<?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-6872809889938198201</id><updated>2012-02-18T17:46:52.312-05:00</updated><category term='Monologue'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='Personal Stories'/><category term='Terrifying Robot News'/><category term='Stand-Up Shows'/><category term='Conrad Bain'/><category term='Published Works'/><category term='New Yorker Article'/><category term='Oh Good'/><category term='Fictional Character Secrets'/><category term='Reject Pile'/><category term='Deja Vu'/><category term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><title type='text'>Free Pants</title><subtitle type='html'>The place to either find free pants or support the individual rights of pants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4475491984245772732</id><published>2011-12-21T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:21:55.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Vs. Reality: What if Top Gun Happened in Real Life?</title><content type='html'>Hello Pants stalkers/readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another edition of fiction vs. reality published on movies.com.  Read it with your favorite fat kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movies.com/movie-news/fiction-vs-reality-what-if-39top-gun39-happened-real-life/5910"&gt;http://www.movies.com/movie-news/fiction-vs-reality-what-if-39top-gun39-happened-real-life/5910&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4475491984245772732?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4475491984245772732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4475491984245772732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4475491984245772732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4475491984245772732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/12/fiction-vs-reality-what-if-top-gun.html' title='Fiction Vs. Reality: What if Top Gun Happened in Real Life?'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1994200986537832279</id><published>2011-10-27T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:50:18.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Pants has been picked up by Movies.com</title><content type='html'>Wondering how to fill time between the next episode of ABC's Pan Am? Check out my new column at movies.com. Your court-appointed therapist will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movies.com/movie-news/fiction-vs-reality-what-if-39weird-science39-happened-real-life/5098"&gt;http://www.movies.com/movie-news/fiction-vs-reality-what-if-39weird-science39-happened-real-life/5098&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1994200986537832279?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1994200986537832279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1994200986537832279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1994200986537832279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1994200986537832279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-pants-has-been-picked-up-by.html' title='Free Pants has been picked up by Movies.com'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7457586503192033580</id><published>2011-10-16T19:21:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:00:07.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare Your Elevator Speech... then die</title><content type='html'>Whether you're occupying wall street or waiting (however slowly) for the death of Jim Belushi's career (or brain), it's important to set and achieve goals.  Luckily, monster.com has taken a break from providing false hope to job seekers to proffer advice on how to make an "elevator pitch."  For most, access to an elevator in a workplace from which to make this pitch is unattainable, but that negative thinking -- just like rampant unemployment -- will lead you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article suggests people employ five (5) steps in their quest to receive a salary slightly higher than minimum wage.  Fortunately, I work in a management, so I'm in a position to evaluate this advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Focus on Why You Want the Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think  about why you want this job, and write down all your reasons. Delete  anything that could apply to most candidates, like "I need the money" or  "I want to work in this industry." Look for personal, unique reasons  why the position is right for you. If you like a company's &lt;a href="http://career-advice.monster.com/job-interview/Interview-Preparation/The-Corporate-Culture-Conundrum/article.aspx"&gt;corporate culture&lt;/a&gt;, be sure to mention it. If the position will enable you to achieve a professional goal, focus on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; Following this advice might not get you promoted in a work setting, but it will promote you in my mind from retard to talking retard.  Why would I care to help you achieve your professional goals?  I already expressed frustration at having to wait precious seconds by pressing the button to your floor.  Oh, wait.  You care about the corporate culture?  Why didn't you say so?  Pick up your bag of money on they way out.  It's next to my case of explosives, which is rigged to go off whenever you speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold"&gt;2. Consider How You Can Contribute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To  tailor your responses to individual situations, be observant. For  example, "I was waiting for an interview at an accounting firm when I  noticed the staff was having trouble communicating with the firm's  Russian-speaking clients," says contractor Marta Damien. "So during my  interview, I told a story about studying Russian in college. I got the  assignment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: Congratulations.  You have ensured that I will no longer take the elevator to work.  Instead, I will try the stairs or pole-vaulting into my office window.  All of these methods are preferable to hearing you prattle on about non-accomplishments.   Your best chance at receiving a promotion is to say, "One time I was in an elevator with a smart (and handsome) man who looked bored and tired.  I decided to keep quiet, slip him $100 and promise to commit suicide."  I might not promote you, but I will refrain from kicking you in the shins, which is a reward in itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold"&gt;3. Be Honest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You want to sound good  but not too good, cautions Catherine Conant, a professional storyteller  and consultant. "Don't try to make yourself bigger, braver, richer,  smarter or fancier than you are," she says. "People have an incredible  ability to spot a phony. Only tell stories that contain the truth about  what you know about yourself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: I have a story for miss Conant.  It's about an idiot named Catherine Conant, who, after tiring of offering worthless advice, decided to burn herself for fuel that powers the local affiliate that carries NBC's funny and poignant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry's Law&lt;/span&gt; (starring Kathy Bates at her hilarious best!). If you were still alive, Catherine, I would promote you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have grown tired of this article.  I have important work to do, but I look forward to their next article: How to make your bathroom stall pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7457586503192033580?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7457586503192033580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7457586503192033580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7457586503192033580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7457586503192033580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/10/prepare-your-elevator-speech-then-die.html' title='Prepare Your Elevator Speech... then die'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4681344922755379116</id><published>2011-10-05T16:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:51:21.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behave</title><content type='html'>If you're over the age of ten and still require instructions on interpersonal communications, you should head over to the local bookstore and ask for my book, &lt;em&gt;Hi, I'm an Idiot,&lt;/em&gt; in the self-help section. If the cashier feigns ignorance, you can simply chalk up the experience to your idiocy or hop into the nearest roadside fridge for an impromptu game of hide-and-seek. I promise I'll find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't fit your needs, you can also check out the "expert" advice doled out by the "writers" at cnn.com. Ann Marie O'Neill has compiled a list of behaviors (that she stole from other, better experts) one can employ to ensure he or she passes interviews (and mandatory drug-tests) with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Look interested&lt;/strong&gt;: When your face is neutral, it indicates that you're not engaged. Just a slight head tilt powerfully conveys the message that you're listening. A quick eyebrow arch is another simple yet effective gesture that communicates curiosity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, openly masturbating during the conversation communicates interest as well. I would caution against using an arched eyebrow while engaging in the activity, though -- it might give off the wrong impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Free Pants was so excited about the article's suggestions, that I sent them to successful people around the country. Below is the feedback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip # 1: Stop talking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to executive coach Ann Demarais, "A lot of folks have the habit of imparting endless information. The listener smiles, nods politely, and asks questions, so the lecturer... keeps... on... talking. Make sure to flip around the conversation so the listener can speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Execution:&lt;/strong&gt; Oncologist Ben Farmer, MD, Cleveland Clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Farmer:&lt;/strong&gt; "This is a game-changer. Just this morning, I told a man he had stage 4 lymphoma and rather than go into the details like I usually do, I simply put the focus on him and kept my mouth shut! By the end of the session, he was practically BEGGING me to keep talking about his treatment options and how much time he had left before he died. And I just kept quiet. Ann is right -- by the end of his crying and ranting, I felt like he was only focused on himself! If he had more than two weeks to live, I would recommend Ann's book to him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip # 2: Show your flaws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to life coach Lucia McElroy, "The fact is we are all walking around trying not to be human. We want to be these perfect little machines with no faults. But if I'm putting up a front and you are as well, what kind of conversation are we really having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Execution&lt;/strong&gt;: Mark Stonehill, hostage negotiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "I always used to feel like such a phony. 'We'll meet your demands' or 'everything is going to be fine,' I would tell gunmen. Now, I let them know that I have no real authority and that the police department is going to kill them no matter what they do. A lot more hostages are dying, but it's nothing comparied to the relief I feel at having honest conversations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip # 3: Use a person's name. Repeat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to sociologist Julie Albright, "People love to hear their own names. It makes them feel special. But don't stop there: learn the names of their spouses, friends, and pets and then mention them in follow-up conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Execution&lt;/strong&gt;: Barry Kirk, owner/proprietor of San Fernando Massage Parlor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barry&lt;/strong&gt;: Now when guys come in, I say, "Happy ending, Fred?" or "Did you scatter your wife's ashes yet, Steve?" or "Did that witness protection thing ever come through, Greg?" I can't tell if they're flattered because they usually just run away, but I definitely leave a first impression on them. Thanks, Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: stay in that fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4681344922755379116?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4681344922755379116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4681344922755379116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4681344922755379116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4681344922755379116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/10/behave.html' title='Behave'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7840831889703905312</id><published>2011-08-24T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:17:33.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews -- 8/24/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Higher Ground &lt;/span&gt;-- -9,000 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/span&gt; A chronicle of one women's lifelong struggle with her faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; I was raised to believe that people struggled with their faith privately so as to not interrupt my playing Nintendo Wii or robbing them.  Unless God comes down from Heaven to settle the dispute on film (and banish Vera Farmiga to hell), I can't imagine how this can be construed as entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention Farmiga because this is her directorial debut -- something that everyone who saw her in the three movies she's appeared in has been clamoring for.  In lieu of seeing this movie, Free Pants' suggests pushing an old women into a mailbox.  She, too, will question her faith but you've just saved ten bucks.  Use the money to buy yourself a Pizza Hut Pizzone -- all that pushing has made you hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/span&gt; After reaffirming her faith, Farmiga's character learns of a new pilot featuring Jim Belushi.  She commits suicide certain that "there is no God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star&lt;/span&gt; -- N/A (Slacks burst into flames of rage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/span&gt; A kid from the Mid-West moves out to Hollywood to follow in his parents footsteps -- and become a porn star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; I want you to gather the kids together, tie down the furniture (and dog), stock up some food, and hide in your cellar for protection until I tell you it's okay to re-emerge into society. Doctors cannot pinpoint the exact cause of clinical depression, but most agree it can be acquired during one screening of this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars Nick Swardson.  You may know him as a comedy cleaner -- he shows up in various comedies to remove all comedy from the scene.  He's so good that after the scene is over, you forget the scene was even supposed to elicit laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie employs the use of gag teeth and hair but stops short of ventriloquism to crush the souls of the audience.  I think perhaps the only value one can derive from this movie is the knowledge that anyone who purchases a ticket for it should be catapulted into space.  Perhaps some AMC theaters can actually set this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: After watching a scene from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bucky Larson&lt;/span&gt;, Vera Farmiga's character is convinced there is no God, then she learns of Jim Belushi's new sitcom success and kills herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7840831889703905312?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7840831889703905312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7840831889703905312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7840831889703905312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7840831889703905312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-movie-reviews-82411.html' title='New Movie Reviews -- 8/24/11'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1873474968834866277</id><published>2011-08-19T16:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:22:17.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, I can't find my crotchless panties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdf8gyhgQvs/Tk7TMg7cQZI/AAAAAAAACpM/odU3XD8IM74/s1600/t1larg.lingerie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdf8gyhgQvs/Tk7TMg7cQZI/AAAAAAAACpM/odU3XD8IM74/s400/t1larg.lingerie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642679595092951442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the West Memphis 3 are freed, we can focus on more important issues like the debt crisis, the baffling resurgence of Jim Belushi's career, and the French company Jours Apres Lunes' decision to produce a line of "loungerie" -- a mix of loungewear and lingerie -- for girls between the ages of 4 and 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothing line and website photos (see above) have drawn ire from psychologists and pedophiles who prefer straight-up sex with children without wasting time with seduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Tomi-Ann Roberts, a wet blanket and psychologist on the APA-created panel charged with tackling the media's sexualization of women and said the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7ptg2phmi4/Tk7TM9jgUDI/AAAAAAAACpU/G-3AsdjS2RU/s1600/sexy-doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7ptg2phmi4/Tk7TM9jgUDI/AAAAAAAACpU/G-3AsdjS2RU/s400/sexy-doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642679602777182258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Roberts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo provided and imagined by Free Pants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is nauseating and sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse news is that the company has also developed a line of "Loungerie" for babies. Free Pants got a preview. Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6IqwcmIf18/Tk7TNRODv4I/AAAAAAAACpk/PkGAZ_HTB2k/s1600/babies_standing_up_is677-052%2Bgreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6IqwcmIf18/Tk7TNRODv4I/AAAAAAAACpk/PkGAZ_HTB2k/s400/babies_standing_up_is677-052%2Bgreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642679608055938946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTfyGdfrdh8/Tk7TNMfErRI/AAAAAAAACpc/Z3x6J3I83ro/s1600/4202006-beautiful-baby-girl-standing-up-and-smiling-in-cot%2Bgreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTfyGdfrdh8/Tk7TNMfErRI/AAAAAAAACpc/Z3x6J3I83ro/s400/4202006-beautiful-baby-girl-standing-up-and-smiling-in-cot%2Bgreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642679606785125650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1873474968834866277?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1873474968834866277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1873474968834866277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1873474968834866277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1873474968834866277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-i-cant-find-my-crotchless-panties.html' title='Mom, I can&apos;t find my crotchless panties!'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdf8gyhgQvs/Tk7TMg7cQZI/AAAAAAAACpM/odU3XD8IM74/s72-c/t1larg.lingerie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1504253773058131884</id><published>2011-07-07T17:09:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:09:09.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zookeeper -- Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zookeeper:&lt;/em&gt; rating -- Golden Slacks exploded into sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/strong&gt; A group of zoo animals decide to break their code of silence in order to help their lovable zookeeper (Kevin James) find love -- without opting to leave his current job for something more illustrious. woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/strong&gt;: When robots become self-aware and enslave us, they will point to this movie and Jim Belushi's long career as the reasons for our demise. My heart sank after reading this synopsis. The questions that arise from this premise lead to incredulity if not madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five (5) credited screenwriters for this movie and one imagines the sad conferences where teams of screenwriters argued for and against James' urinating into a potted plant to garner the affections of Leslie Bibb. I imagined breathless calls to loved ones during lunch breaks. (Or, perhaps it was one of the few immediately agreed upon gags.) The only thing missing is additional screenwriter and suicide inducer Nia Vardalos to add some hilarious texting gags between a sexy college student, Kevin James, and a flatulent salamander.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie fails as entertainment, but it does succeed as a mass homicide note. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; James takes the advice of Bambi the Black Widow (voiced by the luminous Jennifer Tilly) and beds, murders, and eats Leslie Bibb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1504253773058131884?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1504253773058131884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1504253773058131884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1504253773058131884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1504253773058131884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/07/zookeeper-movie-review.html' title='Zookeeper -- Movie Review'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2415444278258938932</id><published>2011-07-04T16:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:46:00.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry Crowne Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Larry Crowne &lt;/span&gt;-- -9 million out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com)&lt;/span&gt;: After losing his job, a middle-aged man reinvents himself by going back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; I've read that one of the worst things in life is wasted talent.  Not true.  The worst thing in life is the movie Larry Crowne.  I know.  I just watched it.  It is the brainchild of Nia Vardalos, who punished us with a never-ending sea of romantic comedies (and John Corbett), and its lack of human understanding and interaction makes it a study in insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the minutes from the screenplay conference where the script was written (in about 1/2 hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Hanks' character is broke, unemployed, and adrift in loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! But then he meets a gorgeous 20-something who befriends him, rearranges his home, his hair, and his priorities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Why would she do this? He's twice her age and he's boring and unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: Because!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: So Hanks falls for her, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Why not?  Wouldn't a guy fall fall in love with a beautiful girl who paid so much attention to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: NO!  Because!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Who is the bad guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: No bad guy!  Everyone is earnest, truthful and nice. Just like in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer:&lt;/span&gt; Shouldn't we try to make it funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;: It &lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; funny.  Like in one scene, Hanks' professor confiscates his cell phone!  OMG, hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[producer shoots himself in the face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected scene:&lt;/span&gt; In a twist ending, it's revealed that Hanks' wife left him because he beat her.  After Roberts kisses Hanks in the closing scene, he hits her and sends her into the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2415444278258938932?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2415444278258938932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2415444278258938932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2415444278258938932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2415444278258938932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/07/larry-crowne-review.html' title='Larry Crowne Review'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-9025332638623555671</id><published>2011-01-04T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:42:40.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to www.conanorbust.com for more hilarity</title><content type='html'>This site has moved -- well, technically it's still here.  But check out conanorbust.com.  Free Pants will be there.  So should you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-9025332638623555671?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/9025332638623555671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=9025332638623555671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9025332638623555671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9025332638623555671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-to-wwwconanorbustcom-for-more.html' title='Go to www.conanorbust.com for more hilarity'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7300251607227712921</id><published>2010-11-11T18:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:59:25.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>On the Cat Walk... with your 10 Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8gIIxUJI/AAAAAAAACmk/GDhdjESQzSk/s1600/Snapshot%2B2010-11-11%2B17-26-272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8gIIxUJI/AAAAAAAACmk/GDhdjESQzSk/s400/Snapshot%2B2010-11-11%2B17-26-272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538438533140795538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(pictured above: "Sexy" Senior; Fat broad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be honest: with the advent of the Internet, old people are no longer being used as a resource for their grandkids' book reports which reduces their role in the world to 1) saying hilariously off-color remarks in comedy movies and 2) walking slowly in front of everyone on the planet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been the arrangement worked out among me, the old people I stuff into toilets, and God.  Then, a video on CNN.com sullied the whole deal.  Apparently, a woman has started a fashion show for "sexy seniors" in which old people -- 77-86 years old -- strut their stuff on a catwalk that is apparently made from toilet paper (see photo above).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a utility in that: if the old person passes, the organizers can simply wrap them up in the catwalk paper and toss them into the morgue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants thinks this is a capital idea and has received still photos of the event that have not been broadcast.  Take a look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 1. "Sexy Senior" Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8gB2c9mI/AAAAAAAACms/dmCEov84cko/s400/Snapshot%2B2010-11-11%2B17-25-0444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538438531453351522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wearing: &lt;/span&gt;sexy blouse, black skirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect Outfit For:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Yelling at the voice on the GPS navigation system, toasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wandering aimlessly in grocery stores during bouts of dementia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Falling down for no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 2.  "Sexy Senior" Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8g9_JyjI/AAAAAAAACm0/_vRR4-iNQGU/s400/tempalte%2B1%2Bgreat%2Bwhelle%2Bgreat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538438547595971122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wearing&lt;/span&gt;: See-through Hospital Nightie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accessories&lt;/span&gt;: earrings, dialysis machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect outfit for&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A late-night rendezvous with the toilet after too many Jell-O desserts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Formal appointments with lawyers (for will signings) and doctors (to find out how much time you have left to live) and morticians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 2. "Sexy Senior" Walter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8hCKwaTI/AAAAAAAACm8/2vTiQlzeoDI/s400/tempalte%2B1%2Bgreat%2Bcasket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538438548718381362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wearing&lt;/span&gt;: Beautiful Navy Blue Suit (inside of coffin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect outfit for:&lt;/span&gt; Cremation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7300251607227712921?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7300251607227712921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7300251607227712921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7300251607227712921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7300251607227712921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-cat-walk-with-your-10-cats.html' title='On the Cat Walk... with your 10 Cats'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TNx8gIIxUJI/AAAAAAAACmk/GDhdjESQzSk/s72-c/Snapshot%2B2010-11-11%2B17-26-272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6857410037102766304</id><published>2010-10-23T10:27:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T13:28:42.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Hereafter - 6 out of 7 Golden Slacks - A Real Review</title><content type='html'>I've always been attracted to strong women. In my early 20s, I dated a girl who dragged me to movies and, afterwards, engaged me in fierce debates about the meaning of them. No matter how heated the discussions became, she would always diffuse the situation by kissing me just above my left eyebrow -- a secret move she discovered that always weakened my defenses -- and saying, "I'm right. You'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long after we had broken up, I heard that she suffered a brain aneurysm and died almost instantly. Even though I was (and still am) agnostic, I'll sometimes think of her and still want to believe that she is out there, somewhere, remembering me. Remembering. That's the underlying theme of Clint Eastwood's new film &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hereafter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie invites us into the lives of three people who will eventually, through a series of coincidences, connect. The details of the three characters' lives are immaterial; they're tied together through death: a kid loses his twin brother, a French reporter suffers a near-death experience, and a man shoulders the burden of apparently being able to connect with the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the reviews state that the questions central to the film -- is there an afterlife, what happens when we die -- are left unanswered or explored and thus, the movie is a failure. But they're off the mark. The movie isn't about the afterlife; it's about how, despite our intellectual reasoning, love requires the living to hope for the existence of one. Whether our parents pass or our spouses leave or our children outgrow us, we grieve for ourselves -- who else will remember and understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie gets it right. This is a slow, meditative film that shows us people who struggle to exist in a world that does not understand their pain and explores the tentative, delicate connections they form with others who do understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is populated with people stranded in varying stages of grief, but we're meant to access the film, I think, through the boy who, after losing his brother, embarks on a journey to find out what happens when we die. The French reporter and the psychic who endure tragedies are equipped with adult coping mechanisms and use their intelligence, their power or their wealth to hide from the truths that lay buried in their subconscious. The kid, however, is naked in his pain and in his need to speak with his deceased brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually meets up with the psychic (Matt Damon) and there is a scene that summarizes the theme of the entire film. During the reading, the kid is searching for answers, for peace, and Damon's character relays a message that's either communicated by the dead brother or by Damon's character, out of kindness. The point is: it doesn't matter. The boy just needs to know he is not alone, even if it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all any of us wants -- to hope there's another side where they remember us, our secret moments, and where she is waiting to kiss me on the left eyebrow and tell me she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Note: This received a 50% rating on Rottentomatoes. That's what you guys gave G-Force, the animated movie starring Tracy Morgan about farting gerbils. If there is an afterlife, you're not going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6857410037102766304?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6857410037102766304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6857410037102766304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6857410037102766304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6857410037102766304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/10/hereafter-6-out-of-7-golden-slacks-real.html' title='Hereafter - 6 out of 7 Golden Slacks - A Real Review'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7634249764072045518</id><published>2010-10-18T00:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:18:15.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews - 10/15/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jackass 3-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; 0 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Plot Synopsis(from IMDB.com):&lt;/span&gt; (none)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: When the staff at imdb.com cannot publish a plot synopsis for a movie it means one of two things: either the movie is so beautiful, it transcends language or the movie is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jackass 3-D&lt;/span&gt;, a film that has the honor of falling under the umbrella of IMDB keyword category "Covered in Feces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good chunk of time pondering the need for such a category -- what sort of person searches for movies based on its inclusion of feces-covering? Turns out, it joins the ranks of other movies showcasing feces including &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Slumdog Millionnaire&lt;/span&gt;. Mind you, these are listed as the BEST covered-in-feces movies, which obviously means that countless other, lesser films are left out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; received over 172,000 votes. Is this for the movie or its feces coverage? The site doesn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the sort of film I wish had advertisements based on moviegoers' experiences. "Best date movie ever!" someone would exclaim as they elbowed their date or nearby pedestrians in the ribs. If any value can be derived from the film, it's that it makes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;America's Funniest Home Videos&lt;/span&gt; seem delightfully restrained in their showing of groin-kicking footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Cameo appearances by Supreme Court Justices Sonia Sotomayer and Elena Kagan who engage in a mud wrestling battle with Steve-O and Knoxville. After losing, Kagan decrees that the match be stricken from the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Conviction - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;-8,000 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com)&lt;/span&gt;: A working mother puts herself through law school in an effort to represent her brother, who has been wrongfully convicted of murder and has exhausted his chances to appeal his conviction through public defenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; Swank is becoming the new Glenn Close: an asexual man/woman who fights for something that no one but she really cares about. I don't want to talk about that, though -- I want to talk about the title. There is nothing, except for movies that don't include feces-covering, that angers Pants more than faux-intelligent screenwriters who create titles with double meanings. Instead of providing a review of the film, I want to propose other "intelligent" movies with titles that have double meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Offensive Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank (Craig T. Nelson), a former linebacker for the Jets turned Miss America Pageant host, develops a fatal case of Tourette's Syndrome hours before the telecast. Can he overcome his disorder in time for his presentation to the Girl Scouts of America? Will his disorder affect his dinner with the CEO and his Christian wife? Will he be covered with gatorade (or feces!) after making it through the show? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pregnant Pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison (Camryn Manheim) can't catch a break: she lost her job as a fitness instructor, her boyfriend left her, and she just found out that she can't have children. But then, after her cable goes out, a friendly repair man (Ernest Borgnine) gives her a magical remote control filled with his semen. When Allison accidentally eats the remote control during a late night binge, she wakes up pregnant and with the ability to stop time -- each time she belches, it hits the pause button on the remote. Will Allison be able to care for her new child? Can she fend off the terrorists vying for her magical remote? You don't want to miss a minute of this hilarious musical comedy that IMDB calls one of the best covered in feces movies of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You're Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Simmons (Gary Busey) is one of the toughest umpires in baseball. That is, until a newspaper photographer snaps photos of him coming out of a gay bar. Is Steve gay or at the bar for another hilarious reason? This comedy from the people that brought you Schindler's List might throw you a few curve balls! Starring Betty White as Steve's best friend and sassy head umpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: After Swank's character wins the court case, a bailiff dumps her into a barrel filled with feces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7634249764072045518?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7634249764072045518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7634249764072045518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7634249764072045518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7634249764072045518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-movie-reviews-101510.html' title='New Movie Reviews - 10/15/10'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5175333527813977593</id><published>2010-10-01T13:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:52:18.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Yorker Article'/><title type='text'>It Ain't Over Until the NBER Tells You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“The recession officially ended in June 2009, according to the Business Cycle Dating Committee of the National Bureau of Economic Research, the official arbiter of such dates.” – &lt;em&gt;The Times 9/21/10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gary Penske or Occupant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Speaking on the authority conferred upon me by the National Bureau of Economic Research, a panel charged with dating when recessions begin and end, I am writing to inform you that your recession is officially over! We apologize for any inconvenience this recession may have caused and appreciate your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had difficulty locating you. We have tried several times to contact you by phone only to learn from a pre-recorded message that the line has been disconnected. Despite our informing the pre-recorded message of your new recession-free status, it remained firm in its disconnect. We have also attempted to contact you by work email but were dismayed to learn (via auto-reply) of your recent unemployment. To rectify the situation, we have sent a copy of this letter to your former employer. If you still had an active phone line, we are positive that you would have received a call from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we sent one of our representatives to your home to relay the good news. We are sorry to hear that you have chosen to vacate the premises, allow the bank to foreclose on your home, and relocate you and your family to your automobile. Usually, we encourage this behavior during a recession, but as you are no longer embroiled in it, it is no longer necessary – if only you had waited until receiving this letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the panel, I apologize for not informing you sooner. We have over 300 million files that are carefully vetted by our staff of 12. Unfortunately, we often make mistakes – most famously, due to an internal mailing code error, Harold Feinstock of Marshfield, TN, never received the letter officially ending his recession in 1973. Despite his immense personal wealth, Mr. Feinstock spent his remaining years living inside of a mailbox filled with raccoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to expedite the process of your immersion back into the economy, we have taken the liberty of alerting your creditors to your new-found financial freedom and have agreed (on your behalf) for you to pay all outstanding balances within 60 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, we ask that you adhere to the following guidelines to maintain your viability in the marketplace: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When pressed to answer difficult questions during job interviews, simply place your feet on the interviewer’s desk and say, “That sounds like a question I would scramble to answer mid-recession. Now that I’m recession-free, let’s talk about expanding the company daycare to include dogs. I love dogs.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dine at expensive restaurants. When your credit card is declined, feign surprise. Then, show the waitress and the manager a copy of this letter – it should mollify them. If not, use a pen to circle key sections of the letter and direct them to it. If they persist, try more circling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spread the news of your good fortune to all of the people standing in line next to you at the unemployment office. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you again for your time and patience. We will reassess your account within six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;National Bureau of Economic Research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cc: Sallie Mae&lt;br /&gt;American Express&lt;br /&gt;Discover Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note: if the recipient of this letter is not Gary Penske, please disregard. You may, in fact, still be mired in a recession. Please call to check the status of your recession at 1-800-555-0894 during our regular business hours. For security purposes, we cannot list our regular business hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5175333527813977593?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5175333527813977593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5175333527813977593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5175333527813977593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5175333527813977593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-aint-over-until-nber-tells-you.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Over Until the NBER Tells You'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6064903136616397413</id><published>2010-09-18T14:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Trump Mosque</title><content type='html'>Dear Trapped Chilean Miners,&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to explain what has transpired above ground while you have been eating delicious free food and fielding job offers that are apparently based upon the qualities that led you to become trapped in a mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 9/11/01, terrorists hijacked planes and crashed them into the twin towers and the pentagon. Nine years later, someone tried to build an Islamic center (replete with swimming pool) near the world trade center site.  As you can imagine, this incited anger in the hearts and minds of bigots everywhere.  Luckily, Donald Trump stepped forward and offered to buy the site and construct his own center.  I've obtained some of his preliminary plans.  Please enjoy them as you take your extended vacation in the mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TJUEJ1zfNzI/AAAAAAAACl8/zSid1pKA-Ss/s400/019_trump_plaza+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321485520779058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Features:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TJUEJQNz6wI/AAAAAAAACls/ggBmT3YXt4E/s400/slot+great.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321475430640386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;State-of-the-art slot machines that pay out thousands when you match up the collapse of both towers and the pentagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TJUEIxnq1LI/AAAAAAAAClk/4uWciabE9rc/s400/ksmohammed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321467217597618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Official greeter: 9/11 mastermind Khalid Mohammed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TJUEJoMUrPI/AAAAAAAACl0/2cNjF503hNw/s400/Raffle+Casino+Popcorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321481866849522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9/11 raffle.  Each victim's name will be placed into the raffle.  The winner's family will be comped at the lunch buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6064903136616397413?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6064903136616397413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6064903136616397413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6064903136616397413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6064903136616397413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/09/trump-mosque.html' title='Trump Mosque'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TJUEJ1zfNzI/AAAAAAAACl8/zSid1pKA-Ss/s72-c/019_trump_plaza+great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8951084378022974820</id><published>2010-09-12T23:08:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:21:51.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews -- 9/10/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life as We Know It&lt;/span&gt; -- -88 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from IMDB.com):&lt;/span&gt; Two single adults become caregivers to an orphaned girl when their best friends die in a car accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; I always thought the beauty of love lay in its elusiveness -- the strength of feeling, good or bad, transcended all logical thinking.  Turns out, though, I was wrong. Apparently love can be summoned by tossing two attractive people in a dead couple's house replete with an adorable, shitting baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh Dumahel and Katherine Heigel play the two attractive caregivers who hate, then love, each other.  At one point during the trailer, Heigel's characters says, "Our friends put us together for a reason."  It takes a lot of moxie or delusion to think that you're friends handed over their lives just so you could play house with their friend and abandoned child.  I wonder if she would love the character if it were played by Troy Vernon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of how you feel, you'll definitely leave the theater thinking, "Thank God those two ugly people died!  God works in mysterious and sexy ways!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: It turns out there was a mix-up -- the parents are still alive; they returned from a long trip.  Heigel and Dumahel kill them and continue to raise the daughter as their own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going the Distance&lt;/span&gt; -- 1 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com): &lt;/span&gt;A romantic comedy about a guy and a gal who try to maintain a long-distance relationship by traveling between NY and Los Angeles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/span&gt; There is something inherently wrong with the premise of your movie when Justin Long plays any character other than the one repeatedly being dunked into a toilet bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie manages to sidestep the typical plot machinations -- misunderstandings that could be cleared up with two words, dead parents who bequeath their belongings (and children) to attractive polar opposites destined for love, etc. -- and replaces them with... nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, I must alert you to a scene near the end of the film that merits deep consideration.  It involves Jim Gaffigan dry humping Christina Applegate on a dining room table.  Dear Reader, I must confess that this image has replaced the nude Nancy Pelosi who wanders through my nightmares.   I imagine the sad conversations that must have transpired between Applegate and her agent (and inner child) after reading these sections of the script.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Christina Applegate and Jim Gaffigan die in a tragic dry humping session gone awry, leaving Barrymore and Long to raise their child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American -- &lt;/span&gt;2 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from IMDB.com): &lt;/span&gt;An assassin hides out in Italy for one last assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take: &lt;/span&gt;I think watching a man hiding from things falls on the list of exciting action to see unfold in movies somewhere between reading and shopping for slacks.  Clooney plays an assassin who assembles weapons during the day and chats with priests and whores at night.  It is actually less intriguing than it sounds, if that's possible.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Clooney is revealed to be the assassin who murdered the family in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life As We Know It.&lt;/span&gt;  After seeing how lovely Josh Dumahel and Katherine Heigel are as parents and lovers, Clooney smiles knowing that his killing was the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8951084378022974820?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8951084378022974820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8951084378022974820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8951084378022974820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8951084378022974820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-movie-reviews-91010.html' title='New Movie Reviews -- 9/10/10'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6399725983923655360</id><published>2010-09-08T15:45:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Baby Got Backseat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TIfv3mpkv9I/AAAAAAAACkc/5RiSkuzkdZQ/s1600/car+seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514640007285227474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TIfv3mpkv9I/AAAAAAAACkc/5RiSkuzkdZQ/s400/car+seat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you the kind of person who walks out of a sub shop with a mop instead of a sandwich? Do you find yourself buying extra absorbent tampons instead of your prostate medication or find yourself in a ground war against the wrong country?  Well, don't worry: Blake Ellis is on the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's Blake Ellis? He's the staff reporter for CNNmoney.com who writes articles that help one navigate through the complexities of life. Today, for example, Ellis proffers advice for parents seeking to purchase car seats: "If the lap belt falls below the knees of your child or the side belt falls off his or her shoulders or if there is no helmet, you might think about getting a new car seat."  Helmets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Blake's soft-pedal approach to child care: "If your child is decapitated by a circular saw, you might want to consider having a new child."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even provides a photo for those without imagination or perhaps a brain stem (see above). Free Pants pressed Ellis for more advice on spotting bad car seats. Luckily, I've provided it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Ellis, avoid car seats that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ... come with safety helmets made of bee hives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TIfvTK7AQiI/AAAAAAAACkM/pRjugSYUT6k/s1600/car+seat+bee+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514639381366850082" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TIfvTK7AQiI/AAAAAAAACkM/pRjugSYUT6k/s400/car+seat+bee+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ... use straps made only of rubber bands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TImOFdHgsMI/AAAAAAAACks/CBUOunXYYFU/s400/belt_fit.top1+good+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095443058503874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ... are submerged in fish tanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TImOFHqK_aI/AAAAAAAACkk/5b1pcs9PGoA/s400/apple_aquarium+great+better.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095437298302370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ... are really just creepy guys who hop into your backseat and hold them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TImQwOzoY-I/AAAAAAAACk0/ocZDx1GHUAY/s400/belt_fit.top1+great+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515098376974656482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6399725983923655360?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6399725983923655360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6399725983923655360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6399725983923655360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6399725983923655360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-got-backseat.html' title='Baby Got Backseat'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TIfv3mpkv9I/AAAAAAAACkc/5RiSkuzkdZQ/s72-c/car+seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3570939014026840869</id><published>2010-09-07T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:36:12.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love Review by Guest Blogger Stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today's Pants Post will be written by guest blogger Stephanie, the girl I met outside of the movie theater.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Steph here. I'm here waiting for a text from Brian, who totally stood me up. I'm sure he's just really busy. Anyway, I just saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eat, pray, love&lt;/span&gt; and I have to say it's probably like one of the best movies ever made, except for &lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt; or Lady Gaga, who isn't a movie but ohmygod! she should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, based on that book by Liz Gilbert, is about a woman who courageously breaks! free! from her own life choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the woman ditches her life (and boring hubby -- "we took wedding vows," blah, blah, blah, be cuter!) to go on a year-long quest to "find herself." Her first stop is Italy where she uncovers the key to unlocking her depression: eating totally! delicious! pizza in Naples! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like probably thinking that she could have just heated up a DiGiorno's pizza at home but when I went to the frozen food aisle at the supermarket, the secret to life wasn't listed in the ingredients. So, Manga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't Brian texting me back?!!! Brian is totally like Javier Bardem, not Richard Jenkins, the drunk old, boring guy in the film. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after curing her depression with pizza, it's off to India for 3 months to figure out God and stuff. I'm not sure she can find herself in India -- considering it's so dirty and there are all those nasty poor people; but -- don't worry! She stays in a luxury hotel adjacent to the nearby abject poverty. Whew! There's some story about some girl getting married, but I mostly updated my twitter status and sent Brian electronic whales on FB during that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there she goes to Bali and meets the total hottie from &lt;em&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/em&gt; who killed everyone. But here he doesn't kill, he cries! and makes mix tapes!!! My boyfriend in 7th grade used to make mix tapes and he was a total dork but when this guy does it, it's hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she blows off her spiritual advisor to sleep with the guy, but it's worth it because she realizes that she doesn't need a man. She figured that out after talking to another man who told her what to do. Actually, now that I think about it, it's kind of weird that in a movie like this, there are no strong female characters. Everyone who tells her what to do is a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I guess that's why I don't like to think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Brian!! Where have you been?! I'm done with this. Brian called. Gotta go! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3570939014026840869?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3570939014026840869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3570939014026840869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3570939014026840869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3570939014026840869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love-review-by-guest-blogger.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love Review by Guest Blogger Stephanie'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7557623973538823955</id><published>2010-08-26T13:32:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><title type='text'>Love, Pray, Eat</title><content type='html'>Most people find truth in crybaby (and musician) John Lennon's line: "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." Don't tell that to Halley Eavelyn, though. She believes that life is what happens only after you've made plans to travel to exotic locations (and sever ties with your spouse, friends, and mortgage payments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Halley is the co-founder of Las Vegas-based Spirit Quest Tours, which led its first six-day &lt;em&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/em&gt; Bali trip at the end of May. The trip, based on the wildly successful book (and movie) by Liz Gilbert that chronicles her brave escape from her own life choices, has attracted hundreds of women looking to seek enlightenment through strangers' guidance and pizza-eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halley's tour of Italy, India, and Bali closely follows the book's narrative in an attempt to provide its travelers with "life-changing luxury travel" and "spiritual growth." Take that, Sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour has become so successful, Halley is planning tours that are based on other popular films as well. Take a look at her new catalogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Hurt Locker&lt;/em&gt; Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_KSBDSI/AAAAAAAACjs/srTAlFEroiM/s1600/hurt-locker-boom+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509795688877198626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_KSBDSI/AAAAAAAACjs/srTAlFEroiM/s400/hurt-locker-boom+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tagline&lt;/strong&gt;: Disarming a bomb while snipers scan the area will help you to forget about your boring husband's requests for his heart medication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tour&lt;/strong&gt;: 14 days in downtown Baghdad patrolling the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special&lt;/strong&gt;: First person to disarm 3 IEDs receives free tickets to Tony Award-Winning play &lt;em&gt;Next to Normal&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/em&gt; Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_dQpDUI/AAAAAAAACj8/8mmJZ1K4Z20/s1600/ampara_hospital_5+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509795693971705154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_dQpDUI/AAAAAAAACj8/8mmJZ1K4Z20/s400/ampara_hospital_5+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tagline&lt;/strong&gt;: Have you ever seen a movie and thought to yourself, "I wish that were me!" Now's your chance to become hotshot gay lawyer Andrew Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tour&lt;/strong&gt;: Spend two weeks in the city of brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;law libraries where you will research your case (and deftly avoid discrimination!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hospital ward where you're stay for the duration (with free HIV cocktails!) and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the courtroom where you'll defend your right to be gay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus&lt;/strong&gt;: For $50 extra, we'll enhance the experience by injecting you with AIDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Weekend at Bernie's&lt;/em&gt; Tour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5-tKBQBI/AAAAAAAACjk/VJ-bg4RDluA/s1600/weekend-at-bernies+gfreat+GREAT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509795681059029010" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5-tKBQBI/AAAAAAAACjk/VJ-bg4RDluA/s400/weekend-at-bernies+gfreat+GREAT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagline: &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes denial is a &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; thing! Take one last getaway with a beloved dead relative and deal with emotional turmoil (and funeral) sometime in the winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour: &lt;/strong&gt;Weekend in Cape Cod with the dead relative of your choosing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/em&gt; Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_Fb_RMI/AAAAAAAACj0/LSq-Ls03zWo/s1600/Port_Arthur_inside_Modell_Prison+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509795687576847554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_Fb_RMI/AAAAAAAACj0/LSq-Ls03zWo/s400/Port_Arthur_inside_Modell_Prison+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tagline&lt;/strong&gt;: Form the kind of bond that can only occur between two "lifers." Plus, socialize with the Sisters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tour&lt;/strong&gt;: 30 years in Alcatraz prison. Murder charges for unsolved crimes applied for authenticity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Castaway&lt;/em&gt; Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa7PutYlaI/AAAAAAAACkE/jyynD33vY88/s1600/plane+GREAT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509797073045198242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa7PutYlaI/AAAAAAAACkE/jyynD33vY88/s400/plane+GREAT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagline&lt;/strong&gt;: Ever wonder whether you have the fortitude to battle nature and crippling loneliness? Now's your chance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tour&lt;/strong&gt;: Enjoy first class seats on a plane that's set to crash somewhere over the Pacific**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;**No refunds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full article&lt;em&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2005158,00.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2005158,00.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Spellcheck did not recognize AIDs.  You can't bury your head in the sand forever, Spellcheck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7557623973538823955?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7557623973538823955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7557623973538823955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7557623973538823955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7557623973538823955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-pray-eat.html' title='Love, Pray, Eat'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THa5_KSBDSI/AAAAAAAACjs/srTAlFEroiM/s72-c/hurt-locker-boom+great.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2306502880612519169</id><published>2010-08-22T16:11:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under My God</title><content type='html'>There is a debate brewing in this country that might elicit more passionate responses than the Dan Vs. Dave McDonald's ads during the 1988 Olympic games: the decision to build an Islamic center (replete with swimming pool) and Mosque near the world trade center site.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advocates for the project cite basic religious freedoms guaranteed by the Constitution while detractors cite their feelings -- although most of those feelings should be mollified by free access to the Islamic pool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;protester&lt;/span&gt; vehemently opposed to the construction of an Islamic center:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How can they build a mosque near something that is so decidedly American."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good point.  Free Pants thought of some other decidedly American institutions that would be tarnished by the construction of a nearby mosque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Mosque blocking access to the cereal aisle inside your local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHvr0KXHAI/AAAAAAAACjM/s5fVpCMok9o/s400/walmart+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508447355266341890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Mosque in the alleys where your town hides its homeless people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHqIzdyIMI/AAAAAAAACjE/hj-UL9QIXuE/s400/022309-alley+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441256225808578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Mosque on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHvsNg74fI/AAAAAAAACjU/zzR3OvuglrA/s400/nascar-track+geat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508447362071912946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mosque near your foreclosed home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHqHiJOWrI/AAAAAAAACis/SH6yRzGaIEg/s400/buy+foreclosed+homes+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441234396306098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Mosque in the hospital where you get treated for your type I diabetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHqIfxBJ2I/AAAAAAAACi8/_I-f0-xo1mE/s400/RFHospitalInside_jpg+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441250937775970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Mosque on the obstacle course of your favorite show, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wipeout&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHqHQXS1bI/AAAAAAAACik/4o5CRIhZrzY/s400/wipeout-leaping-dude-canwestmedia-photo-3+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441229623481778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Mosque near "border fence" where you're already busy discriminating against other races&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHxT_VHqgI/AAAAAAAACjc/y1fMycUpWDo/s400/New_Border_Fence--border1+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508449144970652162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Mosque next door to your local unemployment center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHqIJbZz5I/AAAAAAAACi0/ZaR-yTmcmFM/s400/unemployemnt+office+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441244941537170" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, after nearly ten years, I'm happy someone is building &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; on or near the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Wipeout is an amazing show.  The key to its success lies in its knowledge that you can't not look like a douchebag while dodging a wall of "punching" boxing gloves.  You could throw a wheelchair-bound nun onto the course and it wouldn't fail to be funny when she got punched by twelve boxing gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2306502880612519169?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2306502880612519169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2306502880612519169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2306502880612519169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2306502880612519169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-nation-under-my-god.html' title='One Nation Under My God'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/THHvr0KXHAI/AAAAAAAACjM/s5fVpCMok9o/s72-c/walmart+great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2193052787248380199</id><published>2010-07-08T23:05:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard of Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahnWF5LfI/AAAAAAAAChk/qft3IpznvKQ/s1600/octopus+ge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahnWF5LfI/AAAAAAAAChk/qft3IpznvKQ/s400/octopus+ge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491754492942167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will often tell you that the problem with our generation is an abundance of choice -- too many foods, careers, and partners that lead to a kind of baffled inertia.  Luckily, God gave us "Psychic Paul" to sort it all out.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's Psychic Paul?  He's an octopus that is widely believed to accurately predict World Cup soccer matches.  How?  Well, Paul is lowered into a tank of water and allowed to search for food in two boxes -- each with the flag of the competing country affixed to it -- and whichever box Paul tumbles into first is his "prediction."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking: Paul is amazing.  Free Pants agrees, especially after realizing that Paul isn't relegated to choosing the winner of only soccer matches.  Check out a copy of Paul's itinerary for the upcoming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahQyJgFKI/AAAAAAAAChU/VLn9QldNlbo/s400/octopus+ge+marry+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491754105336501410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to Help Choose: Which man to marry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahRLu_fRI/AAAAAAAAChc/-ysUlGtMkEs/s400/octopus+ge+bomb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491754112204635410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to Help Choose: Which country to bomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahQW7x9hI/AAAAAAAAChM/kizBdisnWGQ/s400/octopus+ge+old+peopel+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491754098031195666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to Help Choose: Which parent to put in a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahPb6CQUI/AAAAAAAACg8/Cyo9FMU0lSg/s400/octopus+racist+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491754082186182978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to Help Choose: Which race to be prejudiced against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDajcWgKhjI/AAAAAAAAChs/mcW-DY13D0A/s400/octopus+ge+religion+great+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491756503097050674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to Help Choose: Which is the one true faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2193052787248380199?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2193052787248380199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2193052787248380199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2193052787248380199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2193052787248380199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/07/wizard-of-octopus.html' title='The Wizard of Octopus'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TDahnWF5LfI/AAAAAAAAChk/qft3IpznvKQ/s72-c/octopus+ge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1919606863647151683</id><published>2010-06-30T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:58.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to my Co-Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*This post was accidentally deleted from the system and never saw the light of day. I found, finished and posted it all for your reading pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear coworkers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Yes, I got your hilarious monkey-playing chess email forward; many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays approaching, and you may consider purchasing a gift for me with the hope of securing friendship, trust, or the return of your wallet/virginity. You're right to want to shower me with presents, but please know that any gifts that I receive from you will be flushed down the toilet. So, whenever you read these articles about "creative" presents for your co-workers, remember: toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my warnings, you may have read the article on CNN.com entitled "10 fun, affordable gifts for your co-workers" and thought to yourself: "Joe would love a customized mouse pad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not logical thinking. Luckily, I have provided alternatives to this list in case you insist upon giving me a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Idea # 1: Mouse Pads by Lilly Pullitzer ($15.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say:&lt;/strong&gt; Your colleague can take notes and surf the web at the same time -- and he or she can do so in style, choosing form four different designs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants Says:&lt;/strong&gt; Unless one of the four designs is a photograph of you in a noose, spend the $15.00 on a barrel. Put yourself in it and have someone throw it into the ocean. Actually, you should ask someone to take a photo of it; it would make a great mouse pad design, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Idea # 2: You've Been Sentenced Board Game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say&lt;/strong&gt;: pony up for this fun game that will entertain the entire office. It takes about 30 - 40 minutes to play -- just enough time for your lunch break. Players will make grammatically correct sentences using a deck of cards containing conjugations of funny words. ($25.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants says:&lt;/strong&gt; This sounds about as much fun as letting schoolkids take turns throwing fire hydrants at my crotch. My lunch time is devoted to eating large sandwiches alone in the handicapped bathroom. If you insist upon reading funny sentences aloud to me, they should be about your impending resignation/suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Idea # 3: Panic Button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say:&lt;/strong&gt; We all have that co-worker who is constantly stressing out. A great gag gift for him or her is the panic button. An actual red computer key imprinted with the word "panic," it has adhesive backing so you can attach it to any computer key. The next time his computer freezes up and your co-worker needs a key to pound, the panic button will do the trick. ($1.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants Says:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for reserving the dollar you would normally use for your daily Raisinets fix from the vending machine to give me an item that is arguably as valuable as a box of glass. being a good sport, I would hide the "panic" button in your lunch and then punch you in the gut any time something went wrong (for the next 12 years). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Idea # 4: TRAYblecloth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say:&lt;/strong&gt; The TRAYblecloth is a slip-on tray cover for airplane tray tables. In case cleaning crews don't have time to wash the tray table between flights, the cloth gives the passenger a clean eating and working surface. ($15.99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants Says:&lt;/strong&gt; For $16 you can hire an illegal immigrant to clean your tray table (and do your weeding). Dios Mio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Idea # 5: Knife and Fork Lift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say:&lt;/strong&gt; This clever twist on the classic knife and fork duo is the perfect gift for your indulgent co-worker. The Knife and Fork Lift are both utensils and dumbbells that weigh 1.5 pounds each. For each bite your co-worker takes, he or she will be encouraged that eating gains weight and exercising takes it off. ($24.99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants says&lt;/strong&gt;: This is the perfect passive-aggressive gift for someone you hate. Two things: 1) Beware: fat people are crafty and will easily ditch the heavy utensils to eat their bowl of pasta with their hands, a lightweight spatula, or hoagie rolls; 2) fat people don't need to bulk up with weights. Save your $30 and simply tell your coworker that he is obese. Then, push him down the stairs. If he asks for medical attention, just press your new "panic" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/worklife/12/09/holiday.gifts.coworkers.cb/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/worklife/12/09/holiday.gifts.coworkers.cb/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1919606863647151683?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1919606863647151683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1919606863647151683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1919606863647151683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1919606863647151683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-letter-to-my-co-workers.html' title='Open Letter to my Co-Workers'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6455345752742323330</id><published>2010-06-20T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deja Vu'/><title type='text'>Touchdown Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5bWcSy_7I/AAAAAAAACfc/n9G-fbgaHRA/s1600/touchdown+jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5bWcSy_7I/AAAAAAAACfc/n9G-fbgaHRA/s400/touchdown+jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484921837294124978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been said that God is made of all of us.  Turns out, he's also made of wood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course, I'm referring to Touchdown Jesus, Ohio's massive sculpture of the Lord in which He is apparently taking a break from healing the sick to officiate a Cleveland Brown's game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure the moniker fits, though.  It looks to me like he performing other actions like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5bVynxFLI/AAAAAAAACfU/Bqd9Pw8qMmM/s400/touchdown+jesus+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484921826107790514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. ...expressing frustration at misunderstandings between Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Furley&lt;/span&gt; and Jack on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three's Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5aTXAqx1I/AAAAAAAACfE/IQors_PfBrw/s400/keg+grerat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920684824676178" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. ...kicking a keg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5aTzNvEFI/AAAAAAAACfM/1N3fEWRF4BQ/s400/waiter+graet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920692395675730" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. ...carrying a dinner order to table # 34&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5aQIJNfyI/AAAAAAAACes/AYoSk_fet2w/s400/puppter+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920629294366498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. ...performing a puppet show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5aQoxpeaI/AAAAAAAACe0/7_WD3xwMHiE/s400/weught+good+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920638053906850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. ...lifting weights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5aSwk9oKI/AAAAAAAACe8/qLqR7g1M8NY/s400/cheerleader+greart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920674507923618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5bXL6sgII/AAAAAAAACfk/bvGQflGxZkQ/s400/say+anytning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484921850077937794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. ... re-enacting scene from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6455345752742323330?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6455345752742323330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6455345752742323330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6455345752742323330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6455345752742323330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/06/touchdown-jesus.html' title='Touchdown Jesus'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5bWcSy_7I/AAAAAAAACfc/n9G-fbgaHRA/s72-c/touchdown+jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4855284397205669370</id><published>2010-06-18T18:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:22:57.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fictional Character Secrets'/><title type='text'>Fictional Character Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you need a break from the media's non-stop coverage of the victims in Haiti? Just kidding. (Haiti is so 3 months ago!!) I meant the BP oil spill. Well, CNN thinks you do (need a break). That's why I checked out its 700-word article on the full names of fictional characters. (The link is here: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/wayoflife/06/13/mf.real.names.fictional.characters/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/wayoflife/06/13/mf.real.names.fictional.characters/index.html&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/wayoflife/06/13/mf.real.names.fictional.characters/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of the article is the discovery of a deleted scene from Sesame Street in which Snuffleupagus (first name: Aloysius) tells the kids that his parents are separating. The producers ultimately chose not to air the footage after children in the test audience were "devastated" to learn of something so decidely adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some research, Free Pants uncovered other secrets of popular fictional characters that were deemed "too adult" for children's programming. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e4Y0_WbI/AAAAAAAACf8/FNDi5H0L300/s400/execs+great+mcgruff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925719014234546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. McGruff the Crime Dog turned down for a small business loan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e7CchYbI/AAAAAAAACgU/xKsy1PhpToI/s400/strip_club1+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925764545634738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Count: spends paycheck on strippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e3vF8FsI/AAAAAAAACf0/0qu8hTSV-rk/s400/car_crash_1+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925707811034818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Garfield: arrested for a DUI and manslaughter during a drunk driving incident in 1987.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e6FsYitI/AAAAAAAACgM/odsgUorcFUw/s400/poppinfresh+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925748237601490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pillsbury Doughboy enjoys golden showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5fF44FKOI/AAAAAAAACgk/7Sdf87xr-lo/s400/predator+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925950955432162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Elmer Fudd caught on To Catch a Predator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e5tGl70I/AAAAAAAACgE/lJTxtMJCrjI/s400/planned-parenthood+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925741636644674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bob the Builder spends free time building abortion clinics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5fFViM-2I/AAAAAAAACgc/yOhweO2t_aE/s400/Slaves+in+chains+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925941468429154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Mr. Magoo: slave owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5jERYxMxI/AAAAAAAACg0/iX49pZJljSk/s400/porn+1+greatm+fuzzy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484930321221759762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Hamburger Helper: former porn star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4855284397205669370?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4855284397205669370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4855284397205669370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4855284397205669370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4855284397205669370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/06/fictional-character-secrets.html' title='Fictional Character Secrets'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TB5e4Y0_WbI/AAAAAAAACf8/FNDi5H0L300/s72-c/execs+great+mcgruff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1537454556168566796</id><published>2010-06-14T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Eat This AND That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD08WrOa--I/AAAAAAAACh0/C0XMx7zc8QA/s1600/eat_this_not_that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493613480719875042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD08WrOa--I/AAAAAAAACh0/C0XMx7zc8QA/s400/eat_this_not_that.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the advent of nacho "cheesier" Doritos and the newfound sexiness of diabetes, long-term weight loss has become even harder to achieve.  Luckily, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Men's Health&lt;/span&gt; magazine proffers sage advice in their monthly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eat This; Not That&lt;/span&gt; series.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not familiar?  Basically they show an item you should avoid (Don't eat a triple cheeseburger from McDonald's!) and provide a healthier alternative (pantomine eating a triple cheeseburger from McDonald's!).   &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each month they ask a special guest to oversee the article.  This month the guest editor is Gabourey Sidibe, the obese actress who took Hollywood and local Baskin Robbins stores by storm by playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Precious&lt;/span&gt;.  Bon Appetit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493620184325398146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD1Cc4GhnoI/AAAAAAAACiE/LpSGkB9iGtE/s400/eat_this_not_that+soultion+grett+t+t+final+template+sushi+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't eat: Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead Eat: Fish and Chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: If you want to be like Precious, you've got to eat your fried fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493620412393454082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD1CqJuL-gI/AAAAAAAACic/FfO8r7X3YcU/s400/eat+this+burger+great+best+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't eat: KFC Double down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead eat: Big mac surrounded by two KFC double downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: It's delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493620195646038578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD1CdiRk4jI/AAAAAAAACiU/edrsw5oRoFI/s400/ice+cream+good+great+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't eat: Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead eat: Ice Cream bookended by two KFC double downs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason: It's even more delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1537454556168566796?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1537454556168566796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1537454556168566796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1537454556168566796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1537454556168566796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/07/eat-this-and-that.html' title='Eat This AND That'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TD08WrOa--I/AAAAAAAACh0/C0XMx7zc8QA/s72-c/eat_this_not_that.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3039013811514768713</id><published>2010-05-13T15:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews -- 5/13/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letters to Juliet --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/strong&gt; An American girl on vacation in Italy finds an unanswered "letter to Juliet" -- one of thousands of missives left at the fictional lover's Verona courtyard, which are typically answered by a the "secretaries of Juliet" -- and she goes on a quest to find the lovers referenced in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; There is something heartening about the elusiveness and mystery of love in an age where technology allows us to follow Lindsay Lohan's bowel movements; however, this power should only be used for good and not as the emotional core of a crappy movie about returning mail. The IMDB synopsis reads like the boring conversations I have with coworkers or dying relatives who keep telling me to take my knee off their chest. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a chick move. Men don't write letters addressed to the heavens; they show up at the object of their affection's house, embarrass themselves, and move on. It is every woman's dream to write a love note and send it to no one with the hope that some other chick will connect the dots and make the romance work. This movie glorifies laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special note: If you rollover the "spoiler alert" text for key words on IMDB.com, it reads: "Cemetery" and "Balcony." Didn't realize that was a spoiler. Make sure to ruin the movie for the women you know who plan to see this. Tell them, "I heard they used balconies in that movie&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;em&gt; Then, punch them in the ribs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; In the final scene of the movie, Amanda Seyfried's character finally reunites the old woman (Vanessa Redgrave) and old man (not important). The old man pushes the old woman out of his way and starts making out with Amanda Seyfried's character. Old woman hangs herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Wright --&lt;/em&gt; -15 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/strong&gt; A physical therapist, Leslie Wright, falls for the basketball player she is helping recover from a career-threatening injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; Pants cannot abide puns in movie titles. Below is a list of better movie plots with the title &lt;em&gt;Just Wright&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alternate Plot # 1&lt;/em&gt;: Documentary about Steven Wright in which we witness his creation of a new stand-up special. There is no v.o. and he won't share his writing with the crew so most of the film is just him thinking and drinking coffee. Starring Queen Latifah as his landlord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alternate Plot # 2:&lt;/em&gt; The story of the Wright brothers, their first attempts at aviation, and their struggle to find true love with their maid Ava (Queen Latifah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alternate Plot # 3&lt;/em&gt;: I hum the &lt;em&gt;Jeopardy!&lt;/em&gt; theme music while my girlfriend uses the bathroom. Queen Latifah is the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/strong&gt;: actors actually playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/em&gt; -- 2 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis(from imdb.com):&lt;/strong&gt; The story of an archer in the army of Richard Coeur de Lion who fights against the Norman invaders and becomes the legendary hero known as Robin Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; This movie is a prequel of sorts -- it's about the events that led up to Robin Hood's creed of "steal from the rich; feed the poor." As far a prequels go, this is at the bottom of my list along with &lt;em&gt;Jaws&lt;/em&gt; (Amity Island was just a great place to live), and &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/em&gt; (cloning a dinosaur was years away). Also, let's be honest: does anyone care what happened that long ago? Today we have air conditioners and Halo III. No wonder they're so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; Entire movie has a laugh track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3039013811514768713?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3039013811514768713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3039013811514768713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3039013811514768713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3039013811514768713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-movie-reviews-51310.html' title='New Movie Reviews -- 5/13/10'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-544484523959464615</id><published>2010-04-28T23:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:29:02.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Facebook Likes This Post</title><content type='html'>Unless you've locked yourself in a room until Jesse James and Sandra Bullock work through their issues, you're probably aware that Facebook has launched a new program which will facilitate communications between outside sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, unless you change your privacy settings, facebook will share your information with other sites like CNN.com or youtube (if you read an article on yahoonews.com, you can click on the "like" button or recommend it to friends).  Privacy advocates are upset -- but they probably have something to hide, anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants supports full transparency and can't wait to see his friends' private information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at some of the lesser-known sites facebook is partnering with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;#1. Bank of America -- Your bank statements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465403465812941650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S9kDfsX4G1I/AAAAAAAACec/oK-KSIvF4rI/s400/overdraft+bank+statemet+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;#2. Gmail Chat -- Break-up emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465403459757273490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S9kDfV0F8ZI/AAAAAAAACeU/4ykNv3zoy7g/s400/breakup+great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;#3. Yahoo.com -- Your obituary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465403458116169506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S9kDfPs0ryI/AAAAAAAACeM/_4IiuYZOJp8/s400/obitgreat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for rendering the Patriot Act useless, facebook; the government doesn't need to spy on us when we're just handing over all of our information, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405524357476946" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S9kFXhDI8lI/AAAAAAAACek/LVNGgA3v-Fk/s400/facebook+like.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-544484523959464615?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/544484523959464615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=544484523959464615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/544484523959464615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/544484523959464615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-likes-this-post.html' title='Facebook Likes This Post'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S9kDfsX4G1I/AAAAAAAACec/oK-KSIvF4rI/s72-c/overdraft+bank+statemet+great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-9014045257213544710</id><published>2010-04-20T09:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:52:50.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue # 5</title><content type='html'>According to reports, a senior Iranian cleric says women who wear immodest clothing and behave promiscuously are to blame for earthquakes. In response, a reporter asked, “Ms. Palin, why are you dressed as an Iranian cleric?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Healthcare bill was signed into law, the headline on foxnews read: “Obama to America: “I win; you lose.” People have said that the editors of foxnews should crawl into a hole and die, but thanks to health care reform, we won’t let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft has developed a computer-interface system called Skinput that turns a person's hand into a keyboard and screen for surfing the Internet. The product is expected to do poorly since most people have no free hands when surfing the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been reported that there is a new genital disorder which leaves women in a constant state of sexual arousal. Although doctors do not agree on a cure, they do agree that arriving at the diagnosis is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school students attending a prom in Oklahoma say they watched as a repo man drove away a limousine they had rented. The kids admitted they shouldn’t have rented a limo from Nicholas Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn company Vivid Entertainment has offered to bail out the Octomom from foreclosure if she agrees to take off her clothes for a film. In a related story, Vivid entertainment also offered to bail out Kirstie Alley if she agrees to never take off her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Jersey man was jailed after he intentionally vomited on patrons during a Phillies game. Witnesses say the assailant hit both of his targets – a man and his daughter. In response, the Phillies immediately signed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-9014045257213544710?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/9014045257213544710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=9014045257213544710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9014045257213544710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9014045257213544710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/porn-company-vivid-entertainment-has.html' title='Monologue # 5'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3530310049585787753</id><published>2010-04-19T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:50:33.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue # 4</title><content type='html'>The U.S. News Media Group unveiled their 2010 rankings for America's Best Nursing Homes. The best was California's Golden Years Community Center while the worst was still Thatcher’s Funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Mo' Nique revealed that she and her husband Sidney Hicks have an open marriage. Apparently, Hicks was upset with the compromise as he wanted to sleep only with other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Houston there was a big turnout for a job fair for convicted felons. Apparently, they put all of the applicants in a room and the boss picked new hires from a line-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been reported that two women in the UK were arrested for taking a corpse onto an airplane. The charges were dropped when officials realized it was just Larry King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s is offering a new Big Mac wrap to busy customers as a more convenient way to eat their favorite food. To make it even more convenient, they will also offer a wrap which customers can dump directly into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been reported that the fourth most popular term searched on the Internet by children under the age of 7 is "porn." In an unrelated story, the most popular term searched on the Internet by R. Kelly is “children under the age of 7.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been reported that the fourth most popular term searched on the internet by children under the age of 7 is "porn." This falls below searches for "Yahoo," "Youtube," and "Mandy Patinkin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3530310049585787753?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3530310049585787753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3530310049585787753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3530310049585787753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3530310049585787753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/mono.html' title='Monologue # 4'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8658526908115573375</id><published>2010-04-15T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:18:44.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue # 3</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints for winning the Super Bowl. If anyone in New Orleans had power or a television, they’d be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of a new literacy program says that letting kids read to dogs will build their confidence because the children won’t feel judged by something with less intelligence. If no dogs are available, he lets the children read to Kathie Lee Gifford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates submitted a patent for technology that would allow him to control the weather. In an unrelated story, Steve Jobs’ house was destroyed yesterday by 12 hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a recent study, obesity is a major contributor to erectile dysfunction. Researchers were relieved saying, “Thank God. All these years we thought it was just because of Joy Behar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier returning home from Iraq surprised his daughter on her birthday by popping out of a box and exclaiming, “Daddy’s home!” The next day she tried to return him for a Nintendo Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to scams involving phony ATM machines, the New York City police department is telling people to avoid any ATM that is unmarked, in a seedy location, or really just a guy wearing a shirt that reads: “ATM” who says, “Give me your debit card!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8658526908115573375?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8658526908115573375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8658526908115573375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8658526908115573375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8658526908115573375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/monologue.html' title='Monologue # 3'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6048087305880144914</id><published>2010-04-14T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:19:01.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue # 2</title><content type='html'>The tagline for Amelia, the new movie about Amelia Earhart, is: "defying the impossible; living the dream." It tested far better than the original tagline: “The Hilary Clinton of aviation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automakers are gearing up to produce cars equipped with Internet access and display screens, which will allow people to do fun things while driving like find themselves in Wikipedia by searching “douchebag.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet blogging -- where people write from their pet’s point of view -- is on the rise. Just yesterday, a blog post from Tiger Woods’ dog read: “Master will be in my house for a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Greven, the 10-year old author of best-selling books How to Talk to Girls and How to Talk to Dads has already inked a deal to write a follow-up in 20 years. The book will be called How to Talk to Virgins or How to Talk to Alex Greven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Austrian man was arrested for fathering children with his daughter and locking them all in his basement. In addition to facing charges, he will also be replacing Steve Martin in the sequel to Cheaper by the Dozen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6048087305880144914?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6048087305880144914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6048087305880144914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6048087305880144914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6048087305880144914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/monologue_14.html' title='Monologue # 2'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3070555019096156175</id><published>2010-04-08T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:34:56.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue # 1</title><content type='html'>Clay Aiken announced that he is gay. He also announced that the Earth revolves around the sun and that Amy Winehouse eats from the same dumpster she sleeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christie's, which just held an auction of memorabilia from bands of the 60's, a signed copy of a Jimi Hendrix album was sold for $20,000. Still available are illegitimate children fathered by Mick Jagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new MP3 device called Toilet Tunes that, when hooked up to your toilet, plays music every time the seat is left up. The problem is that it only plays the chorus of The Band’s hit song The Weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife -- a movie about a man who suffers from a disorder that forces him to disappear suddenly -- was released this week. Governor Sanford told his wife that the movie was based on him -- then, he flew to Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New York City councilwoman wants to honor Michael Jackson by renaming a subway station after him. She also wants to honor George Michael by establishing a walking tour of the bathroom stalls in which he gets arrested for performing sex acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported that a 14-year old girl with amnesia turned up in New York City this weekend. The last thing she remembers is Roman Polanski handing her a drink and telling her to “say cheese.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour – a time during which people will turn off their electricity to raise awareness for climate change – will take place next week. Everyone is expected to participate simultaneously except for the people in New Orleans who have already been without power since Katrina -- way to show your commitment, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Noble just unveiled its new E-reader this weekend. It costs $245 and is part of a new trend in which companies are pushing for nerds to not only to be beaten but robbed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Russia, a circus trainer was mauled by an ice-skating bear. Doctors think he would have survived, but then a shark parachuted into his ambulance and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiloh Pepin, a girl who was born with fused legs, a rare condition called "mermaid syndrome," has died. She will be tossed back into the ocean next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported that the janitor of a New Jersey church murdered a priest during a heated argument. Police say the crime scene was a mess, but luckily the janitor was there to clean it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3070555019096156175?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3070555019096156175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3070555019096156175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3070555019096156175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3070555019096156175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/04/monologue_05.html' title='Monologue # 1'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7632099808574548977</id><published>2010-04-07T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:28:29.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Who Arrests You is Not Really Your Facebook Friend</title><content type='html'>In an effort to reduce crime, the FBI has been creating false facebook and twitter profiles to communicate with and gather private information from suspected terrorists and criminals; however, it's been reported that the success rate is low because the agents aren't well-versed in the social networking arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Pants disagrees and thinks the feds are great at their duplicity. Take a look at their work on Bin Laden's facebook page. Can you spot the undercover federal investigators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TRq4yyyCT7I/AAAAAAAACnM/ctWz5GehvZc/s1600/facebook%2Bgreat%2Bbin%2Bladen%2Bfinal1%2Bgreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TRq4yyyCT7I/AAAAAAAACnM/ctWz5GehvZc/s400/facebook%2Bgreat%2Bbin%2Bladen%2Bfinal1%2Bgreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555956273079537586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7632099808574548977?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7632099808574548977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7632099808574548977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7632099808574548977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7632099808574548977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-who-arrests-you-is-not-really.html' title='Anyone Who Arrests You is Not Really Your Facebook Friend'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/TRq4yyyCT7I/AAAAAAAACnM/ctWz5GehvZc/s72-c/facebook%2Bgreat%2Bbin%2Bladen%2Bfinal1%2Bgreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-444448352524411101</id><published>2010-03-29T14:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>For your daily dose of denial, I provide you with an article in the Wall Street Journal that extols the virtues of rejection. The article, penned by failed journalist Sue Shellenbarger, lists famous overachievers who have succeeded despite receiving rejection letters from colleges. The article goes on to list people like Tom Brokaw, Meredith Viera, and Warren Buffet -- people who all bounced back from the Harvard rejection letters by toiling in blue collar jobs. Just kidding; they simply attended other prestigious universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warren Buffet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S6pmKIeigxI/AAAAAAAACds/BhJRhpktTX8/s1600/buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452282623145706258" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S6pmKIeigxI/AAAAAAAACds/BhJRhpktTX8/s400/buffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected from:&lt;/strong&gt; Harvard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to:&lt;/strong&gt; Columbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really a triumph of the human spirit? I think the WSJ left out a few people. Luckily, Free Pants has provided a complete list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELOO53t2I/AAAAAAAACeE/7evYZ1wDzbM/s1600/service+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454152962869278562" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELOO53t2I/AAAAAAAACeE/7evYZ1wDzbM/s400/service+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected from&lt;/strong&gt;: UMass Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to:&lt;/strong&gt; Devry technical training school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; delivers mini-fridges to students at UMass Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arlene Moskowitz: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELNbzZ4SI/AAAAAAAACd0/nlu7aq47UTk/s1600/homeless+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454152949151949090" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELNbzZ4SI/AAAAAAAACd0/nlu7aq47UTk/s400/homeless+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected from:&lt;/strong&gt; Brandeis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to&lt;/strong&gt;: a dumpster behind Sleepys to get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;: lives in a dumpster being Sleepys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus Garrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELNs5o1aI/AAAAAAAACd8/khq-Z5UpnkA/s1600/prison+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454152953741497762" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S7ELNs5o1aI/AAAAAAAACd8/khq-Z5UpnkA/s400/prison+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected from:&lt;/strong&gt; USC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to&lt;/strong&gt;: jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt; dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Wall Street Journal. Please return to Obamacare bashing with renewed vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original article from WSJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704211704575139891390595962.html"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704211704575139891390595962.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-444448352524411101?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/444448352524411101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=444448352524411101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/444448352524411101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/444448352524411101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S6pmKIeigxI/AAAAAAAACds/BhJRhpktTX8/s72-c/buffet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6281478354629769923</id><published>2010-03-21T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>The Terrorists Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been almost ten years since 9/11 and we have not yet rebuilt the twin towers.  To some, this would seem depressing -- a metaphor for the America's decaying values and work ethic -- but not to Cheryl Palmer; she see this as an opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl is the Vice President of Club Quarters, Inc., a company that has decided to build a luxury hotel on the ground zero site so patrons can witness the construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Cheryl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People choose to be here because they want to be close to it. They want to feel it, they want to celebrate. They want to remember," she said, standing by an open-air patio overlooking the site. "We have a very accessible view on it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do they want to feel it, they want to have barbecues and swim laps next to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, according to the article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Guests and members will have access to the restaurant patio with views of giant cranes, jackhammers and metal scaffolding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Free Pants thinks this is a capitol idea and has already filled out his trip advisor commentary to help support the hotel's efforts.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out the photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S6boXfSHOrI/AAAAAAAACdk/Znx1uvtnn04/s400/hotel+gfreat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451299889210669746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rationalization of our failure is so depressing, I'm fairly certain even the terrorists are despondent.  When a country can't even build two buildings in 10 years, but can erect crappy hotels that boast spacious views of rubble, it's safe to say that the terrorists not only win, but are probably a little sad to know how easy it was to keep us down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6281478354629769923?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6281478354629769923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6281478354629769923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6281478354629769923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6281478354629769923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/terrorists-win.html' title='The Terrorists Win'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S6boXfSHOrI/AAAAAAAACdk/Znx1uvtnn04/s72-c/hotel+gfreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4320790804446384675</id><published>2010-03-16T12:08:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:29:02.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>History Written by the Losers</title><content type='html'>According to an article in the &lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; that will soon be filed in my box of reasons to commit suicide/homicide (along with the existence of mancations and the success of &lt;em&gt;Glee&lt;/em&gt;), the Texas Board of Education has approved a curriculum that will significantly rewrite history so that it's seen through a more conservative lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Don McLeroy, a member of the panel comprising dentists, not historians, thinks they are merely "adding a balance. Academia is already too skewed to the left*."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good point, Don. What's the boards new take on American history? Below are a list of the actual (seriously, take a look at the link to the NYT article below if you don't believe me) proposed changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In an effort to make America look less racist, the text will include sections on how the government forced Germans and Italians -- not just the Japanese -- into internment camps during World War II. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Imperialism" will be renamed "Expansionism" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There were "unintended consequences" from the Great Society legislation that produced Affirmative Action&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thomas Jefferson isn't a Founding Father and his writings have had no effect on revolutions of the 18th and 19th centuries. (That one was a pretty obvious liberal bias.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least children will be taught that the founding fathers protected religious freedom in America by barring the government from promoting or disfavoring any particular religion above all others, right? Nope. They voted to remove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Helen Berlanga, a Latino board member who lobbied to have more multi-cultural teachings in the text, stormed out of the meeting, saying, &lt;em&gt;“They can just pretend this is a white America and Hispanics don’t exist.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don agreed, saying, &lt;em&gt;"Finally. Thank you, whoever that was."&lt;/em&gt; Then, she was deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above information has already been reported (except for Berlanga's deportation). What hasn't yet been released is the latest iteration of the document. Luckily, Free Pants received a copy. Take a look at the new changes to the curriculum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A misunderstanding based on semantics: the government didn't hold Japanese (&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Italians &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Germans) against their will in internment camps; they were simply "interns" who volunteered to help the government by forgoing pay (and food). Just like the Jewish "interns" in Germany.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Underground railroad discriminated against whites. Not only were they not allowed to use it; they were kept from even knowing of its existence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ben Franklin didn't invent electricity; Jesus did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Frank Wills, the security guard who reported the break-in at Watergate, is the biggest tattle tale in history.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Replaced the word "slave" with "helper"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cold War section replaced with script of &lt;em&gt;Rocky III&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Columbus and his men defended themselves against lazy, Native American squatters by bravely infecting them with syphilis &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.? Gay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jefferson insisted upon the separation of Church and State; luckily, God did not include that when He wrote the Constitution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* left = truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ful article: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/13/education/13texas.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/13/education/13texas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4320790804446384675?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4320790804446384675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4320790804446384675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4320790804446384675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4320790804446384675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/history-written-by-losers.html' title='History Written by the Losers'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2787102352564862628</id><published>2010-03-16T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Label me, FDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Has society or the person sitting next to you on a plane ever tried to blame your obesity on you?  Tell them to back off.  Turns out it's not your fault -- it's the fault of manufacturers who place misleading labels about fiber content on your 24-pack of Twinkies.  Or at least that's what nutritionist Marion Nestle thinks.  In her speech to the FDA today she said that the public is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;demonstrably&lt;/span&gt; confused about what to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asserts that manufacturers' labels with positive claims such as "good source of fiber" or "cholesterol-free" on items that are not entirely healthy lead to confusion, overeating, and eventually obesity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on her recommendations, the FDA will devote untold hours and tax dollars to create consistent labels based on an established criteria "which consumers are going to find most useful and that's actually going to give them accurate information."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants completely agrees with this course of action.  But rather than waste time and energy that could be better spent on military robots, I've come up with a pretty simple label to help clarify the issue for the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consuming a product with this symbol imprinted on the package will make you fat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52qL0jTbXI/AAAAAAAACdM/DnaCUPgnxkk/s400/chips+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448698244250168690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full article here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/fdaworkingtoreplacemisleadingfoodlabels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2787102352564862628?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2787102352564862628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2787102352564862628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2787102352564862628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2787102352564862628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-label-me-fda.html' title='Don&apos;t Label me, FDA'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52qL0jTbXI/AAAAAAAACdM/DnaCUPgnxkk/s72-c/chips+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7774210082714658018</id><published>2010-03-11T19:07:00.045-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Everybody Loves Obesity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's face it: obesity is sweeping the nation.  It's probably even more popular than vampires or earthquakes in foreign countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Precious&lt;/span&gt;, the critically lauded film about a fat chick's problems, has introduced to the world Gabourey Sidibe, the obese actress who portrayed the character in the title role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spite or perhaps because of the comments made about Sidibe's future career in Hollywood  (i.e., she will be relegated to "fat" roles like the funny friend or the boulder that almost crushes Indiana Jones),  casting directors and agents have insisted that Sidibe has enough talent to be cast in leading roles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants agrees.  I would love to see Precious recast as the lead in some of Hollywood's classic movies, if only for the significant change in tone and running time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab two tubs of popcorn and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52Nx78lKwI/AAAAAAAACdE/6-81CWuvnPo/s400/American+Pie+(1999)+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667013233060610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Role&lt;/span&gt;: Natalia (formerly played by Shannon Elizabeth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Memorable Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Jim (Biggs) inserts his genitalia into an apple pie to simulate sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Memorable Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Natalia (Precious) eats the apple pie, then Jim (Biggs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52NxrSVXZI/AAAAAAAACc8/TwdwM5EWx-o/s400/sleepless_in_seattle+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667008760896914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Role&lt;/span&gt;: Annie (formerly played by Meg Ryan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Original Category&lt;/span&gt;: Romantic Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;New Genre&lt;/span&gt;: Horror Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Old memorable Scene&lt;/span&gt;: While listening to a radio call-in show, Annie (Meg Ryan) falls in love with a caller after they say the word "magic" simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;New Memorable Scene:&lt;/span&gt; While listening to a radio call-in show, Annie (Precious) falls in love with Snickers bars after she and the announcer from the Snickers commercial say "Nougettaboutit" simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Weeks Notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52NwozIcNI/AAAAAAAACcs/W0iEk-mGwuU/s400/two_weeks_notice_verdvd+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448666990913286354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Role&lt;/span&gt;: Lucy Kelson (formerly played by Sandra Bullock)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New film Running Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only dialogue in the film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucy (Precious):&lt;/span&gt; "I'm giving my two weeks notice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Wade (Hugh Grant):&lt;/span&gt; "Great.  Thanks.  See ya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lara Croft Tomb Raider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52NxLDrRzI/AAAAAAAACc0/iIRJFKem678/s400/tomb+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667000109483826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Role: &lt;/span&gt;Lara Croft&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(formerly played by Angelina Jolie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;: Lara Croft races against time and villains to recover powerful ancient artifacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Opening Sequence&lt;/span&gt;: Croft (Jolie) races through an intense obstacle course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Opening Sequence&lt;/span&gt;: Croft (Precious) is rushed to the emergency room after suffering complications from diabetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52NwPNfGoI/AAAAAAAACck/a45Xg12ts_o/s400/cast+away+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448666984044501634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Role: &lt;/span&gt;Chuck Noland (formerly played by Tom Hanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original running time&lt;/span&gt;: 2 hours, 45 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Running Time: &lt;/span&gt;5 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Old Plot&lt;/span&gt;: After a plane crash on a deserted island, Chuck Noland (Hanks) must learn to live off the land &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New plot&lt;/span&gt;: Opening credits.  Noland (Precious) enters the airport and is turned away because she is too fat to fly.  End Credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7774210082714658018?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7774210082714658018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7774210082714658018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7774210082714658018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7774210082714658018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-loves-obesity.html' title='Everybody Loves Obesity'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S52Nx78lKwI/AAAAAAAACdE/6-81CWuvnPo/s72-c/American+Pie+(1999)+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3778755438707844642</id><published>2010-03-08T16:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:30:31.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monologue'/><title type='text'>Monologue Mondays</title><content type='html'>Leftovers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Mo' Nique revealed that she and her husband Sidney Hicks have an open marriage. Apparently, Hicks was upset with the compromise as he wanted to sleep only with other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;According to reports, Americans who planned to adopt Haitian children say their dreams were crushed due to the delays caused by the earthquake. The Haitian children agreed, saying their dreams were also crushed, along with their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trainer was killed in Seaworld last week when a killer whale attacked her just as she was telling the the crowd what to expect during the show. Later, the crowd said the trainer was being modest and that the show far exceeded their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s is offering a new Big Mac wrap to busy customers as a more convenient way to eat their favorite food. To make it even more convenient, they will also offer a box of diarrhea which customers can dump directly into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV chef Paula Dean is still recovering from wounds inflicted upon her when someone threw a turkey at her last week. It seems that turning the tables is sweeping the nation -- yesterday, a radio took a dump on Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks managers have defended their decision to allow patrons to carry guns in their stores by saying they are upholding state laws and allowing its customers their rights. Also, for a limited time, a cup of coffee comes with a free abortion performed by one of their baristas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Brown was crowned the world’s fastest texter at the national convention last week. "Finally," she said, "I’ve let the world know I’m an idiot without saying a word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Di Palma, the 9-year old labeled a pizza prodigy, says that one day he hopes to be a pizza maker full-time. When asked what he would do if that dream failed, he replied, "I’ll probably just end up as a pizza maker."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3778755438707844642?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3778755438707844642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3778755438707844642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3778755438707844642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3778755438707844642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/monologue-mondays.html' title='Monologue Mondays'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-409250753097888600</id><published>2010-03-02T16:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:41:12.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Guide Cheat Sheet</title><content type='html'>There are few things in life worse than listening to someone pontificate about the meaning of a movie, television show, or their biopsy results. To combat these blowhards, Free Pants has provided a definitive guide (in one sentence) to classic movies that will enable you to shut down any hipsters' yammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Guy falls in love with his prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; Treat (and tip) prostitutes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; fat chick has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; Obese people don't like 1) to be made fun of 2) losing their feet to diabetes (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird Science&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: Geeks build a sex robot but don't have sex with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; Women aren't sex robots.  Sex robots aren't even sex robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: Mentally unbalanced stalker gets her prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message: &lt;/strong&gt;infidelity is justifiable if your fiance is nice and suffers from boring allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot&lt;/strong&gt;: Kid uses violence to tell other kids that violence is never the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; violence never solves anything unless you're really, really good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Field of Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt; Guy ruins finances and marriage to play baseball with his dead dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message:&lt;/span&gt; Always listen to the crazy voices in your head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt; Cop fights terrorists; befriends fat cop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message&lt;/span&gt;: terrorists are bad; fat cop learns to kill again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-409250753097888600?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/409250753097888600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=409250753097888600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/409250753097888600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/409250753097888600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/03/movie-guide-cheat-sheet.html' title='Movie Guide Cheat Sheet'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6032819307384504589</id><published>2010-02-03T20:56:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Cat's in the Cradle in a Nursing Home</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in everyone's life when he must decide whether or not to put his parents (or random old people) into a nursing home.  Traditionally, this has been a difficult decision, agonized over for months or even years.  Luckily, the good people at U.S. News Media Group unveiled their 2010 rankings for America's Best Nursing Homes by state, which makes the decision not only tolerable but sorta fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is: everyone is quick to focus on the best nursing homes, but what about the worst ones?  Free Pants has them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State&lt;/span&gt;: Oregon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Nursing Home:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Lobster*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2owutyKVeI/AAAAAAAACbQ/QcnQrIZCOlY/s400/outside-red-lobster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209479498028514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;New Jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Nursing Home&lt;/span&gt;: Garden State Parkway Tollbooth, exit 105&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2owuT1oLpI/AAAAAAAACbI/Nro0_ROJzOs/s400/grEggTollPlaza-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209472533245586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State:&lt;/span&gt; Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Nursing Home:&lt;/span&gt; Thatcher Funeral Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2owuzbETWI/AAAAAAAACbY/awGdCBey2_I/s400/3-joey-funeral-home-0508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209481011776866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Red Lobster&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; is listed as one of the best nursing homes in Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6032819307384504589?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6032819307384504589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6032819307384504589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6032819307384504589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6032819307384504589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/02/cats-in-cradle-in-nursing-home.html' title='Cat&apos;s in the Cradle in a Nursing Home'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2owutyKVeI/AAAAAAAACbQ/QcnQrIZCOlY/s72-c/outside-red-lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2409924282873151894</id><published>2010-02-01T16:11:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTYnJbyI/AAAAAAAACa4/ApXS9YJdxwY/s1600-h/s-TIM-TEBOW-SUPER-BOWL-AD-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433739518493159202" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTYnJbyI/AAAAAAAACa4/ApXS9YJdxwY/s400/s-TIM-TEBOW-SUPER-BOWL-AD-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only a handful of times in life when a man does not want to think -- during sex, during sports, and during terrorist attacks (President Bush only). You can imagine my dismay upon learning of a new political ad that will now be featured during the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad, sponsored by Christian group Focus on the Family, will "Celebrate family [and] life" by showing photos of Tim Tebow while his mother informs that audience that she was urged by her doctors to undergo an abortion for medical reasons. The message is, I dunno, ignoring medical advice can lead to endorsement deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has sparked an uproar from pro-choice advocates, women's groups, and people who are afraid this may have pre-empted another breast-filled &lt;em&gt;godaddy.com&lt;/em&gt; spot. They claim that networks have always had a standards and practices policy in place that would preclude them from airing political spots. CBS has said they have essentially revoked that policy. Unfortunately, this means that some of our favorite superbowl commercials may become politicized. Check out a few examples of the new ads for this year's superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad # 1: &lt;em&gt;Volvo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cx60&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTnxiuDI/AAAAAAAACbA/wu32CILguQg/s1600-h/volvo-xc60-back-side-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433739522563291186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTnxiuDI/AAAAAAAACbA/wu32CILguQg/s400/volvo-xc60-back-side-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description&lt;/strong&gt;: glamourous shots of the Volvo SUV driving along desert roads until it reaches it's final destination: the mexican border where the driver kicks out all of the illegal immigrants he picked up along the way -- thank goodness for that extra legroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagline&lt;/strong&gt;: Finally, a luxury car that does what your governent can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sponsored by&lt;/strong&gt;: Ron Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad # 2: &lt;em&gt;Bud Bowl XXV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFSxfeQWI/AAAAAAAACao/UI9giY19gSs/s1600-h/BudBowltitlecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433739507991986530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFSxfeQWI/AAAAAAAACao/UI9giY19gSs/s400/BudBowltitlecard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description&lt;/strong&gt;: Budweiser and Bud Light are at it again. The two titans of beer face each other on the field to see who is the ultimate champion. But here's the twist: after all of these years together, they realize they no longer want to fight; they want to love. After declaring their feelings for each other, they forfeit the game and head to Massachusetts to get hitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sponsored by&lt;/strong&gt;: Gay and Lesbian Alliance; Miller Lite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad # 3: &lt;em&gt;E*Trade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTAb4grI/AAAAAAAACaw/GVIv2hYiQF0/s1600-h/P_EtradeBaby_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433739512003461810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTAb4grI/AAAAAAAACaw/GVIv2hYiQF0/s400/P_EtradeBaby_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description&lt;/strong&gt;: the hilarious Etrade baby is back and talking to us about everyone's favorite subject: the stock market. Right in the middle of one of his hilarious expressions, a burglar breaks into the house and shoots him dead. If only his parents kept a gun in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sponsored by&lt;/strong&gt;: NRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think the best rebuttal is to air the same commercial with identical content, except replace Tim Tebow with Carson Daly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2409924282873151894?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2409924282873151894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2409924282873151894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2409924282873151894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2409924282873151894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl-issues.html' title='Super Bowl Issues'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S2iFTYnJbyI/AAAAAAAACa4/ApXS9YJdxwY/s72-c/s-TIM-TEBOW-SUPER-BOWL-AD-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4989964776567940355</id><published>2010-01-13T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:02:54.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Special Movie Review: Precious</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a man of culture and sophistication: I watch movies with subtitles (for people speaking different languages, not just for zombie-speak), I'm a voracious reader of newspapers and street signs, and I insist on being gender-blind when it comes to using public restrooms. So you can imagine my surprise when I left a screening of the movie &lt;em&gt;Precious&lt;/em&gt; -- one of the most critically lauded films of 2009 -- feeling pretty pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, which has nothing to do with &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;, tells the story of Precious, a morbidly obese teenage girl who endures a laundry list of horrors so great, it seems at times as if the writer was watching old &lt;em&gt;Roadrunner&lt;/em&gt; cartoons while penning the screenplay/novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rundown. Precious is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;repeatedly raped and impregnated by her father &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;physically and emotionally abused by her mother &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;illiterate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diagnosed with HIV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raising a baby with down syndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flattened like a pancake by an ACME steamroller &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shocked when her rocket skates accidentally send her off a cliff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, and she's morbidly obese.&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, fat people deserve the utmost respect and should proudly take off their shirts for their weigh-ins on the &lt;em&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;, but it's hard to root for a protagonist that repulses the audience to the point where they are rooting for her abusers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example, in one scene, Precious's mother forces her daughter to eat despite her claim that she is "not hungry!" The scene is supposed to play as cruel, but let's be honest: she's huge! This woman could eat the rack of ribs that knocks over the &lt;em&gt;Flintstones&lt;/em&gt; car in the opening credits. When I watched the scene unfold, I thought: "Wait just five minutes. Then, you'll be hungry enough to eat the dinner &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; your mother, which will solve a few of your problems."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the producers failed at the most basic storytelling level: you have to give your protagonist a GOAL and then a desire to reach it. The movie could have benefited from scenes showcasing her efforts to change her life. You know, throw a book on the floor out of frustration and then pick it up and try again. Instead, we get fantasy sequences of her dancing after a pretty hilarious scene in which she falls on her ass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, it seems like she just lets other, more capable people lead her to a better path and yet we're expected to shed tears at her harrowing story. I dunno. Terrible things happen to people all the time. The horrors inflicted upon a person shouldn't be her only value. Take away her abuse, and Precious isn't really anything special; she's like all the other fat chicks I push into mailboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; After Precious flees the abuse at her mother's house, she stays with her dead rapist father's family: the lovable Klumps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4989964776567940355?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4989964776567940355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4989964776567940355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4989964776567940355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4989964776567940355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-movie-review-precious.html' title='Special Movie Review: Precious'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-977866989414826634</id><published>2010-01-10T22:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer is Still Here; Facebook Likes This</title><content type='html'>If you're not too busy tweeting about Irritable Bowel Syndrome, you've probably heard of the latest grass-roots campaign designed to raise awareness of breast cancer -- something that falls somewhere in between oxygen and the sun on a list of things of which people are unaware.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new "unawareness" battle is being fought by tweens and adults (with the brains of tweens) on Facebook.  Here's the breakdown: a chain letter was sent only to women  (and audiences of Fox's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;) in which it requested that women replace their typical Facebook status updates concerning the day-to-day movements of their cats/bowels with bra colors.  The idea apparently being that women, audience members of Fox's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;, and men will remember that women have breasts.   I didn't need Facebook to remind me of that; that's what reruns of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Married with Children&lt;/span&gt; are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How knowing the color of my grandmother's bra will translate into money to fund cancer research is unclear.  But at least people who spend their time blogging and tweeting about themselves and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/span&gt; will feel as if they've done something good for humanity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My message is simple: we are screwed.  These tweens will be the ones who burn us for fuel to power their robotic desks/vaginas and the only thing left to do is embrace our shared, doomed destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a final note: here's something the creators of this gorilla campaign didn't think of: the pesky women on Facebook with cancer who have had to undergo double mastectomies.  It might be hard for them to write down their bra color seeing as they no longer need one.  Such downers, they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*spell check recognizes vagina, but not vaginas.  Poor, inexperienced spell check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-977866989414826634?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/977866989414826634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=977866989414826634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/977866989414826634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/977866989414826634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2010/01/breast-cancer-is-still-here-facebook.html' title='Breast Cancer is Still Here; Facebook Likes This'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6973816986601132903</id><published>2009-12-29T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:14:40.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies to Free Pants readers</title><content type='html'>Dear loyal readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for not posting over the past few months -- I've been busy pursuing other ventures. However, you'll be happy to know that I will be penning more hilarious posts on a more consistent basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6973816986601132903?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6973816986601132903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6973816986601132903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6973816986601132903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6973816986601132903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/12/apologies-to-free-pants-readers.html' title='Apologies to Free Pants readers'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8456027942777082956</id><published>2009-11-18T15:06:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>It's a Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat World</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen an animal dressed in a sweater or eating your brother-in-law and thought to yourself: "I wish this animal could be superimposed on my photo of me whacking off in my pants!" Well, the wait is over. An internet company has lauched an iPhone app called CatPaint, which allows the user to add cats to any photo on their iPod or iPhone for just $1. I would suggest spending that dollar on hiring someone to kick you in the groin, but that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the federal government has received a demo of the application and has already used "Wally the Cat" to "cuten up" some of the photos of our country's tragedies in its iPone. The Deputy Secretary of White House Communications also provided commentary. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. JFK Assassination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgiZCEyI/AAAAAAAACaM/ECu9XPASPsA/s1600/kennedys_dallas1+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552664366945058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgiZCEyI/AAAAAAAACaM/ECu9XPASPsA/s400/kennedys_dallas1+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those horrible people were really after poor Wally! Luckily, they hit our President instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 9/11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhhC6OFbI/AAAAAAAACac/MZOTM_qliXk/s1600/thefallingman+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552673096078770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhhC6OFbI/AAAAAAAACac/MZOTM_qliXk/s400/thefallingman+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, falling man. Wally is there to catch you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Rodney King Beating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgwHMMnI/AAAAAAAACaU/GL4NkMKBQ2g/s1600/rodney-king+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552668050207346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgwHMMnI/AAAAAAAACaU/GL4NkMKBQ2g/s400/rodney-king+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wally doesn't mind when officers of the law gather to pet him, but he understands why they get upset when Rodney King cuts the line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Atomic Bomb dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgbM0CDI/AAAAAAAACZ8/goxFg85Pv2U/s1600/a-bomb-hiroshima-victim-1+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552662436644914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgbM0CDI/AAAAAAAACZ8/goxFg85Pv2U/s400/a-bomb-hiroshima-victim-1+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wally travels to Hiroshima after our little 'experiment.' Oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Today Show with Kathie Lee Gifford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgU_C-TI/AAAAAAAACaE/QSg8GFVtIMA/s1600/kathielee+great.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552660768291122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgU_C-TI/AAAAAAAACaE/QSg8GFVtIMA/s400/kathielee+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They both have limited intelligence and live in their own feces, but Wally is cuter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the full article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tech.yahoo.com/news/macworld/20091118/tc_macworld/catpaintiphoneappaddscatstoanyphoto"&gt;http://tech.yahoo.com/news/macworld/20091118/tc_macworld/catpaintiphoneappaddscatstoanyphoto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8456027942777082956?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8456027942777082956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8456027942777082956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8456027942777082956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8456027942777082956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-cat-cat-cat-cat-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat World'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SwRhgiZCEyI/AAAAAAAACaM/ECu9XPASPsA/s72-c/kennedys_dallas1+great.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-640607638391167097</id><published>2009-11-05T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:29:02.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Incredible Honk</title><content type='html'>Put down that smart bomb and pick up a tuba. That's the message trumpeted (get it?) by &lt;em&gt;HONK!,&lt;/em&gt; a street fair festival in Davis Square that harnesses the power of virginity to end war. Basically, the organizers and their followers fight tyranny and oppression by dressing up in band costumes and playing &lt;em&gt;Hot Cross Buns&lt;/em&gt; in front of local Chipotle stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;From the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"They honk their horns for the same reasons motorists honk theirs: to arouse fellow travelers, to warn of danger, to celebrate milestones, and to just plain have fun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate milestones? "Hey honey, we just put your parents in a home." HOOONNNKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously absent from their list of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to taunt pedestrians/senators you're about to hit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to bleep out dirty words at drive-in movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, from the website:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every one of these bands has a unique sense of humor to complement their sound, as they mock and discredit the roots of hatred and injustice through the whimsical act of making music together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. And this whole time, I just thought it was an excuse for virgins to get together, play dress up, and avoid employment. But hey, I'm a fair person. So, let's see how &lt;em&gt;Honk!&lt;/em&gt; matches up against some of the greatest injustices in history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq68Go2EI/AAAAAAAACZM/zT8wY8eoQ40/s1600-h/honk-rick6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103926667532354" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq68Go2EI/AAAAAAAACZM/zT8wY8eoQ40/s400/honk-rick6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq78tJ8hI/AAAAAAAACZk/VKgzw6PpSis/s1600-h/crucifixion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103944008954386" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq78tJ8hI/AAAAAAAACZk/VKgzw6PpSis/s400/crucifixion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honk Vs Jesus' Crucifixion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strategy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Honk!&lt;/em&gt; plays searing rendition of &lt;em&gt;Livin' on a Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Outcome&lt;/span&gt;: Jesus still crucified but doesn't mind as much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner?&lt;/strong&gt; Pharisees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq7Ou_wOI/AAAAAAAACZU/J6xZ4VYcKPg/s1600-h/honk-devers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103931668644066" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq7Ou_wOI/AAAAAAAACZU/J6xZ4VYcKPg/s400/honk-devers4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SvM3HZivtAI/AAAAAAAACZs/0ME3H6WSXmM/s1600-h/atomic-bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400720978402587650" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SvM3HZivtAI/AAAAAAAACZs/0ME3H6WSXmM/s400/atomic-bomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honk vs Atomic Bomb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Honk!&lt;/em&gt; undermines authority of bomb by playing "Wah wah wah" as it drops on Hiroshima.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcome:&lt;/strong&gt; People ridicule and laugh at the bomb. Then, it explodes and kills them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner?&lt;/strong&gt; Bomb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq7VcErgI/AAAAAAAACZc/kRzgn2KpkQE/s1600-h/honk-devers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103933468323330" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq7VcErgI/AAAAAAAACZc/kRzgn2KpkQE/s400/honk-devers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SvM3HqKsuJI/AAAAAAAACZ0/iQNsUDdPVDc/s1600-h/tank_china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400720982865131666" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SvM3HqKsuJI/AAAAAAAACZ0/iQNsUDdPVDc/s400/tank_china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honk Vs.Tienanmen Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strategy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Honk!&lt;/em&gt; plays &lt;em&gt;Stop! (in the name of love)&lt;/em&gt; to oncoming tanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcome:&lt;/strong&gt; Tanks run over &lt;em&gt;Honk!&lt;/em&gt;; protesters and government united in relief, happiness &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner?&lt;/strong&gt; Humanity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to learn more about Honk!, place yourself into a barrel and enlist friends to dump you in the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-640607638391167097?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/640607638391167097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=640607638391167097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/640607638391167097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/640607638391167097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/10/incredible-honk.html' title='Incredible Honk'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sunq68Go2EI/AAAAAAAACZM/zT8wY8eoQ40/s72-c/honk-rick6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2069068732478210607</id><published>2009-10-23T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Advertising Bastards'/><title type='text'>Beatles Catalog Sold to Advertisers</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know, Michael Jackson, suspected child molester and occasional dancer, died leaving his estate in financial ruin.  The people in charge of his estate have considered selling his rights to the Beatles catalogue with the hope of once again becoming financially solvent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, advertisers are seeking to purchase these long sought after songs to repurpose them into jingles for their products.  take a look at some of the commercials currently in development: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song:&lt;/span&gt;  "All you need is Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "All you need is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dove&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song:&lt;/span&gt; "(Get By) With a Little Help from my Friends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "(Get By) With a Little Help from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song&lt;/span&gt;: "Strawberry Fields Forever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "Strawberry Fields Forever" -- (theme song for new VH1 reality show about Darryl Strawberry's return to baseball)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song&lt;/span&gt;: "Here Comes the Sun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "Here comes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funyons&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song&lt;/span&gt;: "I Want to Hold Your Hand"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "I Want to Hold Your Ham" (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boar's Head&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song:&lt;/span&gt; "Got to Get You Into My Life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "Got to Get You Into My Wife" (new theme song for ABC's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wife Swap&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song&lt;/span&gt;:  "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad Song&lt;/span&gt;: "She Could See Through the Bathroom Window" (Thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Windex&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles' Song&lt;/span&gt;:  "Come Together"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purchased by&lt;/span&gt;: KY Jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Lyric&lt;/span&gt;: "Come together right now.  Over me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Lyric&lt;/span&gt;: The same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2069068732478210607?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2069068732478210607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2069068732478210607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2069068732478210607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2069068732478210607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/09/beatles-catalog-sold-to-advertisers.html' title='Beatles Catalog Sold to Advertisers'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5552409736445133931</id><published>2009-10-21T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrifying Robot News'/><title type='text'>Everybody Wang Chungbot Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflNrGfRtI/AAAAAAAACYM/aQSbwn_CcjY/s1600-h/chungbot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflNrGfRtI/AAAAAAAACYM/aQSbwn_CcjY/s400/chungbot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375016703360976594" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There must be something universal about our desire to perish at the hands of self-aware robots. Despite the prevalence of &lt;em&gt;Terminator&lt;/em&gt; movies, scientists and Congress continue to further the robot revolution by programming robots to perform tasks now completed by illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest robot is called Chungbot (see above), and he is making his rounds in Army hospitals around the country. What is Chungbot? It's a 5 ft. tall robot with a computer monitor for a head. On that computer monitor is the face of Dr. Chung -- Chungbot's inventor -- who is being beamed from the webcam of his personal computer.  One can only imagine the wide array of screensavers Chungbot displays after remaining idle following his evisceration of you and your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With his proxy's camera zooming and wireless antennas beaming Chung stood in a kitchen in VA and examined his patient from 1,500 miles away, providing a connection between doctor and patient even as Chung was on vacat&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the article doesn't report on is how Dr. Chung responds when the Chungbot accidentally removes testicles from men during routine prostate exams, especially those men who are not expecting an examination when they bump into the Chungbot at Home Depot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video at yahoonews.com contains footage of the Chungbot bursting through hospital doors like John Wayne entering a saloon (only instead of ordering a drink, Chungbot accidentally decapitates nurses before launching into a game of free cell).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit: I love Chungbot. It's a robotic proxy that can run all of the embarrassing or tedious errands I currently send my nephew to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a breakdown of JoeBot's new responsibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Proudly Attend Mets Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflNS8jBII/AAAAAAAACYE/d8_yLJuSiyg/s400/alg_sad-mets-fans+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375016696876827778" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Rent embarrassing adult films like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Asian Cheerleaders # 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Spflx2OaEYI/AAAAAAAACY0/0N2sEQ-cpUQ/s400/vidstore30+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375017324822270338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Make small talk with coworkers in men's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflOYE3JsI/AAAAAAAACYc/BHGgCeN2ZKo/s400/funny-mens-room-picture+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375016715433748162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Get robbed by the homeless guys who sleep inside Radioshack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflxpB1taI/AAAAAAAACYs/dpF1IVi7v7s/s400/shack+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375017321279894946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Tell parents I'm putting them in a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflO4OK3SI/AAAAAAAACYk/hSMAL48BmWs/s400/old-parents1+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375016724062723362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Attend funerals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflOHSAdrI/AAAAAAAACYU/Wgi-OyARFU8/s400/funeral+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375016710925481650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Drive girlfriend to Planned Parenthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpfnVRkI4jI/AAAAAAAACY8/bxkAx4Q8cmY/s400/driving+tt+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375019032968225330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you at the salt mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joebot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5552409736445133931?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5552409736445133931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5552409736445133931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5552409736445133931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5552409736445133931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybody-wang-chungbot-tonight.html' title='Everybody Wang Chungbot Tonight'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SpflNrGfRtI/AAAAAAAACYM/aQSbwn_CcjY/s72-c/chungbot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6190444083490298055</id><published>2009-09-20T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:46:33.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand-Up -- featuring 16% new material</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBb4UOJ4jy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBb4UOJ4jy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-up-featuring-16-new-material.html' title='Stand-Up -- featuring 16% new material'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6609270685239950397</id><published>2009-09-16T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:20:44.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>CNN.com reported that actor Henry Gibson died today at 73 years old.  The outpouring of sympathy from celebrities has been unanimous.  Most say the same thing: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who the hell is Henry Gibson?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace, Gibby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6609270685239950397?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6609270685239950397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6609270685239950397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6609270685239950397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6609270685239950397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/09/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4610603826857786312</id><published>2009-08-26T15:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:34:38.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Letter to the New Yorker</title><content type='html'>Dear New Yorker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to report a problem with my August 24th issue. My &lt;em&gt;Shouts and Murmurs&lt;/em&gt; section was missing its humor. I looked for it throughout the rest of the magazine -- I even tried searching for it in a 10,000 word article about deep sea diving. I also tried closing and reopening the magazine with mixed results. I already spoke with one of your editors on the phone and they assured me that they have no problem on their end. Thinking that it was a problem with my issue, I checked my friend's copy and found the same problem. This is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please resend me and my friend our August 24th issues replete with humor (post haste)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4610603826857786312?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4610603826857786312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4610603826857786312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4610603826857786312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4610603826857786312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-new-yorker.html' title='Letter to the New Yorker'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8281911099718931809</id><published>2009-08-22T18:31:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Anne Frank: The Sequel</title><content type='html'>In "Oh Good" news, Disney has acquired the rights to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/span&gt; and plans to "reimagine" the film for today's moviegoing audiences.  Will it contain one, two or all of the Jonas Brothers?  The press release doesn't say.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we all can agree, however, that out of all the movie studios in Hollywood, Disney is the one most interested in storytelling rather than sacrificing artistic integrity for profit*.  After several phone calls, Free Pants was able to obtain plot synopses from an Anne Frank brainstorming session that took place within Disney studios. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Idea # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Title: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Honey, I Shrunk the Franks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;: You would think after the many indignities, embarrassments and rapes suffered by the Szalinski family, Wayne (Rick Moranis) would destroy his shrinking machine.  You'd be wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, after lightning strikes the family toilet (voice of Andy Rooney), it becomes an enchanted time machine that sends Wayne, his entire family and the shrinking machine back in time to 1944 Germany.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Wayne use his shrinking machine to help hide the Franks or sell it to the nazis to finally pay off his boat (and gambling debts)?  How will the love triangle play out between Anne, Peter Van Pels, and the cute Nazi soldier (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;High School Musical's&lt;/span&gt; Zac Efron!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sample Dialogue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Toilet (Voice of Andy Rooney)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We must ensure that we don't damage the very fabric of our existence!   Whooooosh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Anne flushes the toilet after using it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Idea # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Title:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;High School Musical 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt; Being a teenager is tough!  Anne Frank (Alexis Bledel) is praised for her mastery of prose and the beauty of her writing, but what she really wants to do is sing A Capella.  Jim Hitler (Chace Crawford) is great at shooting Jews, but his heart isn't in it; he'd rather be singing in the school choir.  Fathers of both teenagers disapprove.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To stymie the kids' budding love, Hitler sends the Franks to a death camp.  Will Anne find a way out of the camp in time for the school talent show?  Will Adolf Hitler (Eugene Levy) and Otto Frank (Patton Oswalt) realize the error of their ways after seeing the kids perform?  Guest musical duet by Miley Cyrus and Chris Isaak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sample Dialogue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jim Hitler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Jesus, Dad.  Sometimes I think you care about this genocide more than me and my singing!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(song break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Idea # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Title: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Air Bud: Track and Heeled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;: Still reeling from German athletes' losses to Jesse Owens in track and field events from the 1936 Olympic games, Hitler decides to hold a track and field competition between local SS soldiers and Jews to reinforce Aryan dominance.  Why would anyone agree to participate?  Jews who defeat their Aryan counterparts will earn themselves (and their families) freedom from the death camps.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Anne Frank (Mischa Barton) hears of the news, she and her family decide to send their pet golden retriever, Air Bud, to the competition.  Will Air Bud defeat the SS leader (Sam Worthington) and become an honorary Aryan?  Will Anne and Air Bud act on the mutual attraction described in her diary?  Sprint to the movie theater today and find out!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sample Dialogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hitler&lt;/span&gt;: "Alright, I'll admit it: that mongrel can run fast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Goebbels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;: "Air Bud?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hitler&lt;/span&gt;: "No.  Jesse Owens!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hitler, Goebbels, Air Bud, and the Frank Family all laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*I'm joking.  Disney made a movie that made my top ten list of movies that can justifiably be cited in a suicide/mass homicide note; it featured flatulent guinea pigs (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;G-Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;).  And none of them was played by Roseanne.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8281911099718931809?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8281911099718931809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8281911099718931809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8281911099718931809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8281911099718931809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/anne-frank-sequel.html' title='Anne Frank: The Sequel'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8747984150597106094</id><published>2009-08-21T00:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:23:22.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank's Facebook Page</title><content type='html'>Last month marked the 60th anniversary of the publication of Anne Frank's diary**.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strength of her diary is not in its historical timeline of events, but in the passion and  eloquence of its prose and the feelings illuminated by it.  I've often wondered what a 21st century version of Anne Frank's diary would look like if a similar situation were to unfold today in the United States.  Would a teenager today have the tools and attention span to produce something as iconic?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, Free Pants found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/So49ELBj2_I/AAAAAAAACX0/lOKuYiFjsb8/s400/Anne+frank+final+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372298547387685874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** If you don't know about the Diary of Anne Frank, please stuff yourself into a barrel and roll into the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8747984150597106094?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8747984150597106094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8747984150597106094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8747984150597106094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8747984150597106094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/anne-franks-facebook-page.html' title='Anne Frank&apos;s Facebook Page'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/So49ELBj2_I/AAAAAAAACX0/lOKuYiFjsb8/s72-c/Anne+frank+final+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6271984202556613892</id><published>2009-08-19T13:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to Prove Him Right</title><content type='html'>There is a limit to the number of articles one can read about Obama's "death panels," Michael Vick/Jackson, and our imminent demise at the hands of self-aware robots. That's why CNN.com has picked up articles from the women's Ezine thefrisky.com. The site (which seems to promote the advancement of women by featuring articles in which the female authors &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to be subjugated) serves CNN's purpose: after reading one diatribe about men, the reader will return to CNN's non-stop coverage of Hurricane Bill with renewed vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of the writing currently being churned out by thefrisky.com. It's an article entitled "10 Legal Ways to Punish A Cheater." One might think the best way to exact revenge on a cheating spouse would be to live well. Incorrect, according to Jessica Wakeman, the author of this article. She proffers the following advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. "Gain that extra 10 lbs that fills you out nicely, like Joan Holloway on "Mad Men"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; Good call, Jess. Nothing says, "Eat your heart out!" like obesity. I can't tell you how many late night drinking sessions have been fueled by buddies who've seen their exes put on weight. "I had to have her when she was thin and hot. Now she looks like she could eat all of the ribs they place on the Flintstones car in the opening credits. Life ain't fair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. "Call up your hottest platonic male friend, grab your digital camera and go do something adorable together. Now it's time to create a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?cnn=yes" target="new" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; photo album full of pics of you looking smiley."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/strong&gt;: While you're at it, why not try getting gang-raped? That'll show 'em. Make sure to take lots of photos! This is just sad. Your ex-boyfriend isn't looking at your photos on facebook. He's sleeping with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. "...go meet a new guy. Fall in love. Have tons of great sex. Laugh a lot. Talk about baby names and where you want your honeymoon to be. The next time you run into your ex, mention all the great things that have happened in your life since you broke up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/strong&gt;: Dear reader, I am shaking my head in dismay imagining the sadness that must have been felt by her editors upon reading this entry. I imagine the editor violently pressing buttons that trigger butterfly nets to be released from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they should rename the article, "10 Legal Ways to Punish a Cheater When You're Off Your Meds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the full article: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/personal/08/19/tf.cheater.punish.10.ways/index.html?iref=werecommend"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/personal/08/19/tf.cheater.punish.10.ways/index.html?iref=werecommend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to our robot-driven demise, CNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6271984202556613892?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6271984202556613892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6271984202556613892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6271984202556613892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6271984202556613892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/ways-to-prove-him-right.html' title='Ways to Prove Him Right'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-9014311773763246460</id><published>2009-08-17T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Epilogues</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves a happy ending. Turns out, though, that life doesn't have happy endings. You just die and get thrown in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of making Hollywood's creative efforts more like real life, Free Pants has figured out how many of your favorite "happy ending" movies really play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 1. &lt;em&gt;Field of Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxKExlHFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xoxRoa6rSzQ/s1600-h/fod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995728171965522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxKExlHFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xoxRoa6rSzQ/s320/fod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ray Kinsella’s (Costner) financial and emotional burdens are resolved when his father and friends (dead Chicago White Sox!) play baseball games for a seemingly endless supply of spectators willing to pay big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Cubs ask to play on the field and suck so badly everyone goes home. Ray's dead father tells him he is a huge failure. Ray sells the farm to Home Depot. The “voice” now announces spring sales on lawnmowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 2. &lt;em&gt;Say Anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Rpwy0kxlHKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MsnuixASLTA/s1600-h/say+any.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087997557828033698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Rpwy0kxlHKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MsnuixASLTA/s320/say+any.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Romantic" loser Lloyd Dobler (Cusack) tags along with attractive go-getter Diane Court (Skye) on her trip to Europe while the guy from &lt;em&gt;Frasier&lt;/em&gt; claiming to be her father rots in jail. Wait. That’s a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;She breaks up with him two weeks later when she realizes his “romantic” attitude can’t pay for new brake pads. She starts dating an insurance salesman. Mimicking famous scene in which he declares his love while holding a giant boom box, Lloyd gets a job at &lt;em&gt;Nathan’s&lt;/em&gt; wearing a sandwich board on the street. Sign reads: “2 for 1 Wieners!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 3. &lt;em&gt;Tootsie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxYkxlHJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xfv1XQJqaX4/s1600-h/totosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995977280068754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxYkxlHJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xfv1XQJqaX4/s320/totosie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Julie Nichols (Jessica Lange) sleeps with her love interest (Hoffman) who, for the duration of the movie, pretends to be her mentor… and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Michael make it for a while until they see the movie &lt;em&gt;Mrs. Doubtfire&lt;/em&gt;. Seeing the parallels in Robin Williams' and Michael's insane behavior, she breaks up with him on the spot. Two weeks later, he dies when he walks into a &lt;em&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/em&gt; at the exact moment the refried bean machine explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 4. &lt;em&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxU0xlHII/AAAAAAAAAIc/wM0MRWMLKm0/s1600-h/sleepless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995912855559298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxU0xlHII/AAAAAAAAAIc/wM0MRWMLKm0/s320/sleepless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;After relentlessly stalking widower Sam Baldwin (Hanks), Annie (Ryan) finally snags the man of her dreams atop the Empire State Building. Why did she decide to risk losing her boring fiance (with ALLERGIES!)? While listening to Sam on the radio, they said the word "magic" at the same time. Most people just say "jinx." Annie sends a swat team to hunt down her prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, Sam and Annie realize they have nothing in common. After a huge blowout over abortion rights, Annie says the "magic" is gone and goes back to her fiance. Sam starts drinking. Several years later they reunite atop the Sears tower and jump off together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 5. &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxRUxlHHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WqcICXKdnxY/s1600-h/nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995852726017138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxRUxlHHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WqcICXKdnxY/s320/nemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;When Nemo (Gould) goes missing, it's up to his nebbish father (Brooks) and the friends he meets along the way to find him. Guess what? He's dead. Just kidding. They find him and learn lessons along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Kirstie Alley finds, cooks, and eats the fish. Then heads out to Baskin Robbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 6. &lt;em&gt;Freaky Friday (remake)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxN0xlHGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2RuG4LM5Bgc/s1600-h/freaky+friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995792596474978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxN0xlHGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2RuG4LM5Bgc/s320/freaky+friday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;After a harrowing (and hilarious) misadventure involving body/soul swapping between mother and daughter, Tess and Anna Coleman (Jamie Lees Curtis, Lindsay Lohan), the girls are put back into their own bodies and discover what it really means to walk a mile in the other's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Ending&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Tess' husband gets drunk at a party and sleeps with her, not knowing she's really the daughter. After they switch back, they call the cops and arrest the father for statutory rape of his own daughter. Plus a cameo by Paul Reiser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-9014311773763246460?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/9014311773763246460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=9014311773763246460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9014311773763246460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9014311773763246460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-epilogues.html' title='Movie Epilogues'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/RpwxKExlHFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xoxRoa6rSzQ/s72-c/fod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5046457073435182793</id><published>2009-08-11T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:32:32.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine People Admitted That John Lennon Sucks</title><content type='html'>Lunch is usually a time I reserve for great introspection or pantsing med students, depending on the day/number of med students in close proximity.  Yesterday I read an article in Time magazine in which the democratic senator from Minnesota lamented the failure of the world to follow John Lennon's message of peace.  He said the following:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We have failed as a world to adhere to Lennon's brave message of peace.  He was the one to say, 'Give peace a chance,' and here we are decades later still ignoring that message."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brave message?  The guy said "Give peace a chance."  That's brave?  I say that all the time to drifters before setting them on fire and no one calls me brave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a drama queen.  Jesus.  Last time I checked, Lennon had millions of dollars, adulation from millions of fans and world leaders, and a nice apartment in New York City where he could record lame music.  It's not exactly going out on a limb -- he has nothing to lose.  If someone who loses his entire family to violence suggests peace, that is extraordinary.  When this guy says it, it's like getting dating tips from my nephew (which is pretty uneven).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps if someone tortured and killed Yoko and his son, the guy might not be such a pacifist.  Actually, he'd probably stop recording crappy music and start bulking up to plot his revenge like Harrison Ford in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fugitive&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working Girl&lt;/span&gt;, to a lesser extent). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, am I the only one who remembers that he put out something like seven studio albums consisting of pure crap?  For every &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Boy&lt;/span&gt;, there's 50 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Turkey&lt;/span&gt;s.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, America, let's  recognize that John Lennon sucked and did as much to advance the "peace" movement as my clock radio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5046457073435182793?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5046457073435182793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5046457073435182793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5046457073435182793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5046457073435182793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/imagine-people-admitted-that-john.html' title='Imagine People Admitted That John Lennon Sucks'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2105990069931483913</id><published>2009-08-05T20:28:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:04:35.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>OLDBay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Old people don't act like they do in the movies.  Whenever I ask them to rap or say something hilariously off-color, they will invariably respond the same way: "Please give me my medication; I'm having palpitations."  It's still funny, but not quite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, old people have been doing more than playing "got your nose" with what they think is your son (but is really the toilet bowl handle); they're also burdening their children by not dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to an article on CNN.com, nearly 44 million Americans have been tasked with providing full-time care for their elderly parents.  Fear not: the government has set up a website entitled "Ask Medicare" which dispenses useful information to caregivers about Medicare and how to circumvent the red tape perpetrated by.... itself.  The site is lauded by nearly everyone which is baffling.  It's akin to thanking the makers of Monopoly for providing instructions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've navigated the site and although it manages to distill ten of thousands of pages of literature into a few dozen pages, my favorite is the FAQ section.  It provides answers to common questions like "How can I qualify for Medicare?" or "Can we use social security checks to put towards their health care?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curiously absent from the FAQ section was: "How can I murder them and make it look like an accident/suicide?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily for Free Pants readers, the government has agreed to let me see a new feature of their website still in development: OLDBay.  It allows caregivers to put their relatives up for sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The head of the site explained it like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's like eBay for old people.  You put up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you don't want on eBay.  This site will be where you put up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you don't want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at these sample pages.  Let the bidding begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 1 - Grandpa (Click to Enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Snphnb9mW_I/AAAAAAAACXs/ClffbwiTyGA/s400/snapshot+final+great+finalll+zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366709236114283506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 2 - Sandra Day O'Connor (Click to Enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SnphnF-x_3I/AAAAAAAACXk/F0iySoJH1Ig/s400/snapshot+oconnor+great+finalll+zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366709230213660530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the original article from CNN.com: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/08/03/ask.medicare.website/index.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;u  style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- line-height: 1.2em; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- line-height: 1.2em; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; color:#0000FF;"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/08/03/ask.medicare.website/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2105990069931483913?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2105990069931483913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2105990069931483913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2105990069931483913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2105990069931483913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/oldbay.html' title='OLDBay'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Snphnb9mW_I/AAAAAAAACXs/ClffbwiTyGA/s72-c/snapshot+final+great+finalll+zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2520954298172294236</id><published>2009-08-04T22:25:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Supersize Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Snj-S2B7dPI/AAAAAAAACW0/4dcUE8OSPW0/s1600-h/5595.CJ_LG_MoreToLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Snj-S2B7dPI/AAAAAAAACW0/4dcUE8OSPW0/s320/5595.CJ_LG_MoreToLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366318555706651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for the American journalists released from a North Korean prison: they can watch encore presentations of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More to Love&lt;/span&gt;, the Bachelor-like reality dating show featuring fat people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're unfamiliar, the executive producer of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/span&gt; created a show in which "regular people" search for true love by hanging out with strangers for 13 weeks.  Here's the twist: the "regular people" are morbidly obese.  The underlying premise is that fat people need love from humans, not just sandwiches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In watching the show, I've happened upon a universal truth: when thin people sweat, it's sexy because you're imagining them in sexual situations; when fat people sweat, it's nauseating because you're imagining them in sexual situations (and eating egg rolls from steam trays).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The contestants range in age and matching BMIs from 29-45 and often underline the "Regular Joe" sentiment with comments like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  "I'm not a calorie counter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great.  Whether you count them or not is immaterial -- you still eat all of them.  It's a fat person's version of "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. "I'm happy with myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was said by a woman who admitted to never having been kissed shortly before she tripped and fell into a rose bush.  You're not happy.  If you were, you wouldn't weigh the same as a planet.  And if you are truly happy with yourself, I guess the question is... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. "Everyone deserves lunch." - Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have told me she actually said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;," but I know what I heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intrigued?  Me either.  Let's be honest: no one wants to watch fat people fall in love; they want to watch fat people get hit in the groin with footballs or parking meters.  It's the way God wants it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To save you some time, I've included plot synopses for upcoming episodes from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TV Guide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Episode # 6:&lt;/span&gt; Hot tub!  Jon and the girls each take turns sitting in the hot tub (it can fit only one of them at a time).  Later in the fantasy suite, Jon blindfolds Emma and... eats her dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Episode # 8:&lt;/span&gt; Sparks fly when Jon and Denise realize they both have older sisters and diabetes.  Special guest appearance by Ernest Borgnine who dispenses complimentary Viagra for obesity-related ED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Episode # 13:&lt;/span&gt; Jon's love for his future bride is put to the ultimate test when an old flame (McDonald's McRib sandwich) returns vying for his affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work, Tubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2520954298172294236?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2520954298172294236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2520954298172294236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2520954298172294236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2520954298172294236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/08/supersize-love.html' title='Supersize Love'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Snj-S2B7dPI/AAAAAAAACW0/4dcUE8OSPW0/s72-c/5595.CJ_LG_MoreToLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4314288462365543349</id><published>2009-07-26T22:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:19:16.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews - 7/24/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Food Inc. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;2 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com): &lt;/span&gt;An unflattering look inside America's corporate controlled food industry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: It's like a sexy Upton Sinclair novel. Here's the premise: animals are delicious; however, they would be more delectable if they were raised and slaughtered using the more nostalgic, "old timey" methods utilized by farmers in the 1950s. Hard to argue with that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the movie makes a crucial misstep when it vilifies McDonald's for spending untold millions of dollars and hours genetically engineering its food to be delicious and addictive. May I be the first person to say, "Thank you, McDonalds." My girlfriend spends about ten minutes cooking eggs with shell pieces in it while you've dedicated your life to making sure I'm satisfied. Thank you, Good sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: hilarious outtakes (replete with laugh track) of illegal immigrant workers falling into the "killing floor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/span&gt; - 1 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com): &lt;/span&gt;A romantically challenged morning show producer (Heigl) is reluctantly embroiled in a series of outrageous tests by her chauvinistic correspondent (Butler) to prove his theories on relationships and help her find love. His clever ploys, however, lead to an unexpected result.&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: I love and respect women -- I help them cross the street after robbing them, I don't laugh when they run for President, and I almost always stop hugging them within minutes of their asking me to leave their bathroom stall -- but if any woman sees the characters and situations presented in this movie as anything other than science fiction, they should immediately be catapulted into space (along with Ashton Kutcher and the characters from those Fiber One commercials who doubt the fiber content of the cereal).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After failing to laugh at a single scene, I thought that perhaps it read better on paper. So, I wrote down the hilarious gags about fellating hotdogs and presented it to my nephew for careful inspection. Dear reader, there was profound sadness on his face that I'm pretty sure had nothing to do with my foot resting on his rib cage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Unexpected Scene:&lt;/span&gt; Katherine Heigl pushes illegal immigrants into the "killing floor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;G-Force&lt;/em&gt; - -900,000 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis(from imdb.com):&lt;/strong&gt; A specially trained squad of guinea pigs is dispatched to stop a diabolical billionaire from taking over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; Memory is a tricky thing. I can't remember when I felt up my first mannequin at Macys -- my mom will remember -- or what I was wearing when I pushed women and children out of the way so I could purchase my tickets for &lt;em&gt;Little Man&lt;/em&gt;, but I do remember the moment when I realized that either God did not exist, He existed and didn't care about humanity or that He existed until he saw the trailer for &lt;em&gt;G-Force&lt;/em&gt; and set his spaceship on a collision course for the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have you ever dropped a safe on your head and wondered to yourself, "Hey, what if my guinea pig told fart jokes for two hours?" This movie is an answer to all of your (and our) secret desires. Frankly I can't wait for the next installment. I'd love to see a movie where talking tampons save the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/strong&gt;: Before the guinea pigs are allowed to save the word, immigrants from Tyson throw them on the killing floor. As they are ground up into synthetic meat for Burger King, sound track plays &lt;em&gt;Who Let the Dogs Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4314288462365543349?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4314288462365543349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4314288462365543349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4314288462365543349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4314288462365543349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-movie-reviews-72409.html' title='New Movie Reviews - 7/24/09'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-130998713055774616</id><published>2009-07-25T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbole Buster -- Song Edition</title><content type='html'>Everyone, whether it's a politician or the coworker I'm hugging in the men's room, uses hyperbole; it's the latest craze, like twittering or vaccinating children. However, Free Pants cannot abide this lazy form of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to stymie its use, I've contacted experts in various fields to refute the hyperbole used so frequently in popular rock songs. Once you realize the error of your ways, you will thank the Pants for giving you the best gift ever created. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 1. Excerpt from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You Saved the Best For Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; by Vanessa Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Sometimes the snow comes down in June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just when I though our chance had passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You go and save the best for last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebuttal from:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349862822221762626" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sj6H5FuY0EI/AAAAAAAACWs/lMHBX4oU5B8/s320/Stan+Odenwald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NASA Astronomer Stan Odenfeld:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Moon orbits the Earth and the Earth revolves around the sun. The closest point at which this could occur would be during a lunar eclipse which is an anomaly of sorts. Still, the notion of the sun "going 'round" the moon is preposterous. I played this lyric for my son with down syndrome and he laughed and said even he thought Vanessa Williams was retarded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 2. Excerpt from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We Built This City (on Rock and Roll) &lt;/span&gt;by Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"We built this city on rock and roll."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebuttal from:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349862810325020322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sj6H4ZZ-7qI/AAAAAAAACWc/xD-0Ov0xMDw/s320/city+planner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chief Engineer and City Planner Bob Strenfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Typically, cities comprise 10,000 inhabitants. When building a city, one needs the following: 19 tons of wet cement, 4.5 tons of steels, three to four separate construction crews comprising 20- 30 highly skilled workers, a clear plan for sanitation, plumbing, electrical, cable, and water pipes/cables. You also need approval from the state and local governments. A city built solely on Rock and Roll would not be able to adequately provide for its inhabitants. A statement like that is not only erroneous, but dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 3. Excerpt from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;What's Love (Got to Do With It)?&lt;/span&gt; By Tina Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebuttal from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349862818044342098" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sj6H42Kab1I/AAAAAAAACWk/CDiJ3Jwn7Pc/s320/Weisfeldt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dr. Stephen Weisfeldt, Chief Cardiologist, Mayo Clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need a heart to live."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-130998713055774616?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/130998713055774616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=130998713055774616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/130998713055774616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/130998713055774616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/06/hyperbole-buster-song-edition.html' title='Hyperbole Buster -- Song Edition'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Sj6H5FuY0EI/AAAAAAAACWs/lMHBX4oU5B8/s72-c/Stan+Odenwald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7542523983199684314</id><published>2009-07-13T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:47.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Redacted Words</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Abu Ghraib Now A Humane Prison, Iraqi Officials Say&lt;/em&gt;, published 2/22/09 on CNN.com (http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/02/22/iraq.abughraib/index.html):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abu Ghraib has reopened under Iraqi government control. And the Ministry of Justice has launched a public-relations campaign to show it has changed since the days when prisoners were tortured there. It is now called Baghdad Central Prison, and has water fountains, a freshly planted garden and a gym -- complete with weights and sports teams’ jerseys on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Murtada Sharif, a Ministry of Justice official, 'We want to change its image, to make it a place of justice.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRIP ADVISOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baghdad Central Prison (Formerly Abu Ghraib)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Map It! Amenities Virtual Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Property Type: Prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor Reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1-7 of 20,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE PLACE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahmed R.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stayed here in 2003 and now I'm back again after being denied a lawyer :( Much better atmosphere, imho. Piped in muzac to drown out the screams of fellow prisoners is a nice touch! Staff much friendlier -- actually smile!! while jabbing you in the ribs with rifles/other prisoners! Would recommend to friends/relatives had they not already been killed in 2003.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10,576 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“PRETTY GOOD!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“I'd love the new water fountains if I weren't so terrified of water (after being waterboarded for four years).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;120 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“EXCELLENT!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Al-Sheik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“I love the BCP! A while back my husband, Ameen Saeed Al-Sheik, was quoted in the American media and Pentagon reports saying that American soldiers stripped him naked and raped him. Yikes! After they posed him in "shameful" positions, he claims the following exchange took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'Are you married?' I said, 'Yes.' They said, 'If your wife saw you like this, she will be disappointed.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after seeing the state-of-the-art weight room AND garden, I'm telling everyone I will NOT be disappointed. BCP rules! (My husband's kind of a drama queen. LOL!)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;978 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have to admit, I was nervous after I was taken from my home in the middle of the night and sent to the BCP -- I'd heard all of the stories about Abu Ghraib just as you have. But let me tell you something: the rooms are spacious (especially when 7 or 10 roommates are removed for daily beatings). Plus, they let you wear your favorite jersey while performing degrading and sacrilegious acts! Nope, America, that’s not Donovan McNabb performing [redacted], it’s me, B. T!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5,940 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great Stay”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bigboi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“I was a translator for the FBI and then was labeled a terrorist without the burden of a long, boring trial so they (naturally) didn't have my room ready. But I was amazed at how quickly they accommodated me. Full amenities include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;working fire extinguishers (they're not just filled with those gag “peanut brittle” snakes anymore!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on-site dark room for staff to develop and post photos within 24 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone that rings the front office for in-room torture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engraved ball-point pen for signing confessions under duress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;automatic extended, "super-late" check-out w/ suspension of habeas corpus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;noose for convenient self-hanging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working sink to "wash the American blood off our hands," with placard above containing the full quote from James Inhofe (Senate Armed Services Committee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;access to FOX NEWS which helps us to realize the necessity for our being here.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1,907 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect for reconnecting!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My husband and I were traveling to Saudi Arabia when we were pulled from the plane and sent to the BCP. Def recommend the romance package -- continental breakfast every month (served on the floor -- no messy cleanup!!) and staff poses us in "sexy" positions while taking photographs. Has lowered our inhibitions!“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;786 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Disgrace!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donald R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“There was a time when you could ask staff members to pull the guests around by their private parts and they'd not only do it, but they'd laugh with you and take photos. Now, you can still do it, but the joy is gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0 prisoners found this review helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7542523983199684314?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7542523983199684314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7542523983199684314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7542523983199684314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7542523983199684314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-worth-thousand-redacted-words.html' title='A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Redacted Words'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-9084193235580643164</id><published>2009-06-24T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not the Diagnosis, It's the Way You Said It</title><content type='html'>I love CNN.com.  It's a welcome distraction from the daily trampling perpetrated by our Quality Assurance team whenever they detect food in the conference room or some one's briefcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read an article that was both edifying and amazing.  It was entitled: "There's No Good Way to Tell your Kids They Have Cancer," and it featured medical "experts" who waxed poetic on the value of being forthright with your kids about their imminent demise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. Lawrence Wolfe, a pediatric hematologist-oncologist at Long Island Medical Center, "There's no good way to tell your children they're sick, but truth-telling usually pays off in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, but lying until they succumb to the disease sounds a lot easier and less stressful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article goes on to cite evidence from the National Cancer Institute which provides ways to deliver the blow to children of all ages.  Adolescents, for example, "need things explained to them in ways they can relate to."  So, I guess, you could say cancer is like a bad game of guitar hero or sleeping with someone in the marching band followed by a painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, Free Pants disagrees with the central premise of the article; I can think of a million great ways to tell your kids they have a limited amount of time on this earth.  To avoid a Pants backlash, I contacted some of the world's leading oncologists for tips on how to easily break the news.  Enjoy responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Ways to Tell Your Kids They Have Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dr. Steven Franks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="127" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jXqg_EnKWp8_0M:http://www.metrohealth.org/images/Patient%2520Services/Radiology/Medical%2520Staff/Goldberg%2520Andrewcompressed.jpg" width="91" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hire a clown to come to the house.  After making a balloon IV drip, let the clown deliver the news.  If the child cries, have the clown offer up his 'never-ending' hanky.  The kid will laugh so hard, he'll forget about his imminent demise."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr. Samantha Jencks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="125" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:zGanTVvx-kPLmM:http://otolaryngology.emory.edu/media/facultyphotos/AmyChen.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children need to take an active role in their cure.  Before you break the news, buy the child a piggy bank and tell him to save money in order to cure cancer.  One month later, break open the bank and shake your head in disgust saying, 'We can't cure your cancer with six dollars.  You have no one to blame but yourself.'  Then, take the six dollars and pick-up a Pizza Hut Pizzone.  Hey, a parent's got to eat, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dr. Milton Bozymski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="150" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:QqYlCAEInTH6lM:http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/Press_releases/2008/images/McKusick.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy a prepaid cell phone.  Then secretly add a new contact to your child's phone using the prepaid cell phone number and label it 'God.'  The next day send the following text message: 'U R Dying.  LOL (optional).'  When they show you the message, tell them that God works in mysterious ways.  Then, take their phone away; your plan doesn't include unlimited texting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dr. Eve Stinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="129" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:bAJpD7y4COWwUM:http://emergencymedicine.umc.edu/Site%2520Graphics/Moriarity,%2520Risa_051707.jpg" width="92" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, bad messages are better received when they are from trusted sources.  There is a service that sends birthday messages from Batman/Spiderman/Barney, etc.  Have them call the child and leave the following message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"(Spiderman): Hello (insert name)!  My spidey senses are tingling.  They tell me your white blood cell count is dangerously low!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dr. Alex Byrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="130" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:gaPyvv9-LdSgtM:http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/Otolaryngology/photos/ha1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your child figure it out on his own without spelling it out for him.  It will make him feel smart.  For example, tell him that you both should write a will.  When he asks questions, simply tell him that wills are what dying people draw up as a way to make sure their possessions are passed along to loved ones.  After he finishes his, throw yours away and tell him that only he needs one -- it's for dying people, after all.  To console him, let him know that he doesn't really own anything anyway.  Then, tear up the paper and start selling his toys on Ebay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dr. Francis Verhooven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="84" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:hPHidnCYQERXWM:http://pni.unibe.ch/artwork/newschlaepf.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's important for a child to maintain a sense of pride.  Show him the recent reports which suggest that cancer will overtake heart disease as the leading cause of death and tell him, "You are helping to make this a reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dr. Garrett Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="130" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:TRmoVDOffkeplM:http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/otolaryngology/photos/kashima1.jpg" width="93" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apathy is a great way to curb the fear and restlessness associated with a death sentence.  For example, let him have all the candy he wants.  When he asks, "What's the special occasion?"  Tell him, "Why not?  Couldn't be worse for you than the tumors." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the full article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/12/18/ep.children.bad.diagnosis/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/12/18/ep.children.bad.diagnosis/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-9084193235580643164?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/9084193235580643164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=9084193235580643164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9084193235580643164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/9084193235580643164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-diagnosis-its-way-you-said-it.html' title='It&apos;s Not the Diagnosis, It&apos;s the Way You Said It'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7050237259236171938</id><published>2009-06-20T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:15.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Your Resume in Your Mouth</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I was born just in time. Had I been born earlier, I might not have had the opportunity to experience the glut of amazing news stories published on the web. For example, I might have missed out on the sage advice proffered by the people at careerbuilder.com. The article, which was picked up by CNN.com, advises job seekers on what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to say during interviews. Here are some examples from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"'I hated my last boss,' 'How long until I get a promotion?' 'I want to take these days off.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the article inspired sadness and introspection: how many failed interviews did the author experience before arriving at these conclusions? I was so curious, I emailed CNN.com and asked for the first draft of the article which contained many more pieces of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I share them with you, you should probably get a job, slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things not to say/do in an interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play air guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to arm wrestle the interviewer after he asks, "What are your strengths?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Quote (with voices) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Simpsons, Family Guy, Vagina Monologues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just like in &lt;em&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/em&gt; or any sitcom from the 1980's, claim the female receptionist is really a man. Then, try to remove her "fake" hair. Look perplexed when it can't be removed. Later in the interview, cite that as an example of one of your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do push ups when asked why you would be an asset to the team&lt;br /&gt;6. "When can I co-sign a loan with you?"&lt;br /&gt;7. Hand the interviewer your cell phone and ask him to take a photo of you "at work"&lt;br /&gt;8. Ask, "What time is it?" after he presses you for questions.&lt;br /&gt;9. Re-enact the Sharon Stone leg-crossing scene from &lt;em&gt;Basic Instinct&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sing your answers Broadway-style.&lt;br /&gt;11. Blow air kisses as you leave. Make a sad face when he/she doesn't "catch" them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7050237259236171938?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7050237259236171938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7050237259236171938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7050237259236171938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7050237259236171938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-your-resume-in-your-mouth.html' title='Put Your Resume in Your Mouth'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7120100275130569724</id><published>2009-06-19T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reject Pile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>"Heartfelt" Father's Day Gifts</title><content type='html'>There was a time when fathers were beloved.  I wasn't around during this time, but I've been told about it by the elderly men I dead leg at Supermarkets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, fathers were seen as beacons of wisdom; lighthouses that provided guidance to spouses and children who had lost their way.  This is strange as current sitcoms and commercials portray fathers as functionally retarded.  They're always tubby, bald and twisted up in Christmas lights (even though the commercial is for Oat Bran).  Then, the wife/child/animated dog will arrive with wisdom for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take umbrage with this trend.  Perhaps Dad can't focus on doing the family taxes because he was busy paying the mortgage.  And maybe Dad can't get to the gym because he's stress eats thinking about your non-stop bed wetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it's Father's Day and the monsters at Oprah.com have provided a list of "great" gifts for dad.  Dear Reader, these gifts would inspire incredulity, if not non-stop suicides.  Pointing out the flaws in these gift ideas is my gift to dads (and homicide detectives) everywhere.  Except for mine -- he's getting a subscription to Playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Oprah.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 11 Dad Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sign him up for a book club for a year. He will get a new book every month. He can pass the book to you after he is done, and you can meet for lunch to talk about the book (and everything else)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; If there's something worse than reading or talking with your kid, it's talking with your kid &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; reading (and why you blew their college fund at the track). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Suggestion:&lt;/strong&gt; Leave the family and live at the local library.  Each month, meet with Dad to discuss books (and how you wrestled sandwiches away from hobos -- if there's time).  He'll be sure to thank you for lessening his burdens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 8 IM your Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Use your computer or Palm Pilot to send dad instant messages over the Internet. Just nice things like "You're the greatest," "I love you" and "Thank you for all you do." These little gems may take an instant, but their meaning will last a long time in his heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take:&lt;/strong&gt; First of all, your dad's inbox is already clogged with messages from creditors and perhaps his mistress.  Secondly, your dad is at work (or strip clubs or Canada) in an effort to get away from you.  Why remind him of the little guy who eats his food and can't throw a baseball?  Leave him alone.  Thirdly, how about getting off your fat ass and doing something?  Jesus, Tubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Suggestion:&lt;/strong&gt; If you choose to send him a text, make sure it's one that he'll love like: "Dad!  I don't want an allowance!" or "Dad!  I've decided to move out and live in the ocean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 5 Little Bits of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Spend a day on the golf course with your dad if he likes to golf. Paint or glue little slips of paper with the words "I Love You," "You're the Greatest" or "Best Dad" on a set of golf balls as a gift (or tennis balls if that's his game).If he's not into sports, you can still surprise him by leaving these "little pieces of love" all over the place—in the car, the dresser drawer, on his toothbrush, in his briefcase, in his shoe and so on. He will have such a laugh discovering them throughout the day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/strong&gt;: Good Lord.  This suggestion also applies to the related Oprah.com article  &lt;em&gt;How to Ensure His Buddies Will Call Him Gay&lt;/em&gt;.  I'm pretty sure these will convince him that you're looking to take the relationship to the next level which is only cool if you're Josef Fritzl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Suggestion&lt;/strong&gt;:  Tattoo "I love you!" on your groin and let Dad practice his kick-boxing/crowbar-swinging on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 2 The Gift of Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Spend time with your father. Type up an itinerary of the day's events for him to follow and tie a big bow on it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/strong&gt;: Look: dad spends a lot of his free time watching you fail at sports or dance around like a moron at dance recitals.  The last thing he wants to do is spend time with you.  You have nothing to offer!  This isn't a Disney movie where you enrich his life; you have slowly sucked out his soul with your Baby Einstein-watching, Jonas brothers-Listening, and Vaccine-Wasting ways.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Pants' Suggestion&lt;/strong&gt;: Pin a note to your shirt that reads, "I love you."  Then, hop into an abandoned fridge.  Close door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: Spell Check did not recognize Josef Fritzl.  Spell-check is one luck SOB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Full article: &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/relationships/family/pkgfathersday/slideshow1_ss_giftsfather_sandra/13" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/relationships/family/pkgfathersday/slideshow1_ss_giftsfather_sandra/13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7120100275130569724?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7120100275130569724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7120100275130569724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7120100275130569724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7120100275130569724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartfelt-fathers-day-gifts.html' title='&quot;Heartfelt&quot; Father&apos;s Day Gifts'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8486453806864422264</id><published>2009-06-15T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Ed McMahon -- Best Couch Potato Ever</title><content type='html'>According to the "CIA fact book," about 7,000 people die each day in the United States. Too bad no one will remember these guys since they happened to die on the same day as Ed McMahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not familiar, Ed McMahon wasn't a particularly funny or talented man, but he did know how to introduce you to one. Each night on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, McMahon would sit (in so many different ways!) next to Johnny and cackle at Carson's jokes just like my Uncle Frank after he'd drink a box of wine and toss rats into babies' diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago -- if you can remember a time before Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8 -- McMahon was derided by the media and Hollywood for squandering his fortune and letting his mansion belly flop into foreclosure. But now that the guy is dead, he's suddenly the most beloved sack of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been given the dubious honor of being called the "human laugh track." This is a man who served honorably as a fighter pilot in World War II and Korea. This is how he's remembered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone say that he's sure Ed McMahon is sitting next to God and laughing at everything He says. First of all, I'm not sure Ed McMahon should be laughing when God tells people to murder abortion doctors or floods entire cities. Second, I'm pretty sure after five seconds in Heaven, God will turn to Ed and say, "Please shut the f--- up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey-O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8486453806864422264?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8486453806864422264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8486453806864422264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8486453806864422264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8486453806864422264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/06/ed-mcmahon-best-couch-potato-ever.html' title='Ed McMahon -- Best Couch Potato Ever'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6739360140436009069</id><published>2009-06-11T14:38:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Night at the Holocaust Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unless you've barricaded yourself in an Applebees men's room until the studio executives who cancelled &lt;em&gt;Samantha Who?&lt;/em&gt; reverse their decision, you've probably heard about the shooting that took place at the Holocaust Museum yesterday. Apparently, Stephen Tyrone Johns, a security guard at the museum, opened the door for what he thought was an elderly patron. That patron, an 88-year-old Neo-Nazi (or original "classic" Nazi, actually), summarily shot and killed the security guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words that spring to mind include the following: "sad," "senseless," "alternate ending to Disney- Pixar's &lt;em&gt;Up&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hero? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to an article on CNN.com, D.C. Mayor Adrian Fenty and other top officials are labeling Johns a "hero."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A six-year veteran of the museum's security staff, Johns "died heroically in the line of duty," said Sara Bloomfield, director of the museum."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have someone who can refute that statement: a dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Webster's, a hero is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. "A person who has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex. He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. "A sandwich."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to assume D.C. officials are referring to Webster's second definition as Johns performed in a manner more consistent with a sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guard opened the door and was shot by an old guy. How is that heroic? He didn't choose to take a bullet to save people; he just happened to be there -- he was a victim. By that logic, I've made heroes out of all the 10-year-olds I punch in the crotch at supermarkets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, this tragic event has inspired the governor's office to offer commendations to other "heroes."  Here's the Mayor's list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Andrea Stone - 36-year-old Kentucky woman who heeded the call for justice when she tripped over a crack in the stairwell and tumbled three stories below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Huggles - D.C. kitten that heroically darted out into rush-hour traffic despite protestations from onlookers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mark E. Feinsturg -- Connecticut man who bravely distracted evil lightning by allowing himself to be struck by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a lesson in all this it's this: don't help old people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6739360140436009069?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6739360140436009069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6739360140436009069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6739360140436009069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6739360140436009069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-holocaust-museum.html' title='Night at the Holocaust Museum'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3294012988181913306</id><published>2009-06-04T12:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>How to Say No</title><content type='html'>Comedians and doctors can (and often) spend hours lecturing people about the differences between men and women. In a recent Internet search, I happened upon what can be classified as not really a difference between men and women, but a similarity between certain types of men and women and fully functioning robotic dogs: they can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Oprah.com has posted an article which provides people with the tools necessary to stand up for themselves. Here's a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How To Say No To…...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You wouldn't mind ________, would you?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 "Actually, I would."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."You know what I mean?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 "Actually, I don't."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...unsolicited advice: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 "There's an idea!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...someone you've said yes to in the past:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 "Yes! (as in, yes to your gut feeling that the right answer is no): "I know I've agreed to ________ in the past, but it only made me feel anxious/uncomfortable/overwhelmed. That's why it's important for me to now say no."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other "techniques" for saying no the author forgot to mention include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving a thumbs down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flatulence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kicking someone in the ribs (not limited to the questioner; it could be a random passerby or baby) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiter: "Would you like to hear the specials?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You: "There's an idea!" (Then, kick him in the ribs.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people survived before this advice is a testament to their will and character. In an attempt to reach across the aisle (to robotic dogs, not weaklings), I've decided to apply some of the "techniques" to my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't mind &lt;u&gt;removing your foot from my chest&lt;/u&gt;, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I would, your Honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you should probably not hang from/make a lasso out of those live electrical wires!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's an idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation # 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your condom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I've agreed to &lt;u&gt;wear a condom&lt;/u&gt; in the past, but it only made me feel anxious/uncomfortable/overwhelmed. That's why it's important for me to now say no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article then proffers advice on how to "not take no for an answer" that lead to imagined confrontations that can, according to authorities, be used as a legitimate reason for suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please forward this article to the studio heads who renew &lt;em&gt;According to Jim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200807_omag_no_anytime"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200807_omag_no_anytime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3294012988181913306?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3294012988181913306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3294012988181913306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3294012988181913306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3294012988181913306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-say-no.html' title='How to Say No'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1022961919489565420</id><published>2009-06-03T14:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:47.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios Mia</title><content type='html'>People are profoundly disturbed. According to television shows and movies, "flawed" characters overcome their fears by succumbing to love or kicking fat guys in the crotch -- it depends on the show. In real life, though, love (or crotch-kicking) doesn't really hold a candle to everyone's baggage. It's pretty depressing. I guess that's why God created &lt;em&gt;Howie Do It&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the latest Depressing Story About an Old Person, Mia Farrow has staged a hunger strike to raise awareness for the genocide in Darfur. One could also argue that she is drumming up awareness for Mia Farrow, the actress who hasn't been in a decent movie or newspaper in fifteen years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Farrow is off the mark: people are aware of the problem; it's more likely that they prefer to follow Ashton Kutcher's Twitter battle with CNN than deal with dead women and children. But it's nice of Farrow to think that losing ten pounds over three weeks will scare America straight. As we all know, Americans don't mind genocide, but they will not risk putting Mia Farrow in an uncomfortable position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nice, if narcissistic thought, Mia. Here's a better way to capture people's attention: make a movie that doesn't suck.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Woody Allen movies not included; they were good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;**As of Free Pants press time, Farrow's hunger strike has ended.  The genocide continues.  Thanks for failing me again, Mia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1022961919489565420?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1022961919489565420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1022961919489565420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1022961919489565420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1022961919489565420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/dios-mia.html' title='Dios Mia'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1396571732874721395</id><published>2009-05-31T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:07:59.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand-Up: Why Women will destory the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQdfaivNY5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQdfaivNY5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1396571732874721395?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1396571732874721395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1396571732874721395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1396571732874721395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1396571732874721395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-up-why-women-will-destory-world.html' title='Stand-Up: Why Women will destory the world'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5456232285365425791</id><published>2009-05-27T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>In "touching father, son news," last week Tony Gwynn called his son to inform him of his trade to the Padres, the club at which Gwynn senior played for nearly twenty years.  According to yahoonews.com, there was a moment of tenderness, followed by excitement.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unreported by yahoonews.com is another phone call placed by Pete Rose to his son, Pete Rose, Jr. at about the same time.  Luckily, Free Pants has the transcript of this call: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Pete Rose, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pete Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;:  Hi, it's Dad.  I have news.  The Chattanooga Lookouts are looking for a new janitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Pete Rose, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Wow!  That's great news!  So I would work under you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pete Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;: Yes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5456232285365425791?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5456232285365425791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5456232285365425791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5456232285365425791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5456232285365425791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1504930617637459763</id><published>2009-05-23T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:47.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Tacit Disapproval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week, speaker of the house Nancy Pelosi took a break from running naked in my nightmares to publicly deny any complicity in torture used by the government against so-called "enemy combatants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Pelosi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We were not -- I repeat -- were not told that waterboarding or any of these other enhanced interrogation methods were used. What they did tell us is that they had . . . the Office of Legal Counsel opinions [and] that they could be used, but not that they would," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congressman and former Bush administration officials have reported that Pelosi received the briefings and was aware of the torture techniques employed by the military.  Despite these reports, Pelosi insists that she was "lied to" and feels "duped.  In fact, now she is launching a formal investigation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants agrees with the Speaker and spent the day holding her hand and supplying her with tissues while she read a laundry list of other ways in which she felt "duped" or "lied to" by people outside of Washington.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants declassified it for you; here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The existence of Santa Claus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"TV shows, Christmas carols, Macy's and my parents would insist on his existence.  I've sent them all summons... even my parents.  Death is no excuse not to show up in court."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Old Meineke tagline, "You're not gonna pay a lot for that muffler."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In reality, I paid quite a lot for that muffler.  And they painted my car a disgusting color.  You are going to pay a lot for lying to Pelosi, Meineke."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. X-Ray specs in the back of Archie comic books did not provide x-ray vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't need X-Ray specs to see through your corrupt and soulless business practices.  "See" you in court."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. Saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;.  Despite critic Jeffrey Lyons' claim,  it did not seem like "the funniest family movie in years!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Space Chimps&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is the funniest family movie in recent history.  Everyone knows that.  Perjury is a serious offense, Mr. Lyons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. The dissolution of Sean Penn's and Robin Wright Penn's marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They seemed so happy; I cried for days.  How could they keep their problems from me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Drank Red Bull.  Did not grow wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can't fly away from my subpoenas, Red Bull."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1504930617637459763?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1504930617637459763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1504930617637459763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1504930617637459763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1504930617637459763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-tacit-disapproval.html' title='On Tacit Disapproval'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2939985847019514911</id><published>2009-05-21T15:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrifying Robot News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>A Robot By Any Other Name Would Still Eviscerate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090521/sc_livescience/realsoldierslovetheirrobotbrethren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I reported on the CNN.com article in which the author announced -- with a nonchalance that left me (and humanity, one hopes) staring at the screen with incredulity -- that WWI vets frequently kissed each other in the trenches. Today, I found another article destined to hang in our future Robot Master's office (adjacent to human heads) shortly after humanity's demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, soldiers are falling in love with their robot brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One of the psychologically interesting things is that these systems aren't designed to promote intimacy, and yet we're seeing these bonds being built with them," said Peter Singer, a leading defense analyst at the Brookings Institution."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One EOD soldier brought in a robot for repairs with tears in his eyes and asked the repair shop if it could put "Scooby-Doo" back together. Despite being assured that he would get a new robot, the soldier remained inconsolable. He only wanted Scooby-Doo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is disconcerting to me and thousands of dateless women who wonder why men can feel more affection for the short circuit robot than them. I can see the articles in O magazine now:&lt;br /&gt;"How to Tell If He's Having An Emotional Affair With His Robot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this allowed to happen? Have scientists not seen the Terminator movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The United States military sees robots as tireless warriors capable of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/realsoldierslovetheirrobotbrethren/32095701/SIG=12pm8gbrn/*http://www.livescience.com/common/media/video/player.php?videoRef=LS_090309_00_FutuBots"&gt;&lt;em&gt;striking fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;into enemies, and is not shy about finding inspiration from Terminator. One scientist said he was trying to build the Hunter-Killer drone from 'Terminator,'" Singer told LiveScience."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a better question is this one: have scientists seen the &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt; of the Terminator movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me allay your fears. Scientists and the robots' army spouses have a reward system in place to keep the robots satisfied with their roles. The system? Promotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...several teams have given their robots promotions, Purple Heart awards for being wounded in combat, and even a military funeral."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the profound sadness felt by someone passed up for a promotion for a Roomba. And I believe that awarding a Purple Heart, the highest honor the military can bestow upon an individual for bravery, to a giant tank undermines the value of the award. Why stop there? Give it to dogs, recycle bins, and Gallagher's audience members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally: what does one say at a robot funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I remember when my robot killed everyone in the classroom -- their white flags couldn''t save them from disembowelment.  Then, we kissed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When Singer asked one U.S. Air Force officer about how he envisioned the psychological impact of the drones on the enemy, the officer compared the Taliban and Al Qaeda militants to the human resistance fighters in the "Terminator" movies - hiding in their bunkers and caves from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/realsoldierslovetheirrobotbrethren/32095701/SIG=12pq0g7lm/*http://www.livescience.com/common/media/video/player.php?videoRef=LS_090309_07_BotAnces"&gt;&lt;em&gt;technological onslaught&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the government's mind &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're&lt;/span&gt; the terminators? After a stream of questions from reporters, the officer clarified his position by saying that just like in &lt;em&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/em&gt;, we were the Nazis and the Taliban were the weak, malnourished Holocaust detainees, and that America would be like the rapist bikers in the &lt;em&gt;Accused&lt;/em&gt;; the taliban would be like Jodie Foster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, though, robots are all about reducing their carbon footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Singer attended one presentation on the Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot (EATR) - a long-range robot that refuels itself on "grass, broken wood, furniture, dead bodies," according to a list reeled off by one scientist."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Bea Arthur can be of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2939985847019514911?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2939985847019514911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2939985847019514911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2939985847019514911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2939985847019514911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/grenades-of-love.html' title='A Robot By Any Other Name Would Still Eviscerate You'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2257209680187805078</id><published>2009-05-20T16:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Terrifying War Facts</title><content type='html'>In my endless quest for online fodder, I happened upon one of the most alarming war facts of all time. According to an article published on CNN.com about important historical kisses (yes, the link is at the bottom), World War I soldiers made out with each other like horny teens in a drive-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In 1927, two soldiers kissed tenderly in the silent movie "Wings", which won Best Picture at the first Academy Awards. When the film was released, no one raised an eyebrow about the scene, partially because kissing(!!!*) in the trenches was remarkably common during World War I. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to British Academy Postdoctoral Fellow Dr. Santanu Das, letters and accounts of the war are peppered with stories of soldiers kissing, embracing, and giving each other pet names like 'my Palestine Wife.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of an exclamation point man, but soldiers making out in the trenches deserves them after every word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord. No wonder WWI vets were tight-lipped about their experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article lumbers on about other historical kisses (Jesus and Judas, Moses and Larry King) but fails to mention the historical dry humping sessions of Hitler and Chamberlain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, CNN. You can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/05/20/mf.ten.important.kisses/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/05/20/mf.ten.important.kisses/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exclamation points added by God's request&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2257209680187805078?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2257209680187805078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2257209680187805078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2257209680187805078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2257209680187805078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/terrifying-war-facts.html' title='Terrifying War Facts'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-305789128061110935</id><published>2009-05-13T21:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>What Guys Really Want</title><content type='html'>After intelligence, sense of humor and sex appeal, I think humility is one of my best qualities.  Despite this, though, I have decided to venture outside of my comfort zone to correct the missteps of yahoo.com/personals writer and virgin Ron Dodge.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his article entitled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Easy Ways To Make Men Smile&lt;/span&gt;, Dodge lists the things that might make a 13 year-old girl happy like "arm-touching."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily for men everywhere, Free Pants has already submitted his tracked version (with comments) to the editors.  I've pasted it below.  You're welcome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;#1: Touch His &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;Arm &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;There are a lot of ways to subtly let a guy know you're into him, like maintaining eye contact, playing with your hair, and smiling a lot. But the only one that sends shivers down my spine is when a girl touches my &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;arm&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt; during conversation. It always surprises me, and it's always great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;#2: Send Him a Random Text Message in Midday (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;About Touching His Penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;&lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;OK, this might not be free depending on your cell phone plan, but it's still a great value. Nothing breaks the monotony of a long workday like a flirty note from &lt;a href="http://personals.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext"&gt;someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and unless his job is super-intense he'll have plenty of time to daydream about you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys like text messages about their genitals.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;#3: Give Him a Very Specific Compliment &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(About His Penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;Telling a guy he's funny or smart is always appreciated, but the really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;meaningful compliments are the ones that reveal how well you know him. Something like "I love the way your &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;face&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt; scrunches up when you're doing &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;the crossword puzzle&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;#4: Send Him the Diary Entry You Wrote (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;About His Penis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;) After Your First Date -- or Write One Now(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;… Then Touch His Penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;One of the best things about having a girlfriend is reminiscing about what you thought about &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;each other&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(his penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt; in the beginning of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;#5: Present Him With A Photo of You And &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;Him&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;His Penis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:red"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;Guys need something to distract them from their annoying co-workers in the office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What better way to keep his mind focused on your relationship than to have a framed photo of you and &lt;s style="text-line-through:double"&gt;him&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(his penis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:ArialMT"&gt;?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s something he can look to in difficult times or when he’s in need of reminiscing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full article is here: http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/relationships/24293/dating-tips-5-easy-ways-to-make-men-smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I haven't written in over a month and this is my first post back.  Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-305789128061110935?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/305789128061110935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=305789128061110935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/305789128061110935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/305789128061110935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-guys-really-want.html' title='What Guys Really Want'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2253662596456608491</id><published>2009-04-27T23:46:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Swine Author -- My Hate is Alive and Well</title><content type='html'>There must be something universal about our desire to unlock the mysteries of romantic love. How else can one explain the success of Alex Greven, the 10-year old author who found fame and fortune with his best selling book &lt;em&gt;How to Talk to Girls&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If swine flu has erased your memory, Greven pieced together a self-help book that proffered gems such as "Be nice!" and "be careful of pretty girls; they're mean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To be fair, that's pretty good advice -- women are fickle and can often drive men to believe that a 10-year old who whacks off in his pants has all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the media's love for someone whose lack of experience somehow qualifies him as an expert leads to what people sitting next to me at church/bus stops have dubbed, "Nonstop swearing and crotch punching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Naturally, Greven has set his sights on repairing the often tentative, complicated father/son dynamic with his new book How to Talk to Dads. Here's an example of some of his advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dads like to play video games!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dads are 80% more likely to say yes than moms!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dads like respectful and quiet kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks, Alex. Groundbreaking stuff. I've gotten better advice from homeless guys and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm a patient man -- I say excuse me when pushing slow walkers out of my way on the street and I never roll my eyes at waiters when they're presenting their "specials," but watching interviews with this kid where he is not met with ridicule or shoved into feces has pushed me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Who is this book for? If my son ever gave me this book, I would force him to live in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm not sure this is universal advice, either. I'd love to see Greven use this on Josef Fritzl, the Austrian guy who raped his own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Dad, can I leave the basement?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm going to rape your sister again!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Dad, sounds like you need to play some more Mario Cart!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out the book works. My dad and I both want to kick the crap out of this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2253662596456608491?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2253662596456608491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2253662596456608491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2253662596456608491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2253662596456608491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-author-my-hate-is-alive-and-well.html' title='Swine Author -- My Hate is Alive and Well'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5014516709424260595</id><published>2009-04-14T22:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>Here Comes the Crap</title><content type='html'>In "Oh good" news, George Harrison finally received his Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame today.  The star was purchased by Capitol Records as a way to honor the former Beatle's unparalleled contribution to movies and television and to promote an upcoming "greatest hits" compilation of his solo career.  Rumored tracks include &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sweet Lord&lt;/span&gt; and other, alternate versions of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sweet Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrison's wife, son, and new beau Tom Hanks were present at the ceremony.  In what can only be described as the most dubious words ever spoken about a spouse, Olivia Harrison said the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We all have such deep feelings for George because he was such a deep-feeling person... he was funny as the day is long and jut as perplexing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find out more insightful quotes like the ones above in her new spoken word CD: I'm a Moron!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SeVKumE50HI/AAAAAAAACV0/JCVvG_yRxNY/s320/moron+great.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324744298791030898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can only hope that Somali pirates will try to steal this thing.  The Star on the Walk of Fame; not Olivia Harrison's new CD, smartass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5014516709424260595?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5014516709424260595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5014516709424260595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5014516709424260595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5014516709424260595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-comes-crap.html' title='Here Comes the Crap'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SeVKumE50HI/AAAAAAAACV0/JCVvG_yRxNY/s72-c/moron+great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-782183876584835856</id><published>2009-03-28T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:15:41.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to World re: Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Dear [redacted]:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not listening to me, world.  You are acting like R-Words and I cannot abide it.  I thought we had a deal.  You can imagine my surprise when I found out about your so-called "Earth Hour."  For those unaware, this is a time (8:30PM - 9:30 PM) designated by R-words in which people will turn off the power in their homes/buildings/gas chambers in an effort to "raise awareness of climate change" and allow for easier, more organized looting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to an article on CNN.com, your madness has already begun.  In China, site of the 2008 Olympic games and other things, "illuminations of the 'Bird's Nest' and water cube were extinguished showing China's commitment to finding a solution to global warming."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, China.  Turning off the lights for an hour is a pretty good solution.  Here's a better one: Cut down on the air pollution from your 300 million factories that kills your workers and our Olympic athletes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Earth Hour events got off to an unofficial start in the remote Chatham Islands in the South Pacific Ocean where locals switched off their diesel generators, organizers said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically speaking the people in New Orleans who have been without electricity since Katrina have been the true pioneers of Earth Hour; their unofficial start began in 2005.  Way to show your commitment, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line: instead of turning off your lights for an hour, why not actually do something like buy a hybrid car or bury Amy Winehouse and use her body for compost?  Or if you insist, at least make the hour during the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to Jim/Samantha Who?&lt;/span&gt; "comedy" block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-782183876584835856?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/782183876584835856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=782183876584835856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/782183876584835856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/782183876584835856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-letter-to-world-re-earth-hour.html' title='Open letter to World re: Earth Hour'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1051111458397894883</id><published>2009-03-22T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The R-Word is Retarded</title><content type='html'>In a country where banks are failing, unemployment is rising, and network executives continue to renew &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to Jim&lt;/span&gt;, it's comforting to know that the American people can unite in hatred for one singular purpose: to chastise the President for comparing his poor bowling ability to that of a member of the Special Olympics.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outrage has been unanimous and far-reaching.  Although no actual mentally handicapped people have complained -- probably because they cannot operate a television (or if they could, even they don't think Leno is funny) -- the head of the Special Olympics is using the President's "gaffe" as a catalyst for a new program that will try to eliminate "retard" (or R-Word, as they prefer it to be called) from the lexicon.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to CNN.com: "March 31 is being billed a 'national day of awareness,' a call to Americans to recognize and rethink their use of the R-Word.  The push for increased respect is being spearheaded by young people who are collecting pledges or vows from people to not use the word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so we're clear: America's top priorities are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Stop use of the word "retard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - 8. Fix economy, capture bin laden, stop foreclosures, help people who lost their homes move out of their tents, bring soldiers back from Iraq, stop global warming, prepare for eventual robot takeover, murder the executive who created Verizon's Fios and Cable Guy characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be a jerk, but let's be honest: the President said his bowling skills suck.  He compared them to those of a retarded person.  This seems like a pretty apt comparison to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like he said "Asians can't bowl" or "Women can't bowl."  He said, "People will severely impaired motor skills can't bowl."  Are there thousands of pissed off mentally/physically handicapped people out there bowling 300s?  If so, you have a right to be upset.  But most likely, you didn't even see the interview because your parents have been laid off and you're living in a tent on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called hierarchy of need.  And getting rid of the R-word falls in between renewing subscriptions to the New Yorker and putting money in your 401k at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line: America, please stop acting like a R-Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1051111458397894883?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1051111458397894883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1051111458397894883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1051111458397894883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1051111458397894883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/03/r-word-is-retarded.html' title='The R-Word is Retarded'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1563120512949704786</id><published>2009-03-04T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession: The Environment Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate the environment.  I dislike celebrities who proffer "green" advice like, "Turn off your air conditioner and pop in a Dentyne Ice instead!"  The environment is a bully.  It never considered your weekend plans when it decided to rain or snow or blow radioactive materials from nuclear plant meltdowns into your city.  No.  It did whatever the hell it wanted and now it's on its knees begging for help.  And you are crawling back; trying to appease it.  Please join me in breaking the cycle of abuse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 1: When buying groceries, use "paper in plastic" bags (and not those "Grandma" sacks or your shirt/underwear, as they recommend).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 2.  Litter.  Products can be broken down more easily if they are left on fields, baby carriages or sea creatures. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 3: Urinate everywhere.  This doesn't affect the environment, but it sends a message.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, planet.  You should have treated us better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1563120512949704786?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1563120512949704786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1563120512949704786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1563120512949704786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1563120512949704786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession-environment-sucks.html' title='Confession: The Environment Sucks'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8980326037515996560</id><published>2009-03-03T21:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrifying Robot News'/><title type='text'>Definitive Proof: You and Your "Tweets" are Retarded</title><content type='html'>Drama queen and failed solo artist John Lennon once said, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."  Not any more.  Now there's Twitter which effectively replaces those stolen moments of love and introspection with bathroom updates from Dr. Phil.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched a five minute presentation from CNN's self-proclaimed "Data Doctor" on what must have been a time period originally dedicated to color bars (or dogs that resemble Bea Arthur) and the guy couldn't give any "real world" situations that would require the service.  His one example involved a kid who wanted to communicate to his nine siblings the state of their dying parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Send updates with one simple message!"  Because, God, picking up the phone nine times to tell your brothers and sisters that mom and dad are dead can be such a drag :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another example from the "doctor": &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Say your friends are taking a trip to the wine country.  This way you can hear all about it with their updates."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look.  I put in enough effort with my friends -- I don't laugh at their dreams and aspirations (even though they're pretty stupid), and I almost always pretend to look for their pets after I let them out of the house/run them over -- but one thing I cannot do is feign excitement when they talk about their vacations/divorces/deportations.  Now, I'll have to pretend every five minutes.  Thanks, Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest gripe is that Twitter makes one friend awesome and the other a total loser.  It would be like if  you were sitting at home watching TV and your friend called and said, "Hey Steve.  I'm riding a humpback whale.  It's breathtaking!  Well, gotta go.  Bye!"  You wouldn't be interested; you'd hang up the phone and say, "What a smug son of a bitch!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you'd send a "tweet" to your family telling them that you committed suicide.  The "Data Doctor" would approve -- much more efficient (and environmentally-friendly) than writing a suicide note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8980326037515996560?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8980326037515996560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8980326037515996560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8980326037515996560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8980326037515996560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/03/definitive-proof-you-and-your-tweets.html' title='Definitive Proof: You and Your &quot;Tweets&quot; are Retarded'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-8878269969354605477</id><published>2009-03-02T14:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:48.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Good'/><title type='text'>"A Rose by Any Other Name Would Suck,"  Scientists Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Saw6mlfAkiI/AAAAAAAACVA/kCAgPscMaZc/s1600-h/capt.2565c68d90d3468e9d4acd231894ca17.south_korea_vegetarians_sel106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Saw6mlfAkiI/AAAAAAAACVA/kCAgPscMaZc/s320/capt.2565c68d90d3468e9d4acd231894ca17.south_korea_vegetarians_sel106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308682495334584866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on movies and TV shows, each person is supposed to be endowed with a special purpose -- something that transcends his day-to-day life and affords him the courage to face that inevitable day when he dies and gets thrown into the ground (or burned and tossed over oceans or salads, depending on his wishes).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending most of my time punching cashiers in the stomach after they ask about my day, I've often wondered about my "special" purpose.  Turns out, I don't have one.  But in the meantime, I can write scathing articles about scientific studies picked up by YAHOOnews.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In today's article, it quotes a study put forth by the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation in which scientists suggest that children will eat foods based on their names.  The study found that children ate twice as many carrots when they were renamed "Super X-Ray Vision Carrots."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Cool names can make for cool foods," says lead author Brian Wansink of Cornell University.  'Whether it be 'power peas' or 'dinosaur broccoli trees,' giving a food a fun name makes kids think it will be more fun to eat.  And it seems to be working.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, but if that's true it stands to reason that the opposite is true: if you rename bad foods, kid won't want to eat them either.  Free Pants sent a list of suggestions to local school cafeterias.  Here's a copy for your records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tiny Penis Brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "You're Adopted" Pizza Bagels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Super Gay Chicken Fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "I Heart Wedgies" Potato Wedges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wacky Welfare Doughnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Whoopi Goldberg's Extreme Chocolate Breast Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think this study proves what Free Pants has long thought: kids are idiots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090302/sc_livescience/kidspreferveggieswithcoolnames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-8878269969354605477?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/8878269969354605477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=8878269969354605477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8878269969354605477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/8878269969354605477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/03/rose-by-any-other-name-would-smell-just.html' title='&quot;A Rose by Any Other Name Would Suck,&quot;  Scientists Say'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/Saw6mlfAkiI/AAAAAAAACVA/kCAgPscMaZc/s72-c/capt.2565c68d90d3468e9d4acd231894ca17.south_korea_vegetarians_sel106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-4349273830303541249</id><published>2009-02-24T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:06:42.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreclosure Fight</title><content type='html'>According to the title of an article on CNN.com, there are three magic words that can delay the foreclosure process.  Those words?  "Produce the note."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, but I was hoping it was, "I'll kill you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-4349273830303541249?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4349273830303541249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=4349273830303541249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4349273830303541249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/4349273830303541249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/foreclosure-fight.html' title='Foreclosure Fight'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7926272645570758397</id><published>2009-02-12T20:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews 2/12/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt; - -9,000 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/span&gt; A movie of interconnecting story arcs deals with the challenges of reading or misreading human behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: Even IMDB can't figure out what this movie is about.  When people (or robots) cannot accurately describe the plot of a movie in a few sentences, it's either because the film so deftly captures an emotion that it transcends plot summaries... or it just plain sucks.  This movie is the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every other reviewer has thrown his hands in the air in despair lamenting the need for a book (or movie) in which obvious statements are considered profound.  I disagree; we need these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with many women and they are terrible friends.  If a guy is making a fool of himself, his buddies will say, "Steve, you're an idiot.  You're embarrassing yourself."  This is either followed by a punch in the ribs or dry humping (if Red Sox win the Pennant only).  Women, on the other hand, will feed the delusion.  "Maybe he's scared!  He likes you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much!  Maybe he moved to Space!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time someone tells you there would be no war if women ran the world, throw babies at him until he relents. Here's what would happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madam President&lt;/span&gt;: Can you believe what Denmark said?  We're going to destroy them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female Cabinet Members&lt;/span&gt;: Totally!  What jerks!  You're definitely right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later that evening, a phone call is placed to Denmark from each female cabinet member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denmark&lt;/span&gt;: What is Madam President's problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female Cabinet Members&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know.  She's crazy!  Anyway, I totally think she's overreacting.  I don't agree with it!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World explodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, this movie sucks.  It has Jennifer Aniston and Ben Affleck and "Mac" from the Mac Vs. PC ads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: clip from upcoming porn film of the same name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;der burger out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from IMDB.com):&lt;/span&gt; Inspector Jacques Clouseau teams up with a squad of international detectives who are just as bumbling as he is.  Their mission: stop a globe-trotting thief who specializes in stealing historical artifacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;: I am a reasonable man.  I can tolerate those "cable guy vs. verizon fios guy" ads, guys who use the word "slacks" in casual conversation, and old people who tell boring stories from their past (Why should I listen to your Korea stories when MASH covers it so hilariously?), but what I cannot abide are shenanigans based on shaky premises.  In one painful scene, John Cleese wrestles with and loses to an ottoman before falling into a mirror.  Why is this funny?  It can't be simply because Cleese is retarded because when I push retarded people into mirrors, almost no one laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line: If you're looking to spend $10 more wisely, give it to a homeless guy... in exchange for his promise to kick Steve Martin into a mirror and shout, "Der Burger!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: While going undercover as a sandwich board, the inspector accidentally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steps on a small American boy's ribs.  The boy screams out, "My ribs!  I can't breathe!"  to which the inspector replies, "Der Burger?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7926272645570758397?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7926272645570758397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7926272645570758397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7926272645570758397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7926272645570758397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-movie-reviews-21209.html' title='New Movie Reviews 2/12/09'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-339131647846347881</id><published>2009-02-08T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Sleep with Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SY9sEFowlsI/AAAAAAAACU4/Gkw8l3AW3NM/s1600-h/kid+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SY9sEFowlsI/AAAAAAAACU4/Gkw8l3AW3NM/s320/kid+book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300574103926773442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(above: Alec Greven just revealed his penis size to the ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Every few months, the press gets bored with the same old stories (war, death, unemployment) and makes a concerted effort to highlight the lighter side of life.  The most recent recipient of AP good will comes in the form of 9 year old Alex Greven, who wrote a best-selling book called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Talk to Girls&lt;/span&gt;.  The press and general public have reacted positively to Greven's simple advice such as "say hi" or "beware of pretty girls," by labeling it "ground-breaking" and "refreshing."  How a lack of experience with a topic lends credibility to the advice is baffling -- perhaps he could have been chosen as McCain's running mate instead of Palin -- but I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants had a chance to sit down with the young man and pick his brain.  He seems so in touch with women, I though I'd get some sexual technique pointers from the guru as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants&lt;/span&gt;: People seem to respond to your book on how to talk to women.  Why is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alec Greven&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know.  I think there's a lot of confusion between boys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;: True.  So, how do you bring a woman to orgasm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;: Uh, what's an orgasm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh!  It's the physical and emotional sensation experienced at the peak of sexual excitation, usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ and usually accompanied in the male by ejaculation.  So how do you satisfy a woman in bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;: I... I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;: How many times, on average, do you perform an [redacted] on a woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;: What is [redacted]?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh!  Forget it.  In your experience, do women want you to touch their [redacted] with anything in particular, like a [redacted] or a cash register?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;: (crying)  Can I please go home?  Or can you at least take your foot off my chest?  I can't breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;: No.  Answer the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point, Greven's parents barge in and shut down the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line is this: please take dating advice from someone who's actually gone all the way (or knows what that means).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome, virgin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-339131647846347881?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/339131647846347881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=339131647846347881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/339131647846347881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/339131647846347881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-sleep-with-girls.html' title='How to Sleep with Girls'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SY9sEFowlsI/AAAAAAAACU4/Gkw8l3AW3NM/s72-c/kid+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-7966991167718833784</id><published>2009-02-04T23:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:35.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Rated Post</title><content type='html'>Let's be honest: until now, I thought Free Pants readers comprised girls with crushes on me, potential in-laws (Hi mom!), special operatives hired by American Express looking to retrieve their money, and people looking for someone to give Steve Martin the business for polluting the airwaves with his incessant "Der Burger" commentary in ads promoting the release of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;.  Sometimes, all of the above.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, I was leaving out a large section of the population: creepy guys who happen upon this site accidentally while surfing the net for porn.  I installed a program called "statcounter"on the blog which provides information about the four people who visit The Pants each day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most exciting (and endearing) features is called "Recent Keyword Activity" and it displays the words people have typed into google that led them to this page.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "individual rights of pants toilet bowl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "call walter cronkite my girlfriend has her pants on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "hands in pants movies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "beware of desmond tutu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "sexy broadcast live" (of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine the profound sadness felt by these people as they clicked on Free Pants looking for dirty movies and found hilarious musings about Andy Rooney.  What's more amazing, I think, is that 90% of these people are listed as "return users" which means they were searching for porn, found Free Pants and returned for the hilarity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this point forward, I want to try to lure even more perverts to the site by typing exciting phrases into mundane blog posts.  For example, below is the MEG RYAN NANCY PELOSI JFK SEX TAPE!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome, perverts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-7966991167718833784?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/7966991167718833784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=7966991167718833784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7966991167718833784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/7966991167718833784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/x-rated-post.html' title='X-Rated Post'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-223239337057180138</id><published>2009-02-04T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:10:31.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Obama News...</title><content type='html'>Here's how major news outlets are reporting Obama's decision to limit salaries for executives of companies receiving federal bailout money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN.com: Obama Deflates Golden Parachutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoonews.com: Obama Sets Maximum Wage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxnews.com: Obama Limits Pay; Still Terrorist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-223239337057180138?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/223239337057180138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=223239337057180138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/223239337057180138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/223239337057180138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-obama-news.html' title='In Obama News...'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-362823533963377944</id><published>2009-02-02T20:01:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blame Yourself; Blame Michael Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_m8A7iI/AAAAAAAACUA/LZQoJjCN0ss/s1600-h/210px-Phelpsbeijing9kgreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_m8A7iI/AAAAAAAACUA/LZQoJjCN0ss/s320/210px-Phelpsbeijing9kgreat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716951827246626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;Pothead (pictured above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we all can agree that limits -- whether they be credit or lapdances per strip club visit -- are important; they draw a line in the sand.  I (and the nation) am willing to tolerate a lot: former Presidents who draw us into wars (which led to thousands of dead and wounded Americans), CEOs who use stimulus packages to line their own pockets, and endless iterations of Steve Martin's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt; franchise ("Der Burger!") are just a few of items we as a nation can overlook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what we cannot abide is drug use by Michael Phelps, the guy who won eight Olympic medals this year.  I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing: what an a--hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, I'm not in the minority on this one.  South Carolina sheriff Leon Lott has already announced that he will be pressing charges.  "If someone breaks the law in Richland County, we have an obligation as law enforcement to bring charges," said Lott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phelps issued an apology and even though it went against everything I (and America) stand for, I forgave him.  Thankfully, Lott is not as weak as I -- the charges press on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the news of my forgiveness spread, however, Free Pants received thousands of apologies from celebrities and activists.  In posting them here, I've decided to forgive their past transgressions as well.  One hopes (not me) Sheriff Lott will show them mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 1. Desmond Tutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjTAJ6qqFI/AAAAAAAACUg/QppGvL9vx8U/s320/200px-Archbishop-Tutu-medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716961216833618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crime&lt;/span&gt;: Used mattress tag to cover open wounds of a dying man; the man survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjTJxbBTgI/AAAAAAAACUo/AL9wAepBHcg/s320/sheriff-uniform.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298717126440340994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punishment (according to Sheriff Leon Lott)&lt;/span&gt;: "That's a federal crime.  I'd recommend 30 years in a federal prison and a fine of $50,000."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 2. Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_2xdBsI/AAAAAAAACUY/Tew0xBjBmp8/s320/225px-MotherTeresa_090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716956077917890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crime:&lt;/span&gt; replayed game 6 of 1986 World Series to dying children in Ethiopia without the expressed written consent of Major League Baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjTJ4bXL-I/AAAAAAAACUw/XQilckgpViQ/s320/sheriff-uniform.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298717128320823266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punishment (according to sheriff Leon Lott):&lt;/span&gt; "Just cause she's dead doesn't mean it isn't a crime.  I'd dig up her body and put her in a cell for 70 years.  I'd waive the fine, though. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 3. Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_7a-LUI/AAAAAAAACUI/-NdmoKMSV2g/s320/amy-winehouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716957325798722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crime:&lt;/span&gt; storing, buying, snorting, selling, eating, being made of cocaine.  Sleeping with Sheriff Lott's wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_xgDWgI/AAAAAAAACUQ/rlEBxxBKo-s/s320/sheriff-uniform.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716954662754818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punishment (according to sheriff Leon Lott)&lt;/span&gt;: "Aw, I can't be mad a her.  She's got so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;!  She probably got it from that drughead, Michael Phelps, though.  I'd sentence him to 800 years in prison."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-362823533963377944?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/362823533963377944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=362823533963377944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/362823533963377944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/362823533963377944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-blame-yourself-blame-michael.html' title='Don&apos;t Blame Yourself; Blame Michael Phelps'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SYjS_m8A7iI/AAAAAAAACUA/LZQoJjCN0ss/s72-c/210px-Phelpsbeijing9kgreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2573059117828139903</id><published>2009-01-26T23:03:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning the Layoff Lottery</title><content type='html'>People often suggest that your state of mind colors your perception of the world.  While statements like that are usually met (justifiably in a court of law) with scorn or a kick to the ribs, its sentiment can actually be taken to heart after today's national layoff extravaganza.  (What was a terrible job yesterday can now be seen as simply a gateway to porn or rent, depending on your situation). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In what reporters are dubbing "Bloody Monday," over 74,000 jobs were lost today, mostly due to the economic downturn.  According to CNN.com, companies like Texas Instruments and Home Depot laid off a combined 10,400 employees citing "weak demand and a slowing economy."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other companies, however, are being more forthright about their failures.  Free Pants received these refreshing news briefs from company spokesmen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look while applying for unemployment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SX6Q9nXXEQI/AAAAAAAACT4/Piui67qx6HI/s320/barry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295829600047665410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company&lt;/span&gt;: Sprint Nextel Corp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layoffs&lt;/span&gt;: 8,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frank S. Billium, Sales Rep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1596 Winfield Lane, Dayton, OH.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Called out sick on October 30, 2008.  Led to massive decrease in consumer demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SX6Q7Uc8QNI/AAAAAAAACTw/5QtQ7n5qWeM/s320/Smiling+elderly+woman+uid+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295829560611061970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company&lt;/span&gt;: Pfizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layoffs&lt;/span&gt;: 26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary Goland, Vice President, Research &amp;amp; Development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 martinsville Dr. New York, NY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?  &lt;/span&gt;Insisted on wearing low-cut shirts, distracting male employees and lowering productivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SX6Q7WdhSII/AAAAAAAACTo/GF9FTl-hYh4/s320/frank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295829561150359682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company:&lt;/span&gt; Caterpillar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layoffs&lt;/span&gt;: 20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck Higham, office manager.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76 Highland Ave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacramento, CA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;  Consistently "doubled up" on coffee cups.  Ordered excessive amounts of sticky pads for the "office" even though it was clear that no one in the office used sticky pads.  Led to massive budget overruns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;# 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SX6Q7X86LYI/AAAAAAAACTg/GWCEBlOnPCU/s320/elaine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295829561550450050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company&lt;/span&gt;:  Dutch Financial Group, ING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layoffs:&lt;/span&gt; 7,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margaret Smith, Temp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;968 Market Ave, apt # 57.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winthrop, MA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Had a bad attitude.  Consequently, company lost its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get back to work, slacker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-2573059117828139903?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2573059117828139903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=2573059117828139903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2573059117828139903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/2573059117828139903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/winning-layoff-lottery.html' title='Winning the Layoff Lottery'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SX6Q9nXXEQI/AAAAAAAACT4/Piui67qx6HI/s72-c/barry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-3849819491339147772</id><published>2009-01-23T23:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:36:37.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>New Movie Reviews - 1/23/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/span&gt; - 2 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/span&gt; A young couple living in a Connecticut suburb during the mid-1950s struggle to come to terms with their personal problems while trying to raise their two children.  Based on a novel by Richard Yates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants Take:&lt;/span&gt; I think we can all agree that movies based upon novels aren't very good (unless &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Force One&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 1/2 Weeks&lt;/span&gt; were celebrated novels).  Critics will place the blame on the failure of the audience to connect with an actor portraying a character they've created in their own minds.  I think it's because novels are boring and useless, except for throwing at mimes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this instance, I don't need to spend ten dollars to see the dissolution of a marriage; I can simply spend a few hours with my relatives.  That is at least more likely to produce laughs.  For some reason, movies about failed marriages are never funny.  This is a shame - I think the moment when the weight of the world crushes someone's spirit should be met with a laugh track or someone being kicked in the groin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: Special cameo appearance by Steve Martin (in character from upcoming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt; sequel).  He accidentally burns down the house killing the two children.  When questioned by police, he simply responds, "Der Burger!"  DiCaprio's and Winslet's characters can't help but laugh.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 0 out of 7 Golden Slacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis (from imdb.com):&lt;/span&gt; The story of the life of an impoverished Indian teen who becomes a contestant on the Hindi version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?", wins, and is then suspected of cheating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Pants' Take&lt;/span&gt;:  Transcript of pitch meeting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, so have you ever watched a game show and thought, "I want more time between the question and the answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Exec&lt;/span&gt;: Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Me too.  Now, what if after each question, we tell a terribly depressing story about the contestant's life that somehow ties in with the answer to the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Exec&lt;/span&gt;: Wait.  Explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: Well, let's say they ask "What's the property of a rhombus?"  Then, you show the kid in a flashback where his hands are lopped off by some crazy guy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio exec&lt;/span&gt;:  That's abhorrent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;: But then the kid runs away and uses the pages from an old math book he finds in the garbage to bandage his wounds.  One of those pages lists the properties of a rhombus.  So he answers the question and wins money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Exec:&lt;/span&gt; That's uplifting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producer:&lt;/span&gt; Yep.  Then, he sings and dances.  The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Exec&lt;/span&gt;: We have a deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexpected Scene&lt;/span&gt;: After losing the final question, the teen tries out for the Indian version of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Deal or No Deal&lt;/span&gt;.  He tells stories of why he picked cases # 2, 34, 11, and 5 in flashbacks.  Special cameo appearance by Steve Martin (in character from upcoming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt; sequel) as drug lord who makes the teen choose which of his brothers must die.  When the teen chooses, Martin replies, "Der Berger!" and kills them both.  Teen laughs.  Then, sings and dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-3849819491339147772?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/3849819491339147772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=3849819491339147772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3849819491339147772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/3849819491339147772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-movie-reviews-12309.html' title='New Movie Reviews - 1/23/09'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-1445572330347151805</id><published>2009-01-20T20:14:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Tonight; I'm Having a Big Mac Attack</title><content type='html'>I love medical studies -- they illuminate areas of our lives which previously confounded us. According to a 2006 study published in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal of Urology&lt;/span&gt;, for example, the authors assert that weight loss can improve sex.  I believe this was also published with a companion piece entitled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fat Chicks Don't Get Laid.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to this study:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Obese men who did little exercise were at 2.5 times greater risk for erectile dysfunction (ED) compared wit&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;h men who were not overweight and averaged 30 minutes of vigorous exercise a day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this study could have signaled the death knell for fattening foods, fast food chains quickly put together print ads which actually utilized the study for its own benefit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Pants received a free copy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl's Jr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Studies suggest that obesity can cause erectile dysfunction, but would you really want it any other way?  Who would you rather spend the evening with?  A burger or your wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option # 1: Wife         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SXaBkEtkf0I/AAAAAAAACTI/BO3zXTPEkvk/s320/nagging-wife-curlers.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293560868760747842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judges you for sleeping in.  You don't have a job; where do you need to be, anyway?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yells at you for feeding kids food stamps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nags you for not taking out trash/dead raccoons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option # 2: Carl's Jr. Superstar with Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SXaBf85djuI/AAAAAAAACTA/ysd4AQZQJpM/s320/cheeseburger-783859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293560797943664354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showers you with bacon and mayonnaise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinks your sweat pants compliment your body perfectly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves you despite the DUIs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So take back your manhood and choose ED over your wife.  Isn't it a relief to finally have a legitimate reason not to sleep with her?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full article: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090105/sc_livescience/weightlossimprovessex;_ylt=AgRN7bo.QQrdfUccD0.OD3TrSLYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-1445572330347151805?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1445572330347151805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=1445572330347151805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1445572330347151805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/1445572330347151805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-tonight-im-having-big-mac-attack.html' title='Not Tonight; I&apos;m Having a Big Mac Attack'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SXaBkEtkf0I/AAAAAAAACTI/BO3zXTPEkvk/s72-c/nagging-wife-curlers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-5693120550931752228</id><published>2009-01-17T19:10:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:10:22.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Sender</title><content type='html'>Obama's victory in the Presidential election has, for the moment, imbued the country with a sense of wonderment and possibility.  The mood was so hopeful that grade school students took a break from cyberbullying and sleeping with their teachers to write letters expressing their hopes or proffering advice to the President-Elect.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; Times printed the letters in an online op-ed piece yesterday.  The problem, though, was that these letters were mailed to the White House and were intercepted by Dick Cheney.  Free Pants received a copy of the original letters and the Vice President's responses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter # 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Sir Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the first things you should do as president:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Make everyone read books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Don't let teachers give kids hard homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Make a law where kids only get one page of homework per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Kids can go visit you whenever they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Make volunteer tutors get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Let the tutors do all the thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Make universities free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Make students get extra credit for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Give teachers raises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. If No. 4 is approved, let kids visit the Oval Office, but don't make it boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mireya Perez, age 8, San Francisco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response from Vice President Cheney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Mireya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for your letter, Mireya.  I'm not sure what they're teaching you in this school, but in America, we believe in Capitalism.  That means that people who work hard like CEOs or corporate lawyers are compensated (paid pesos or donkeys) more for their work than teachers or drug dealers.  So, your request about free "university" is uniformly denied -- we are not a socialist society.  Also, your request to pay volunteers is inherently flawed.  I would send you a dictionary, but you'd probably just try to sell it to pay for health insurance.  Be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- D.C."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter # 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I were President I would have fun, because I could run fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Kenja Zelaya, age 6, Los Angeles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response from Dick Cheney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Kenyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I read your note aloud to the Cabinet; we all had a good laugh.  Seriously, though, this fractured sentence and its misguided (stupid) attempt to grasp the concept of the Presidency says more for your school than any standardized test ever could.  Effective immediately, we're closing all of the schools in your district and allocating the federal money to a project more deserving:  a Christian amusement park.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you love to run, you'll have no problem running to a school in another district."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter # 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear President Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am small, quiet, smart.  I love to swim and play basketball.  My mom and dad are from the Dominican Republic.  I am going to the Dominican Republic next year.  I think you should try to change the world by building shelters for the people who live in the streets.  It's the beginning of January, and it's cold.  Good luck being the president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pamela Mejia, age 11, Boston"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response from Dick Cheney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello Pamela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for your letter.  Unfortunately, those people in the streets choose to live there.  It's always about choice -- some people choose to go to prep school, sing in a capella groups, go to business school, and become productive members of society, and others choose to take the easy way and live in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I greatly appreciate the tip on your parents' illegal immigration status.  You are a true American... in spirit.  Unfortunately, you all will be deported within the week."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter # 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear President Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you help my family to get housecleaning jobs?  I hope you will be a great president.  If I were president, I would help all nations, even Hawaii.  President Obama, I think you could help the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Chad Timsing, age 9, Los Angeles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response from Dick Cheney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Chad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.  Call 210-298-0899.  Ask for Mr. C.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.C."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full article: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/opinion/16lettersintro.html?_r=1&amp;amp;no_interstitial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-5693120550931752228?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5693120550931752228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=5693120550931752228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5693120550931752228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/5693120550931752228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/return-to-sender.html' title='Return to Sender'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-6783627968000091695</id><published>2009-01-17T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamp Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSEUBUD_8pI/AAAAAAAABnc/in65QEO3GHg/s1600-h/robertjohnson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269515051798098578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSEUBUD_8pI/AAAAAAAABnc/in65QEO3GHg/s320/robertjohnson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love America -- its three branches of government promote balance and equality. Also, its currency is the basis for many installments of those delightful &lt;em&gt;National Treasure &lt;/em&gt;movies. In another wise decision, the post office has decided to take a break from its endorsement deals exclusively with George Lucas to promote its special stamp series, which allows all advertisers to stick their hands in the pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike most stamp series, which simply feature photos of famous people -- in an effort to appeal to those individuals who think their romantic overtures or requests for the bank to delay foreclosure will be met favorably by the fact that Louis Pasteur's or Roseanne Barr's face gazes upon them -- these stamps feature iconic photographs in which potentially offensive objects have been excised. For example, in the stamp above, Robert Johnson's cigarette has been removed from the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more. Free Pants has just learned that the government is introducing yet another new stamp series which not only removes offensive material, but replaces those items with ad-based products, which will help drum up money for the failing institution. Free Pants received a free promotional copy. Enjoy, America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Johnny Cash at Folsum Prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269513949873101026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETBLEm2OI/AAAAAAAABlc/aQFJZeRVvak/s320/cash+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1: Johnny Cash at Folsum Prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sponsored by: Red Sox Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269513957702959218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETBoPZAHI/AAAAAAAABlk/SSgIkskYORQ/s320/cash+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 2: Hindenburg Explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514285075212018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETUrzBJvI/AAAAAAAABl8/NcjksXGNwpk/s320/Hindenburg+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 2: Hindenburg Explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sponsored by: Jiffy Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514282640979010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETUiuptEI/AAAAAAAABmE/Cr8lU_GJq4M/s320/Hindenburg+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 3: Life magazine photograph: Sailor Kissing Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514290224334370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETU--qhiI/AAAAAAAABmM/bPjsNIoVCMk/s320/kiss+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 3: Life Magazine photograph: Sailor Kissing Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sponsored by: Subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514286650827762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETUxqrI_I/AAAAAAAABmU/iLLAfEN-q4Q/s320/kiss+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 4: KKK Rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514566864787794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETlFi42VI/AAAAAAAABmc/HiF6Y_iDraE/s320/klan+rally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;# 4: KKK Rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sponsored by: Frank and Son's Party Supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514573481092146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSETleMVpDI/AAAAAAAABmk/-QUY6KZutVk/s320/klan+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-6783627968000091695?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6783627968000091695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=6783627968000091695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6783627968000091695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/6783627968000091695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-police.html' title='Stamp Series'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SSEUBUD_8pI/AAAAAAAABnc/in65QEO3GHg/s72-c/robertjohnson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-224655187327916162</id><published>2009-01-15T20:35:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:47.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nile -- It's a River in Egypt</title><content type='html'>I love television. It can often be the bright spot in a day filled with annoying calls from coworkers, creditors or your children asking for their typhoid medication. So I can only imagine the collective sadness felt by the nation as they turned on their televisions (to see the latest episode of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Howie Do It)&lt;/span&gt; only to find President Bush stammering through his last speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a speech it was. The only way to listen to it was with complete and utter incredulity. The way he glossed over significant missteps in foreign and domestic policy ("When challenges to our prosperity emerged, we rose to meet them!!!!!"*) makes one wonder if Bush would have walked into the bar while Jodie Foster's character was raped in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Accused&lt;/span&gt; and said, "Hey, these pool tables are great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"America's air, water, and lands are measurably cleaner." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to become embroiled in a semantics game, but that sentence calls into question several things, mainly the President's definition of "cleaner," "Measurably," "America," "air," "water," and "lands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Bush is willing to admit his mistakes... sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You may not agree with some tough decisions I have made. But I hope you agree that I was willing to make the tough decisions."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be the logic upon which new David E. Kelley legal dramas are based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You might not agree with my decision to punch you in the groin. But I hope you agree that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; punching you in the groin, your Honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that Bush thinks that because his reign is ending, he can simply wrap up the loose ends like a bad third act in a TV movie with Shannon Doherty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Iraq has gone from a brutal dictatorship and a sworn enemy of America to an Arab democracy at the heart of the Middle East and a friend of the United States."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... really? I guess the media was too busy focusing on the implosion of the economy and the death toll of American soldiers in Iraq to report it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it all makes sense. I sincerely hope that Bush decides to celebrate the success of Iraq's new democracy by moving there. I'll even stand atop an air craft carrier with my thumbs raised up while a "Mission Accomplished" banner waves in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;* Exclamation points added by the Pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872809889938198201-224655187327916162?l=pantslessinboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/feeds/224655187327916162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872809889938198201&amp;postID=224655187327916162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/224655187327916162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872809889938198201/posts/default/224655187327916162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantslessinboston.blogspot.com/2009/01/nile-its-river-in-egypt.html' title='The Nile -- It&apos;s a River in Egypt'/><author><name>Joe Piccirillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787962453334909465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/S5XGeI_yyaI/AAAAAAAACcE/eq6lQZQHzSY/S220/jp_headshot3a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872809889938198201.post-2483851447954269635</id><published>2009-01-10T20:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:16:00.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car 54, Where are You?  Right Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SWlUgnyN4tI/AAAAAAAACSY/U-e5YJFH8GA/s1600-h/art.fordwork.ford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289852156735513298" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_8PFpaeUHQ/SWlUgnyN4tI/AAAAAAAACSY/U-e5YJFH8GA/s320/art.fordwork.ford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an age we live in.  I remember a simpler time when people were excited about new car features like passenger airbags or brakes.  Idiots.  Finally, car companies are giving the people what they need: the Internet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to an article on CNN.com, automakers are gearing up to produce cars equipped with a fully functional Internet and display screen; the monitor will fit in the dashboard replacing outdated items like heating vents and speedometers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, for one, think this is a splendid idea and spent several minutes thinking of all the new ways to use the technology provided to us by automakers/God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please read this while you're driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fun things to do with the Internet while driving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Watch porn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Find yourself in Wikipedia by looking up "douchebag."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Don't honk your horn at the driver ahead of you; IM him a sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. In emergencies, find the fastest route to nearby
