05-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:26:05.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisy duke shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thought'/><title type='text'>I HAVE NO PROBLEMS</title><summary type='text'>That's right. I have no problems anymore. For 42 years I have had problems. They never stopped coming. It didn't matter if I had that job (that not having was the problem before I got it) or the right guy (ditto last paranthesis) or more money or a better place to live.Problems were like bunnies. One, and I was okay, but inevitably it would go into heat and another would show up. Then they would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/3280711129362040498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=3280711129362040498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/3280711129362040498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/3280711129362040498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-no-problems.html' title='I HAVE NO PROBLEMS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-7451237759084060404</id><published>2008-04-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:30:53.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wesley snipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuwaubianism. driving while black'/><title type='text'>WESLEY SNIPES- FILING TAXES WHILE BLACK</title><summary type='text'>I guess I should have called this "NOT FILING TAXES WHILE BLACK." But you get my drift.Back in the early 1990's Wesley Snipes was pulled over by the Los Angeles Police Department for "driving while black." I don't recall the whole story (I actually read the entire ACLU report on the incident) and I tried Google-ing it, but there are too many stories about his recent trial and sentencing, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/7451237759084060404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=7451237759084060404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/7451237759084060404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/7451237759084060404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/04/wesley-snipes-filing-taxes-while-black.html' title='WESLEY SNIPES- FILING TAXES WHILE BLACK'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-4935411159110054598</id><published>2008-04-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:48:50.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><title type='text'>XENA AND THE MYTH OF THE "GOOD" PERSON</title><summary type='text'>My favourite television show of all time is Xena. (Yes, I do know that I am geek. ;o) In the show, Xena, a penitent former warlord, tries to clean up her old karma by using her skills as warrior to defend her former victims against her former colleagues. Xena wants to make amends and be a "good" person.Xena was the only mortal who could fight with and negotiate with the Gods. Even after she gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/4935411159110054598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=4935411159110054598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/4935411159110054598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/4935411159110054598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/04/xena-and-myth-of-good-person.html' title='XENA AND THE MYTH OF THE &quot;GOOD&quot; PERSON'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-8059762385334049883</id><published>2008-03-18T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:40:23.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greg palast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush regime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countrywide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear Stearns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david vitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eliot spitzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citigroup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlyle Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citimortgage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sub-prime mortgage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernanke'/><title type='text'>SPITZER'S DOWNFALL: NO COINCIDENCE</title><summary type='text'>I don't have permission to re-publish this.  It is so important I am taking the risk of blogger wrath.  If you think Eliot Spitzer's downfall is just something that "happened", think again.  It happened because of the Bush regime and their committment to making sure that the rich get richer, and no pesky, do-gooder politicians mess up the scam. And people, please.  It is the 21st Century.  Sex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/8059762385334049883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=8059762385334049883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/8059762385334049883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/8059762385334049883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2008/03/spitzers-downfall-no-coincidence.html' title='SPITZER&apos;S DOWNFALL: NO COINCIDENCE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-4791673948043573400</id><published>2007-03-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:49:51.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush regime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl rove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George bubbagump Bush'/><title type='text'>GEORGE W. BUSH'S PERSONALITY DISORDER</title><summary type='text'>Below is psychiatrist Dr. Paul Minot's evaulation of Dubya that was emailed to me.  It really explains alot.

It does not, however, explain WHY KARL ROVE HAS NOT BEEN SUBPOENAED YET!!!

Anyhow, read on....


 A Psychiatrist's Analysis of George W. Bush      George Bush's "irrational"consideration of a  "surge" in the wake of the Iraq Study Group report -- which apparently defies all credible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/4791673948043573400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=4791673948043573400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/4791673948043573400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/4791673948043573400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2007/03/george-w-bushs-personality-disorder.html' title='GEORGE W. BUSH&apos;S PERSONALITY DISORDER'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-1348991796420086910</id><published>2007-03-14T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:34:27.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biological basis of homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush Limbaugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush regime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo-cons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev. Mohler'/><title type='text'>IS THERE A TEST TO DETERMINE IF BABIES WILL BE NEO-CONS?</title><summary type='text'>"Neo-con" means "neo-conservative." People like Karl Rove, George Bush, Dick Cheney and Condoleeza Rice count on the support of neo-cons. Rush Limbaugh is their "leader" if that term can even be applied to him.So, today, one of these morons (Southern Baptist "Reverend" Mohler) came out saying if it were determined that there was a biological basis for homosexuality then the fetus should be "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/1348991796420086910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=1348991796420086910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/1348991796420086910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/1348991796420086910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-there-test-to-determine-if-babies.html' title='IS THERE A TEST TO DETERMINE IF BABIES WILL BE NEO-CONS?'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-115691678927965276</id><published>2006-08-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:31:52.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE I AM A QUEEN</title><summary type='text'>The pictures in this post have nothing to do with what I am writing about. I am just using my favourite pix from the first year to divide up all my random thoughts. MY FAVOURITE PICTURE FROM MY FIRST YEAR OF BLOGGING.I've been listening to India Arie. "Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't/Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't...I'm not the average girl from your video/And I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/115691678927965276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=115691678927965276&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115691678927965276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115691678927965276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-i-am-queen.html' title='BECAUSE I AM A QUEEN'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-115610030333534078</id><published>2006-08-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:36:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DPF PSA</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to my Mom this morning about my grandfather, who died about six months after I'd moved out here. His birthday is the 23rd and my 21st anniversary of living in Los Angeles is September 1st."You should see these letters he wrote Nonny," my Mom told me. "He was once a vibrant, healthy, sane man." (My grandfather is where my mother inherited her manic depression.)"He was obsessed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/115610030333534078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=115610030333534078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115610030333534078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115610030333534078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/08/dpf-psa.html' title='DPF PSA'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-115049048264972930</id><published>2006-06-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:41:16.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU BELONG?</title><summary type='text'>Photo linkHappy Bloomsday to all Joyceans, Dubliners, and Dubliners at heart!A nice link about Bloomsday:http://www.irishabroad.com/Culture/Literature/writers/bloomsday/A nice little article about Joyce's grandson, Stephen Joyce:http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/060619fa_factI don't have time to track down the exact quote (and I admit to reading Joyce the way I read Woolf, skimming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/115049048264972930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=115049048264972930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115049048264972930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/115049048264972930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-belong.html' title='DO YOU BELONG?'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114897375745856835</id><published>2006-05-30T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:43:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAPPETITE</title><summary type='text'>I invented a new word: crappetite. I have an appetite for crap. I should send it to that contest whatever newspaper has every year. Does anyhow know which paper it is?Anyhow, my crappetite has been in full swing this weekend. I have been eating pizza, fried foods, etc. My stomach is paying for it.I had a mini-meltdown this weekend. It was like I felt imprisoned in my life. I wanted to pack up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114897375745856835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114897375745856835&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114897375745856835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114897375745856835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/05/crappetite.html' title='CRAPPETITE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114745539402966254</id><published>2006-05-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:44:34.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMING LORD SUTCH: MAY HE LIVE AGAIN!!!</title><summary type='text'> Screaming Lord Sutch performing.Brits are always surprised that I know who Screaming Lord Sutch was. More surprised than if I spout a few (Scots) Gaelic phrases at them. More surprised than if I profess to knowing that he died on Bloomsday, an obscure Irish celebration of James Joyce' ULYSSES held every year in Dublin. (I hope to attend one year.)To my ABSOLUTE HORROR I recieved an email from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114745539402966254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114745539402966254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114745539402966254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114745539402966254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/05/screaming-lord-sutch-may-he-live-again.html' title='SCREAMING LORD SUTCH: MAY HE LIVE AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114560387029090209</id><published>2006-04-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:58:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE BLOG DO WE KNOW?</title><summary type='text'>Why do you blog? Why? When you have so many other things to do and your blogging"buddies" are people you have never met? People who do not steer the events of your day to day life except in comments that (in my case, usually) don't come until long after you have posted?BECAUSE YOU MUST!I have been hearing (and reading) from so many people that there is general level of disatisfaction in day to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114560387029090209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114560387029090209&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114560387029090209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114560387029090209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-blog-do-we-know.html' title='WHAT THE BLOG DO WE KNOW?'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114392392970024667</id><published>2006-04-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:00:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL FOOLS DAY</title><summary type='text'>"If I were the PresidentIf I were queen for a dayI'd give the ugly peopleAll the moneyI'd re-write the Book of LoveI'd make it funny..." --Laurie Anderson, MY EYESMy first official April Fools prank was this morning when my friend Enigma called."Did you hear Bush is resigning from office?""What?"  Enigma was clearly confused.  "No way.""April Fools! But wouldn't it be great?"I suppose if I were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114392392970024667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114392392970024667&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114392392970024667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114392392970024667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-fools-day.html' title='ALL FOOLS DAY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114315221736088946</id><published>2006-03-23T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:54:45.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTIFACTICITY TOODLE: DIGITAL COWGIRL</title><summary type='text'>Opening ceremoniesFabulosity Toodle (acceptance speech)Hootanahollernanny Toodle (acceptance speech)Fotosurreallic Toodle (acceptance speech)Babsilicious Toodle (acceptance speech)The Toodles: Better Than The OscarsRomantihofficity ToodleCollectimusikane-san ToodleWHY ARE WE IN THIS HANDBASKETOne of the many things I love about Digital Cowgirl is her Net or Blog "handle". I imagine an aerial view</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114315221736088946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114315221736088946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114315221736088946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114315221736088946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/03/artifacticity-toodle-digital-cowgirl.html' title='ARTIFACTICITY TOODLE: DIGITAL COWGIRL'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114188811064370880</id><published>2006-03-08T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:06:52.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMANTIHOFFICITY TOODLE: CONFESSIONS OF A DUMB WHITE GUY</title><summary type='text'>Opening ceremoniesFabulosity Toodle      (acceptance speech)Hootanahollernanny Toodle    (acceptance speech)Fotosurreallic Toodle      (acceptance speech)Babsilicious Toodle  (acceptance speech)THE HOFF WISHES HE WAS AS SAUVE AS MR SHIFE.CONFESSIONS OF A DUMB WHITE GUYTop Ten Reasons Why Mr. Shife Must Win The Romantihofficity Toodle!10.  His blog is educational.9.  He has spectacular visions.8.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114188811064370880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114188811064370880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114188811064370880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114188811064370880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/03/romantihofficity-toodle-confessions-of.html' title='ROMANTIHOFFICITY TOODLE: CONFESSIONS OF A DUMB WHITE GUY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114154472713727821</id><published>2006-03-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:06:02.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOODLES: BETTER THAN THE OSCARS</title><summary type='text'>Opening ceremoniesFabulosity Toodle      (acceptance speech)Hootanahollernanny Toodle    (acceptance speech)Fotosurreallic Toodle      (acceptance speech)Babsilicious Toodle  (acceptance speech)THE TOODLES ARE BETTER THAN THE OSCARS OR ANY OTHER AWARDS SHOWWhy, you may ask? First of all, because the Toodles are imaginary, everyone can attend: the dead and the living, celebrity and non-celebrity, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114154472713727821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114154472713727821&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114154472713727821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114154472713727821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/03/toodles-better-than-oscars.html' title='THE TOODLES: BETTER THAN THE OSCARS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114136419490935112</id><published>2006-03-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:58:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABSILICIOUS TOODLE: HOW TO GO INSANE</title><summary type='text'> HOW TO GO INSANEWhat can I say about Ms. Babs? I first knew her as Sooner's "Stepford Babs" in the epic Monkey saga. It was not until after "meeting" her at Sooner's Bar and Grill that I realized she was the recipient of one of the first posts I ever read: on MENTAL EXCREMENTS, "Thank you for being you." I encourage to read this wonderful post, as it says everything that I am going to try to say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114136419490935112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114136419490935112&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114136419490935112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114136419490935112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/03/babsilicious-toodle-how-to-go-insane.html' title='BABSILICIOUS TOODLE: HOW TO GO INSANE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114111516718668569</id><published>2006-02-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:43:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTOSURREALIC TOODLE: LIFE IN THE NIGHTMARE</title><summary type='text'>THE RETURN OF THE TOODLES!!!I have moved the previous two awards and the opening ceremonies up as to keep all the awards together. Scroll down the page, or follow these links:Opening ceremoniesFabulosity Toodle      (acceptance speech)Hootanahollernanny Toodle    (acceptance speech)LIFE IN THE NIGHTMARELife in the Nightmare is blog about politics, about music, about photographs of Stockport, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114111516718668569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114111516718668569&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114111516718668569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114111516718668569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/fotosurrealic-toodle-life-in-nightmare.html' title='FOTOSURREALIC TOODLE: LIFE IN THE NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114024858264565104</id><published>2006-02-27T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:27:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOTANAHOLLERNANNY  TOODLE: YELLOWDOG GRANNY</title><summary type='text'>The Toodles continues with the presentation of the second award. (Opening Ceremonies, First Award)YELLOW DOG GRANNYYellowdog Granny has lived through many adventures and incarnations. She might be sober now, but I imagine her past life as being able to outdrink, outcurse, and out armwrestle pirates and Hell's Angels. She's been an outlaw and a housewife; she's had spicy affairs and been on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114024858264565104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114024858264565104&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114024858264565104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114024858264565104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/hootanahollernanny-toodle-yellowdog.html' title='HOOTANAHOLLERNANNY  TOODLE: YELLOWDOG GRANNY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114007548442619720</id><published>2006-02-27T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:38:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FABULOSITY TOODLE: BRITE YELLOW GUN</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to begin with a history of blogging and give the first Toodle to Turtlelinni, and then Mental Excrements, etc and so on, in chronological order. That might have seemed like the right thing to do, but we at The Toodles are known to make certain exceptions.Our philosophy is "if you flatter us by hyping our awards ceremony on your own blog, you WILL be rewarded...first...." (We also accept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114007548442619720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114007548442619720&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114007548442619720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114007548442619720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/fabulosity-toodle-brite-yellow-gun.html' title='FABULOSITY TOODLE: BRITE YELLOW GUN'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114006845503480678</id><published>2006-02-27T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:49:51.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOODLES OPENING CEREMONY</title><summary type='text'>THE RED CARPET ARRIVALS BEGIN...EVERYONE LOOKS FABULOUS!!!VIGGO MORTENSEN SHOWING HOW MANY TOODLES HE HAS RECEIVEDWell, the excitement is almost unbearable!  I've been told that Pamela Anderson has fainted with anticipation, and Leonardo DiCaprio has been hyperventilating into a paper bag in the men's room for the last ten minutes. As in all past years the TOODLES are very protected; not just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114006845503480678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114006845503480678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114006845503480678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114006845503480678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/toodles-opening-ceremony.html' title='THE TOODLES OPENING CEREMONY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-114089485926445715</id><published>2006-02-25T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:32:56.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PERFECT DAY</title><summary type='text'>[Despite many promises and false starts and stops, THE TOODLES will return on Monday. I have set aside this weekend to honour my grandmother and my recently deceased aunt's birthdays.]This would have been my grandmother's 93rd birthday. Everyone that knew her fully expected her to be alive well into her nineties, but she used to always say "I hope I die in my sleep, peacefully, with no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/114089485926445715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=114089485926445715&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114089485926445715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/114089485926445715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-day.html' title='A PERFECT DAY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113988828731414204</id><published>2006-02-14T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:11:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY V.D.</title><summary type='text'>On Valentine's Day every year I call my mom and we both try to say, before the other one has a chance, "HAPPY VD!!" Because we are the kind of people that think that kind of humour is funny.So yes, it is genetic, and not contagious...Here is my Valentine's Day tribute to all the men I have loved before, those who make me dreamy (or give me the "blush 'n gush" as I like to describe that sensation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113988828731414204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113988828731414204&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113988828731414204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113988828731414204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vd.html' title='HAPPY V.D.'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-G1YfVOTbE/TJOtnfsjSpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uc6rILaC-bs/s72-c/jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113839289877038689</id><published>2006-01-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:14:09.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POETRY OF CHEESE AND OTHER RECIPES FOR LIFE</title><summary type='text'>"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."G. K. ChestertonToday I contributed one of those weird searches that turn up in people's stat counters."Chesterton + get a handle on his hedgehog". I also tried just "Chesterton + hedgehog" and did these under images first and then websites.I was looking for an illustration by Chesterton of a very portly man (maybe a self-portrait), a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113839289877038689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113839289877038689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113839289877038689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113839289877038689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/poetry-of-cheese-and-other-recipes-for.html' title='THE POETRY OF CHEESE AND OTHER RECIPES FOR LIFE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113822248705525184</id><published>2006-01-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:17:32.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gnostic Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Burns'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RABBIE</title><summary type='text'>ROBERT BURNS BIOROBERT BURNS POETRY ON-LINEAlmost everyone knows AULD LANG SYNE, and some might know MY LUV IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE, or if you read J.D. Salinger you know COMING THROUGH THE RYE. Maybe you know SCOTS WHA HAE, or the epic TAM O'SHANTER.But may favourite song was on my mom's Jean Redpath album, about Bonnie Prince Charlie. I always loved that he uses an old children's fairy rhyme as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113822248705525184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113822248705525184&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113822248705525184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113822248705525184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/suggestions-please-happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RABBIE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113739784765256157</id><published>2006-01-15T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:18:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE THEY DO IN KATROO</title><summary type='text'>THIS IS MY FAVOURITE BIRTHDAY BOOK!I would like to have a birthday like they do in Katroo!Well, between a wee stomach virus and some car problems I have been off-line for the last few days.Tomorrow I am going to do a small celebration with a friend and go out for lunch and to see TRISTAN AND ISOLDE. (They used the German spelling. I guess because it is more well-known.) I will do my birthday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113739784765256157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113739784765256157&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113739784765256157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113739784765256157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-they-do-in-katroo.html' title='LIKE THEY DO IN KATROO'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113657771939942464</id><published>2006-01-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:20:25.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Joyce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>EPIPHANIZED</title><summary type='text'>"This is the moment which I call epiphany. First we recognise that the object is one integral thing, then we recognise that it is an organised composite stru ' cture, a thing in fact: finally, when the relation of the parts is exquisite, when the parts are adjusted to the special point, we recognise that it is that thing which it is. Its soul, its whatness, leaps to us from the vestment of its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113657771939942464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113657771939942464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113657771939942464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113657771939942464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/epiphanized.html' title='EPIPHANIZED'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113643728136997344</id><published>2006-01-04T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:48:21.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marijuana'/><title type='text'>THE NAUGHTY GIRL</title><summary type='text'>The Naughty Girl: Maryjane.I was over on Texlahoma's page, and he was, once again, talking about the 420.Alcohol can go to parties with an escort, but Maryjane is a bad girl. You'd better see her at night, in strange neighbourhoods, or alone, and don't tell anyone. You know why?She doesn't need big business, or lobbyists.  She doesn't create enough illness for insurance companies and hospitals to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113643728136997344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113643728136997344&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113643728136997344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113643728136997344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/naughty-girl.html' title='THE NAUGHTY GIRL'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113627099523718120</id><published>2006-01-02T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:55:00.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollo May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestic bliss'/><title type='text'>WOLVES RESTING NEAR THE FIRE</title><summary type='text'>"...the constructive use of solitude. It requires that we be able to retire from a world that is 'too much with us,' that we be able to be quiet, that we let the solitude work for us and in us. It is characteristic of our time that many people are afraid of solitude: to be alone is a sign one is a social failure, for no one would be alone if he or she could help it."It often occurs to me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113627099523718120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113627099523718120&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113627099523718120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113627099523718120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2006/01/wolves-resting-near-fire.html' title='WOLVES RESTING NEAR THE FIRE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113575784081043308</id><published>2005-12-27T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:10:48.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archetypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dysfunctional families'/><title type='text'>BRIGID, PHOEBE, MAUDE, AND ME, THE TOODLER**</title><summary type='text'>I just watched PIE IN THE SKY: THE BRIGID BERLIN STORY. Watching this put me in touch with the depression I have been fighting off for the last month. Now I am tired and worn out. Despite the vast differences in our backgrounds I could really relate to this woman. The addiction personality (mostly hers was food, but also drugs) her refusal to sugar coat or hide bad behaviour (I think a hallmark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113575784081043308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113575784081043308&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113575784081043308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113575784081043308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/brigid-phoebe-maude-and-me-toodler.html' title='BRIGID, PHOEBE, MAUDE, AND ME, THE TOODLER**'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113532451077480914</id><published>2005-12-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:59:26.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>MUNDANE MIRACLES</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't sure if the hummingbirds were feeding at the feeder now that the tree has lost all of its flowers. (And leaves!) The other day I was outside raking, and I saw the female come to the tree. I was right under the feeder, and she flew away when she saw me. Then, yesterday morning early, I went outside to feed the birds (mostly sparrows, doves and a few finches) and I heard that distinct </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113532451077480914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113532451077480914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113532451077480914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113532451077480914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/mundane-miracles.html' title='MUNDANE MIRACLES'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113514919628977614</id><published>2005-12-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:19:33.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter solstice'/><title type='text'>LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS</title><summary type='text'>MAY YOU HAVE A MERRY YULE AND MAY THE LIGHT OF THE SEASON STAY WITH YOU ALWAYS!!!HAPPY SOLSTICE!!!TOODLE ON!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113514919628977614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113514919628977614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113514919628977614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113514919628977614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/light-in-darkness.html' title='LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113498477702856353</id><published>2005-12-19T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:01:54.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>THE SPARKLY SANTA HAT AND OTHER SPEWINGS FROM THE RANDOM THOUGHT GENERATOR</title><summary type='text'>Every year, the desire to wear a Santa hat emerges before the Christmas decorations have been dug out of storage. (This includes the many years that "storage" referred to the garage or back of the hall closet, and not Public Storage!) For this reason, every year I end up buying a new Santa hat.So this year I decided to make it a custom. Make it official, it looks like you are endorsing it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113498477702856353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113498477702856353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113498477702856353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113498477702856353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/sparkly-santa-hat-and-other-spewings.html' title='THE SPARKLY SANTA HAT AND OTHER SPEWINGS FROM THE RANDOM THOUGHT GENERATOR'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113428064351645018</id><published>2005-12-10T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:03:48.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christy canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>THE PORN TV</title><summary type='text'> (My job is nothing like this...That's Christy Canyon, btw.)My friend and her boyfriend rearranged their condo and they didn't have anywhere to put their third television. They watch a lot of television, but only in the living room and bedroom, where the other two are. So they sold it to me for $20. (This is how I acquire most of my belongings. Or by helping people move.)Since my friends have all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113428064351645018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113428064351645018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113428064351645018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113428064351645018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/porn-tv.html' title='THE PORN TV'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113406462788553914</id><published>2005-12-08T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:34:00.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death of John Lennon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lennon Memorial'/><title type='text'>IMAGINE</title><summary type='text'>December 8, 1980. I don't remember what I was doing, when John Lennon was shot. That was a time in my life where I was usually on at least two substances, not including constant nicotine and pot smoking.This was before my conversion to The High Anarchy Church of Punk Rock and British Ska. Later I would add to my calendar that this was the day Darby Crash of the Germs died, but from partying too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113406462788553914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113406462788553914&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113406462788553914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113406462788553914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/12/imagine.html' title='IMAGINE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113342315718843931</id><published>2005-11-30T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:56:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ARABESQUE OF LIFE</title><summary type='text'>I was writing a long report on all the "events" of the week. But I couldn't finish it, and I was jotting down this bit, and thought, "well, it seems to work on it's own." So here it is. I am fine, but on the bus and very busy at work. No time to really read or write blogs!I don't want to merely cling to the tightrope of life, grasping my way across it, eyes clenched in terror, dreading the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113342315718843931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113342315718843931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113342315718843931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113342315718843931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/11/arabesque-of-life.html' title='AN ARABESQUE OF LIFE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113217170047455455</id><published>2005-11-16T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:09:24.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMIT</title><summary type='text'>If there were some sort of permit for adulthood I think I would have failed it. I think a great many people would have."Yeah, he's got the house and the wife, but he keeps failing the test.""She got promoted at her job and she's having another baby, but she can't even get through the written test."Probably some people would pass but then there would be no outward sign."Yeah, he passed the test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113217170047455455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113217170047455455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113217170047455455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113217170047455455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/11/permit.html' title='PERMIT'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113107990557500779</id><published>2005-11-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:20:09.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ANGELS AND MOLECULES OF OUR STORIES AND SONGS</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I was sitting outside at Starbucks during my lunch break. It was such a beautiful day, and working in an office has really made me lonely for the clouds and the birds and the Rosebush!A wind was stirring all around me, sending napkins flying and ruffling the pages of books. I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye. Like a strong spirit or angel. I felt like something beautiful was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113107990557500779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113107990557500779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113107990557500779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113107990557500779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/11/angels-and-molecules-of-our-stories.html' title='THE ANGELS AND MOLECULES OF OUR STORIES AND SONGS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113099696855017566</id><published>2005-11-02T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:21:11.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO BUCK CHUCK</title><summary type='text'>I made people laugh tonight at Trader Joe's. The lady ahead of me was buying some Charles Shaw Merlot, and she complained that they didn't have the Chardonnay.I had left the line to get my own Cabernet Sauvignon ("life is a cabernet, old chum") and when I came back one of the cashiers was saying "Boy, we sure sell alot of that. It's so economical." (It's two dollars a bottle, hence it's nickname.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113099696855017566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113099696855017566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113099696855017566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113099696855017566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-buck-chuck.html' title='TWO BUCK CHUCK'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113080490172367151</id><published>2005-11-01T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:03:42.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archetypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE SIXTH SENSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>THE SIXTH SENSE &amp; THE HEALING OF MEN</title><summary type='text'>(EDIT:  Please do not steal this for your film school final thesis.  Especially if you are in Los Angeles.  You will be found out, trust me.)If you think I spend too much time pondering Godzilla's representation of U.S./Japanese relations, or just too much going into things altogether, I warn you, this one was quite tricky even for me. However, if you liked my Harville Hendrix post, I think you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113080490172367151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113080490172367151&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113080490172367151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113080490172367151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/11/sixth-sense-healing-of-men.html' title='THE SIXTH SENSE &amp; THE HEALING OF MEN'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113070670815682174</id><published>2005-10-30T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:19:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE MORE MORE</title><summary type='text'>Do pictures really speak louder than words? I think so. BTW, Digital Cowgirl, get back to work! You have a show coming up!!! And Sooner, was that you in the backyard last night, or was it the Halloween ghosties?Someone (Rand?) said that my boobs were the last thing he expected to see on my post. If you ever went drinking with me, or if you were a punk or ska band that toured the Mid-west in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113070670815682174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113070670815682174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113070670815682174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113070670815682174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-more-more.html' title='MORE MORE MORE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113012445553130813</id><published>2005-10-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:53:02.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOTLAND'S OTHER BARD</title><summary type='text'>Scotland's great monarch was Robert The Bruce; Her great hero was William Wallace; Her great bard was Robert Burns. I suppose Her next greatest royal would be (Catholic) Mary Stewart; hero, (defeated) Bonnie Prince Charlie; and bard? Well, I would choose (irreverant) Ian Anderson.Tony Scott (on KLOS-- sorry Native Wayne, but it was some long commercial and I switched the station!) was spinning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113012445553130813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113012445553130813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113012445553130813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113012445553130813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/scotlands-other-bard.html' title='SCOTLAND&apos;S OTHER BARD'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112961638101689342</id><published>2005-10-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:29:05.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huanted house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen mary shipwreck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hauntings'/><title type='text'>QUEEN SCARY</title><summary type='text'>I went to the Queen Mary Shipwreck Sunday night and IT WAS AWESOME!!!! We had so much fun.I went with my friend "Enigma" (not her real name). She is one of my favourite friends because she is so -- well-- enigmatic. She's a lesbian that sleeps with men, a thirtyish woman who is in one of these Shriners Organizations (NOT the Shriner's-- but I must protect the guilty and keep everyone's top secret</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112961638101689342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112961638101689342&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112961638101689342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112961638101689342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/queen-scary.html' title='QUEEN SCARY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112957950831026388</id><published>2005-10-17T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:22:55.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE HILTON FAMILY DREAM &amp; SILLY PERSONALITY TESTS</title><summary type='text'>I got some emails about my Hilton heiress dream, and I just thought I'd clarify in case anyone else wondered: The tablecloth being paper was the sign that there was a "falseness" or an appearance. Since the family is so obviously wealthy (as all families are, even if it's not always with cash) it seemed strange to dream-me that they didn't use the real thing.The diaper table represented children </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112957950831026388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112957950831026388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112957950831026388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112957950831026388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-hilton-family-dream-silly.html' title='MORE HILTON FAMILY DREAM &amp; SILLY PERSONALITY TESTS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112950490657776353</id><published>2005-10-16T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:29:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT THE TIME WHEN I WAS MADE A HILTON HEIRESS</title><summary type='text'>...Yeah, well, it was a dream I had. I sent it in to my buddy at SLOW WAVE, but I don't know that he is going to be able to break it down into four panels.In the dream I went on a picnic with the Mom and two sisters and their entourage of servants and assistants (the rich are rarely alone). For some reason the Mom insisted very Martha Stewart-like that we all sit on the red and white checkered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112950490657776353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112950490657776353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112950490657776353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112950490657776353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-time-when-i-was-made-hilton.html' title='ABOUT THE TIME WHEN I WAS MADE A HILTON HEIRESS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112900653819014239</id><published>2005-10-10T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:06:43.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW GEORGE HERBERT WALKER BUSH GOT MY PICTURE IN A JAPANESE NEWSPAPER</title><summary type='text'>My sister came to visit me in 1993. We did a lot of sightseeing, including important stops like having toast at the now closed Ships restaurant, visiting Disneyland and riding the Haunted Mansion ten times in a row, and naturally, a trip to Hollywood Boulevard and Grauman's Chinese Theatre.As Angelenos know, most of the media and ticket hawkers and surveyers do not want to talk to people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112900653819014239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112900653819014239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112900653819014239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112900653819014239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-george-herbert-walker-bush-got-my.html' title='HOW GEORGE HERBERT WALKER BUSH GOT MY PICTURE IN A JAPANESE NEWSPAPER'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112880214549326473</id><published>2005-10-08T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:46:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARVILLE HENDRIX</title><summary type='text'>In 1992 I had a pretty serious nervous breakdown. I'd been carrying alot of trauma from my past, and also I just did not want to keep living the way I had been. It all worked out for the best, but I would not wish what I went through on anyone. I am always very honest about having been a suicidal wreck because I've found that it helps other people be more honest about their own depressions and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112880214549326473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112880214549326473&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112880214549326473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112880214549326473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/harville-hendrix.html' title='HARVILLE HENDRIX'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112866673856586081</id><published>2005-10-06T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:40:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GODZILLA: FRIEND OR FOE? &amp; HIP HOP PHOTOS</title><summary type='text'>Maybe everyone has already heard this. My friend Jack told me once that there is a theory among Godzilla fans that the lizard monster born of Hiroshima's fallout actually represents Japanese/U.S. relations. In the first movies Godzilla is a rampaging destroyer, but in later movies Godzilla defends Japan against other monsters. And that further, this change takes place as the U.S. strengthened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112866673856586081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112866673856586081&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112866673856586081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112866673856586081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/godzilla-friend-or-foe-hip-hop-photos.html' title='GODZILLA: FRIEND OR FOE? &amp; HIP HOP PHOTOS'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112839784343489810</id><published>2005-10-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:55:56.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST RECORD PURCHASE (TRUE STORIES FROM A STRANGE CHILDHOOD)</title><summary type='text'>I've been over on Ron Kane's site, digging through the archives. On one of his posts he shows a picture of himself at age six holding up a Harry Belafonte record. This put me in a nostalgic mood.About a year before Elvis (America's only King) died there was some sort of giant movie extravaganza on Channel 30. My sister and I loved Elvis movies, and we were huge fans of Ann-Margeret (especially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112839784343489810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112839784343489810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112839784343489810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112839784343489810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-record-purchase-true-stories.html' title='MY FIRST RECORD PURCHASE (TRUE STORIES FROM A STRANGE CHILDHOOD)'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112656704834662894</id><published>2005-09-12T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:17:28.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MET THE COCKETTES</title><summary type='text'>I was watching the Cockettes documentary, and I kept having these feelings that I'd met them or at least seen the movie before.  So, it kept driving me crazy, and I watched the movie about fifteen times, trying to figure out if it was just deja vu or what. I either did meet them once, or I had a very, very detailed realistic dream that I did.  If you have ever been to a party with me where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112656704834662894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112656704834662894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112656704834662894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112656704834662894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-met-cockettes.html' title='I MET THE COCKETTES'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112602962417558119</id><published>2005-09-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:48:33.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocky Horror Picture Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indie 103.1'/><title type='text'>ROCKY HORROR THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY AT THE BOWL</title><summary type='text'>Last Wednesday this went from being something that I had been planning to go to, if I had the money and someone wanted to go with me, to a really exciting event because -- in case you didn't hear me shouting and jumping up and down-- I won tickets through Indie 103.1, the greatest radio station in the world. (This is Divine Providence. I have never even called a radio station trying to win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112602962417558119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112602962417558119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112602962417558119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112602962417558119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/09/rocky-horror-thirtieth-anniversary-at.html' title='ROCKY HORROR THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY AT THE BOWL'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112525808236073723</id><published>2005-08-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:16:26.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYBODY WANTS YOUR MONEY</title><summary type='text'>That is the truth. Radio, television, the Internet, all exist to sell widgets. If your show doesn't sell enough widgets you must go! It doesn't matter if you are Oprah or if you are that book guy on the PBS station way down at the end of the dial. You must sell widgets. And widget selling and buying is where most of our time and energy go.The thing is, money doesn't really exist... I know, "try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112525808236073723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112525808236073723&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112525808236073723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112525808236073723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/08/everybody-wants-your-money.html' title='EVERYBODY WANTS YOUR MONEY'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-112518321598289129</id><published>2005-08-27T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:39:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TOODLERS!</title><summary type='text'>What finally encouraged me to get this blog together was my "i love jonesy's jukebox blog": http://ilovejjb.blogspot.com/But I do need a place to record some of the random thoughts that go through my head... and I do wonder if even those close to me realise just how busy my mind is... It's like Grand Central Station at rush hour...Check back frequently, and until next time,TOODLE ON!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/112518321598289129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=112518321598289129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112518321598289129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/112518321598289129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-toodlers.html' title='WELCOME TOODLERS!'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15871808.post-113149096492424464</id><published>2005-08-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:05:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PROFILE</title><summary type='text'>I have lived in Los Angeles for 20 years; originally from the Mid-west. ("Scottish" refers to my ancestry.) I am a writer. I have a "past." But lately I am almost a recluse. Because I am so out-going people are always surprised at how introverted I am. I am often told that I am "different" and "deep", but sweet. I can also be shocking, but usually unintentionally. Friends tell me that I am "hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/feeds/113149096492424464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15871808&amp;postID=113149096492424464&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113149096492424464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15871808/posts/default/113149096492424464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodler.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-profile.html' title='MY PROFILE'/><author><name>Scottish Toodler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846209988015583381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
