<?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-5075967</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:38:05.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animate-Ted</title><subtitle type='html'>A detailed look into the animated life of Ted Biaselli</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-111333063085215534</id><published>2005-04-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:30:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's furiously funny, feverishly feminist, and fleetingly flabby... Margaret Cho played the Wiltern in Los Angeles' Korea Town this past Friday and Saturday night to huge crowds of gays and Asians. She was on her game!  I laughed my ass off.  She was hilarious and biting in her political commentary, a nice mix from her recent past shows. Now, I've seen Miss Cho perform every time she's here in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/111333063085215534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/111333063085215534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111333063085215534' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-110608874451887163</id><published>2005-01-18T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:52:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surreal adj.- Having an oddly dreamlike quality.  Well that was certainly my weekend.  You see... for a while I have become, as my roommate Mandel, describes it,  "The Sacheen Littlefeather" of Disney.  Since accepting my new position here, I have been asked to go and accept awards given on behalf of the many different guilds and associations of various causes.  These evenings usually involve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110608874451887163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110608874451887163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110608874451887163' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-110366023028821820</id><published>2004-12-21T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T12:17:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   So the year comes full circle. And we celebrated our third annual "Ted Larry and Mandel's Holiday Special." This year, unlike in the past, our special came pre-recorded and light up the living room with the warm glow of television specials past. The special started with a vintage commercial for Sunkist juice boxes, followed by the announcement that Archie Bunker's Place would not be seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110366023028821820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110366023028821820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110366023028821820' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-110194356491960515</id><published>2004-12-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:26:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If there truly is such a thing as hollywood royalty... I bowed in her graces last night.  Disney has never been shy with their premier celebrations.  From decking out a real active aircraft carrier for the premier of Pearl Harbor, to closing Disneyland for the premiere of Pirates of the Carribbean... Disney knows how to toot their own horn.   Last night, in honor of the 40th anniversary of Mary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110194356491960515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/110194356491960515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110194356491960515' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-109961968456073247</id><published>2004-11-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:54:44.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ted TriesChristie is always saying... "Ted gets things because he tries." I think she says it lovingly, but sometimes it sounds like it's deprecating. But it's Christie. So who cares?! ;-) About a month ago we went to an event at the LA Gay and Lesbian center called the Mis Match Game. One of the delightful stagings from Dennis Hensley. The event is played like the classic TV show, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/109961968456073247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/109961968456073247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109961968456073247' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-109951296559980202</id><published>2004-11-03T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:16:05.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleak HorizonI've always considered myself a concerned citizen. Political? Probably not. But definitely concerned. When W. Was elected in 2000, I felt it expected. Clinton had pulled the liberal pendulum to the left, and the law of gravity would dictate that pendulum to naturally swing just as far to the right on it's initial release before it will eventually remain still in the center. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/109951296559980202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/109951296559980202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109951296559980202' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-106555877481011216</id><published>2003-10-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T17:23:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"That's What Friends Are For"I have not had five minutes to update in over a month.  So I'm making it a priority today to write an intriguing update of a months worth of events.... and keep it short enough not to bore anyone.I guess formost is the update on my animated series.  The day before labor day, I get a call from someone in the Disney legal department informing me that my projects had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106555877481011216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106555877481011216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555877481011216' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-106306930233712317</id><published>2003-09-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:01:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday He-Man!   On Monday, September 6th, 1983, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe aired on WTVI Channel 29 in Philadelphia PA.  I was 8 years old. Thanks for 20 years of the Most Powerful Man in the Universe!!!  "In todays episode we learned about Love... a very special kind of Love..."            ~Orko</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106306930233712317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106306930233712317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306930233712317' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-106192315721882495</id><published>2003-08-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:39:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esteem BathSo... when someone says they have no self esteem… what does that mean?  The dictionary defines esteem as “to set a high value on: regard highly and prize accordingly.”  But what do we compare to when setting that value, the merit of others?  Growing up an only child, and the only male in a neighborhood full of girls, I was dotted on and praised left and right.  I excelled at school, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106192315721882495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106192315721882495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192315721882495' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-106020957919726117</id><published>2003-08-06T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T16:22:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It Burrrrrns Us"  Ok... so after winning my dough on the Weakest Link... I spent a good chunk of that zapping away the unsightly hair on the top of my shoulders and upper arms.   Because... well... it's GROSS!   But, dear lord... nothing could have prepared me for the pain.  I described at taking a ten gauge needle and jabbing it into each and every pore. Over and over again.  The smell of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106020957919726117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106020957919726117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106020957919726117' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-106012102423626029</id><published>2003-08-05T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T16:22:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Waiting for a Change of Heart"Ok... so something occurred to me.  This so called daily journal has become less of me celebrating the moments of my celestial Seasonings life, and more into monthly orations about movies and ideas.  I don't know if that's a good thing or not.  But I'd spend time writing, re-writing, checking my spelling, punctuation and grammar... and I realized... I'm missing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106012102423626029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/106012102423626029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106012102423626029' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-105926238322495692</id><published>2003-07-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:50:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Last Geek on the Totem Pole     So this time last week, I (and millions of other sci-fi, horror, fantasy, action, animation freaks) descended upon the unsuspecting hamlet of San Diego California for the annual International Comic Con.  This is the biggest gathering of Industry, Independent creators, fans, and dealers who all love the comic genre.  If you’re picturing thousands of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105926238322495692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105926238322495692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926238322495692' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-105889184260615498</id><published>2003-07-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T09:38:15.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>***PLEASE NOTE: This was originally posted on 7/11 but somehow deleted***YO HO HO!  ( A Spoiler–free review)    Ok... when a movie like this comes along… one I can’t stop talking about… I kind of want to herd all my friends into a theater and make them watch it immediately.  Walt Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean is one of the best things to come out of the mouse house in YEARS.  It is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105889184260615498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105889184260615498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889184260615498' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-105761800414339157</id><published>2003-07-07T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T15:46:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once Upon A Time, There Were Three Little Girls.  Few things on this planet bring straight men and gay men together.  A good martini is probably one of them, Cher is possibly another, and then… there’s Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle.  From the get go, CAFT is an action packed T &amp; A extravaganza with lush sets, fabulous costumes and musical numbers, Peter Allen would be jealous of!  When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105761800414339157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105761800414339157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105761800414339157' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-105667652607220173</id><published>2003-06-26T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T18:22:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's My Party...     Twenty eight years ago, almost 6 months away from Christmas, an amazing gift was bestowed upon a woman named Gerri, and her husband named Ed.  Yes... a tiny bundle of joy... that they so unimaginatively named... Edward.   The birth of this angelic creature also fell upon the couple's 6th wedding anniversary, and they woman's 25th birthday.  A day we all lovingly refer to as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105667652607220173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/105667652607220173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667652607220173' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-95472835</id><published>2003-06-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T11:03:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All The World's A Stage   If ever the CIA needed proof of the existence of a "Gay Mafia" they need look no further than Radio City Music Hall last night.  As the 57th Annual Tony Awards sauntered through CBS's airwaves, I was caught up in a gay typhoon of emotions.  The opening sequence interviewing New Yorkers for their opinions struck a nerve.  I remember fondly hopping a hound early in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/95472835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/95472835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95472835' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-95344866</id><published>2003-06-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T15:01:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Swirling Pool of Agitation"  So this week has slowly been bringing more and more nerve wracking thoughts into my head.  It's no secret that I'm not a flag waving, rainbow wearing, Streisand singing, Pride-marching homo. In fact, I'm kind of the opposite.  But I do get angry and offended when people assume that I'm not pro-gay.  I don't know if anyone's heard about the Family Policy Network's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/95344866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/95344866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95344866' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-94716009</id><published>2003-05-21T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T19:30:13.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This BITES!     It really doesn't take much to make me cry. Dumbo's mom cradling him,  CC Bloom singing to Hillary Whitney on her death bed, Daniel LaRusso getting back on his feet for that final kick to win the karate tournament... I'm usually sobbing like a kitten.  So when last night's Buffy finale failed to pull tear-one from me.. I kinda felt a bit let down.  I didn't even well up over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/94716009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/94716009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94716009' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-94507890</id><published>2003-05-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T12:18:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Matrix Regurgitated"  Is there a Spoon? Is there a Computer? Did I know I was just going to type that?  Am I typing? Do I know what I'm going to type next?  YES I DO!!!  Ok… so the Matrix Reloaded was released with great anticipation Thursday May 15th.  And while the lines of obese, single, sci-fi geeks waited in line for midnight showings around the country... most of us slept.  Did we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/94507890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/94507890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94507890' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-93952709</id><published>2003-05-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:25:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divine Madness  Last night was my third year participating in Disney's Minnie's Moonlit Madness park-wide scavenger hunt.  If you're not familiar with Moonlit Madness (and really... why would you be?) it is an annual event held in the Anaheim parks, after dark, wherein teams of 4 (2 cast members - 2 "regular people") traverse the terrain (tied together) to decipher clues and perform physical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93952709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93952709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93952709' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-93754145</id><published>2003-05-04T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T11:17:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X-Cellent!  So the first BIG movie "event" of the summer was released Friday... The Lizzie McGuire Movie!  Just kidding, though I suppose for some tweens, that could be the movie they've been waiting for.  But for me, Larry, Mandel, Mike and Christopher, and a gazillion other people in Hollywood... it was X2- X-Men United (as Fox is insisting it should be called).  As most of you know bedtime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93754145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93754145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93754145' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-93607563</id><published>2003-05-01T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T12:15:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell it to the Marines!   What the hell is happening!?!??!  There is not one, NOT ONE  Good reason that Joshua Gracin is still a contender for the title of American Idol.  Tuesday night's show was probably one of the BEST episodes of this season.  Why?  Because Kimberly Locke was soulful and commanding, because Ruben was playful and passionate, because Clay was endearing and sensitive, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93607563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93607563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93607563' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-93503752</id><published>2003-04-29T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:14:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahoy Mayties!  Ok.. so I'm still getting the hang of this whole blog thing.  I started two other entries, one on the 14th and one on the 21st... and decided to comeback later.  However, I didn't know that I had to Post the entry.  I thought the program would save my text. Unfortunately it did not.  So all the humor regarding my parents arrival in California, the dog being bitten by a spider, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93503752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/93503752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93503752' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-92179261</id><published>2003-04-07T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:15:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O-69!  "Dinner for two... sauce on the side!"  Yes that began my weekend.  On Thursday night, Me, Larry, Mandel, Nathan, Matthew, Jess, Ken, and Mike ventured to West Hollywood for nothing less than GAY BINGO!  you heard me right... BINGO was modified by the adjective... GAY!  What constitutes "Gay Bingo" you might ask?  Well for one... having your balls pulled by a middle aged Drag Queen named</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/92179261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/92179261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92179261' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91874142</id><published>2003-04-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:15:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I Never! Seriously... I've Never been "not-invited" somewhere.  I consider myself to be quite the affable, fun-loving, congenial fella who is friends with everyone... and who's everyone’s friend.  SO WHY THE HELL DID I GET UN-INVITED to a gathering thrown by an "assumed" friend?!??!  Lemmie explain. Last year, a friend of a friend threw a city wide scavenger hunt across the greater Los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91874142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91874142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91874142' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91441483</id><published>2003-03-26T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T15:37:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God... if ever there was ever an amazing night for Television to grant me an emotional roller coaster.. Tuesday March 25th  was it.  Let us take the events as they happened one by one...8:00PM/7:00PMc  American Idol  So as a religious follower of the "Stridex Amateur Hour" (thanks Gary), I have to say last night was a dud.  When they decided to theme the show "Country/Rock”, instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91441483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91441483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91441483' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91307746</id><published>2003-03-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T15:19:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    The Oscars are best viewed (much like a bunch of big greasy guys watching the Super bowl) when accompanied by a bevy of witty homos!  I mean.. nobody really cares who wins... do they?  I mean by this point we all know that these are the "good" movies of the year.  Is Nicole really that much better than Renee?  Or were they just two wonderfully different performances equal in merit?   But the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91307746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91307746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91307746' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91235363</id><published>2003-03-23T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T11:33:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    In the quintessential idea of what TV Land is all about, I caught the TV Land Awards this morning in a re-run.  I missed the initial broadcast... and boy am I sorry I did!  As a true TV fanatic, it was amazing to see so many television icons in one place... and upright!  Some of the categories were hysterical, and the nominees were quite accurate... like Best Musical Guest Star on a Sitcom...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91235363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91235363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91235363' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91139386</id><published>2003-03-21T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T11:36:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Shaqenau has started. As I work this morning with the TV on behind me... I listen to this term with perplexity and intrigue. Is it some Middle Eastern festival that our military force is interrupting? Is it a river on which our troops are entering from. Is it a Muslim holiday? No. maybe if I actually looked at the TV I would see it's the "Shock and Awe" attack that has now leveled Baghdad and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91139386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91139386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91139386' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91077992</id><published>2003-03-20T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T12:18:43.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  So.. it has begun.  I never thought I'd ever experience a war. Maybe I'm truly naive... but I believed it would have been averted at the last minute.  I also have a weird thing with my country always being right.  Now.. I'm not so sure.  I don't know if what we're doing is right.  I don't know if this is an honest campaign, or one fueled by a vendetta.  But I know that regardless.. I don't want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91077992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91077992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91077992' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075967.post-91008835</id><published>2003-03-19T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:19:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow... I finally have a BLOG!!!  Wooo to the Hooooo!   So this being my first entry and all... I've decided to forgo the American Idol chatter... the war protests, the Buffy laments... and just go right to the good news.  Yesterday, I dropped off the deposit for my parents new apartment! Yes.. My parents are making the trans-continental move from the cold, bleak, gray skyscrapers of Philadelphia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91008835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075967/posts/default/91008835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animate-ted.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91008835' title=''/><author><name>Ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609944579940349753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
