<?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-27814256</id><updated>2011-04-29T17:32:16.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Librarian</title><subtitle type='html'>Librarian.  Cat Lover.  Clay Aiken Fan (among many others).  Life is good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-116537001766110015</id><published>2006-12-05T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:40:41.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Schmoopie Christmas Tale</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was sad.  Her grandson was tragically killed in an automobile accident – way before his time.  This kind of thing can make anyone cry…but when it happens in your own family, it becomes a consuming grief that is incredibly hard to shake.  In this instance, the lady was so sad and upset that she informed friends of hers that she was not going to see her favorite singer in concert.  She had been looking forward to seeing a concert with the singer for many months, but even this singer could not get this woman out of her funk.  Finally, her son convinced her that she should attend the show…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer started his Christmas concert tour.  It really did not begin well for him.  He found out that it was snowing, and hard, at the location of the first concert, and he was going to have to cut his birthday celebration short to get to the venue.  He had been looking forward to spending his birthday in his new home with family and friends; instead, he was whisked away, and finally arrived at his first “home away from home” for a month – a day earlier than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the opening show, it continued to snow, but many, many, many fans attended, and the show was not cancelled.  Our lady friend, however, was not at this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer gave his all during the entire show…but toward the end, he started to struggle.  Fans in the audience noticed, and became a bit concerned.  He kept trying, however…giving his heart, but at a key moment, during his encore, his voice faltered.  The audience tried their best to send him love and appreciation by giving him a standing ovation…even while their hearts were probably breaking at the sound of his voice at that moment.  The singer left the stage, and many of the fans were stunned.  How could he continue the tour if his voice was giving out already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour went on, and the singer traveled to the next venue.  The fans congregated on that cold night, excited and yet a bit worried.  The concert started, and everything sounded incredible to the audience.  The singer sang with incredible passion and fire.  He left the stage before the encore, and the tension in the room rose slightly.  The fans knew what was coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer appeared…and this is what he did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVZb1opZMQY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVZb1opZMQY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her seat, the lady who suffered the tragedy of losing her grandson listened for the first time ever to the song.  She cried, and smiled.  And for a few moments, all really was well in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convergence of the triumph of the singer and the lifting of the burden of a heavy heart from a special lady for a few minutes is something I will always remember.  I truly believe that God is with those who ask for help in their lives.  In this instance, God provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jojoct&lt;/span&gt; for taking the incredible video, preserving a memory for all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/All+Is+Well" rel="tag"&gt;All Is Well&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814256-116537001766110015?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/116537001766110015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=116537001766110015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/116537001766110015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/116537001766110015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/12/schmoopie-christmas-tale.html' title='A Schmoopie Christmas Tale'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-115507879651799186</id><published>2006-08-08T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:50:27.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay Aiken Reads!</title><content type='html'>Nothing like starting a blog, and then basically forgetting about it for over 2 months…    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m calling June 2006 my “lost” month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew I’d be gone for the first two weeks, due to a trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I had a fantastic time, and we are definitely planning to go again in our lifetimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really should have written up my experiences immediately after the trip (more on that in a moment), but suffice it to say, the people were friendly, the food was good (I got hooked on Irish Breakfast Tea with milk), and the scenery was fantastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am posting here two of my favorite pictures from the trip…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/DSC00970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/DSC00970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is Kylemore Abbey.  I think we took a postcard picture with this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/DSC01271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/DSC01271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took this one in Clonmel.  The amazing thing about this one is that it was 8:00 p.m., and there were at least 2 more hours of daylight ahead of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you're interested in seeing our entire album of pictures (and there are over 200, yikes!), go &lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, for the reason why I didn’t get my &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; trip memories on paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our last few days in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, my husband caught a cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He managed to make it home, but felt terrible for several days after our return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so hoping that I would be able to avoid it, but of course, I was wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worst.Cold.Ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I managed to spend one day at work, and then didn’t do a full day of work for the next two weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt so terrible for a few days I couldn’t even eat, my throat was so sore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, after several visits to doctors, several prescriptions (I am now in LOVE with cough syrup with codeine), and a lot of attempting to sleep, I got over the thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To fully shake this cold, though, it was almost 5 weeks after getting back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those Irish bugs are killer!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;July was spent doing three things:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;catching up (both at work and at home), visiting my mother (who ended up back in the hospital during the month – she’s doing better now, but in a nursing home at this point), and waiting for news from Clay Aiken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every one of these things was frustrating in their own way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, since my Clay Aiken fandom is really a hobby, I just said “OK, it will happen when it happens…”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;…which was in August!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;OK, that’s out of my system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*g*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Last week the long awaited press release appeared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I could say a bunch about the track list (which I might later) and the reaction by the fans to it (which I probably won’t), what seemed to make the most news in the fandom was the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG, the picture.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then, I noticed where this picture was taken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(OK, it took me a few hours…*g*)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s standing next to books in a library.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Total shoutout to me and all the librarians in the fandom, I just know it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon, the word spread – Clay Aiken was in the library!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;OK, that’s out of my system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*g*&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Before I go further, a bit of background.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The American Library Association created a poster in 1985 with Bill Cosby holding a book, and the simple word “Read”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From that, a phenomenon in the library world was born – the celebrity READ poster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More history of these posters can be read &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/pio/factsheets/alacelebrity.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the current catalog of posters can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.alastore.ala.org/SiteSolution.taf?_sn=catalog&amp;_pn=sub_category&amp;amp;_op=44"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, one of my favorite READ posters is no longer available, the one with Harrison Ford.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That poster was on my wall at work for ages!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, anyway…a friend of mine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty897X&lt;/span&gt;, is both a Clay Aiken fan and a librarian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s also very, no extremely, skilled in the use of Photoshop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she noticed the picture of Clay was taken in a library (which was honestly about the same time I did, heh), she started to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before too long, I received an email from her with this:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/read2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/read2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh Lord and Taylor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Swoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Note his holding a copy of “The Kite Runner.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, so it takes a while to notice it (because it’s hard to get away from his lethal gaze) but it is there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought that was an inspired touch.  (BTW, I finally did read “The Kite Runner,” for those familiar with one of my earlier blogs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incredible book, and I cried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I did.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now all I’ve got to do is send this to the American Library Association and see if they would be interested in creating this poster…for real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Ireland" rel="tag"&gt;Ireland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Sickness" rel="tag"&gt;Sickness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/American+Library+Association" rel="tag"&gt;American Library Association&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Read+posters" rel="tag"&gt;Read posters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814256-115507879651799186?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/115507879651799186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=115507879651799186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/115507879651799186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/115507879651799186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/08/clay-aiken-reads.html' title='Clay Aiken Reads!'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Ireland%202006/th_DSC00970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114930071807114130</id><published>2006-06-02T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:56:14.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair again -- but funnier...maybe</title><content type='html'>This will be my last blog for a few weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I are leaving for our first international trip ever!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband works for a college, and the chorale director there arranges every 4 years for a big tour for the college chorale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year, he arranged for a trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I, knowing that we couldn’t pass up the opportunity, are accompanying 20 college kids in order to tour the Emerald Isle!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an exciting time for me, if a bit nervewracking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I said, I’ve never left the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; before, so I’m nervous and excited all at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I arrive back and have settled into a routine again, I will blog about the adventures (with pictures!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How I’ll work Clay Aiken into that, I’m not sure yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*g*  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of that Clay guy…I’m not normally a shallow person in regards to Clay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really do love the whole person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, these past few days have simply been all about the HAIR.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sheesh, even my last blog was about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I thought I would continue the theme with what I consider two of his “hair blunders.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, really – I do love the man, with my whole heart, and neither of these bothered me so much that I complained publicly (and would never do so either).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I will say that both times, it was very interesting watching the discussion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/fauxhawk_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/fauxhawk_1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, there was what is now lovingly (heh) called the “fauxhawk.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man, the outrage on the boards was LOUD during that Christmas season, when he appeared looking like…well…that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My opinion:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he knew he looked silly, but just didn’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a matter of fact, the look on his face tells me he’s in on the joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this time, I have to thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invisible926&lt;/span&gt; for the wallpaper she made of that picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But even before the “fauxhawk” – there was a concert appearance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember fondly seeing the clack of this particular song at this particular concert, and giggling my way through it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is “Open Arms,” sung by Kelly Clarkson and Clay Aiken at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Worcester&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on March 8, 2004.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZee9WBeVAM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZee9WBeVAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The videographer of this clip, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SecretlyLovesClay&lt;/span&gt;, reminded me that the previous night’s show had Kelly in a wig during their duet, and this might have been Clay’s retaliation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other theory was that he had just finished getting a massage, and the stage crew decided to NOT tell him about his hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter how you slice it, though…he looked pretty goofy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sang like a charm that night, though – as he does every night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can tell right now that this blog cannot be Clay’s favorite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, it has “cat” in the title (and Clay's hatred of cats versus my love for them will be in a future blog, as well as a continuation of my fangirl life).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’ve included a clip of potentially one of his most embarrassing hair moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope I’m not on any lists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Ireland" rel="tag"&gt;Ireland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Hair" rel="tag"&gt;Hair&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/27814256-114930071807114130?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114930071807114130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114930071807114130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114930071807114130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114930071807114130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-again-but-funniermaybe.html' title='Hair again -- but funnier...maybe'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/th_fauxhawk_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114909007190190857</id><published>2006-05-31T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:05:00.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chameleon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.miriamwebster.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?va=chameleon"&gt;The definition of &lt;em&gt;chameleon&lt;/em&gt; From Merriam-Webster Online:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : any of a family (Chamaeleontidae) of chiefly arboreal Old World lizards with prehensile tail, independently movable eyeballs, and unusual ability to change the color of the skin&lt;br /&gt;2 a : a person given to often expedient or facile change in ideas or character &lt;strong&gt;b : one that is subject to quick or frequent change especially in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this wallpaper, created by the person who coordinates &lt;a href="http://www.meerkatchitchat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meerkat Chitchat&lt;/a&gt; (Click on the picture to get the full view):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/faveclayelanaiam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/faveclayelanaiam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I saved this one in March 2005 – the most current picture in it seems to be from the BAF benefit in Hawaii. It’s mind boggling to me to see these changes in Clay Aiken’s appearance, all in one photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/Vermont50sbyneverstopaiken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/Vermont50sbyneverstopaiken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the Jukebox Tour, photo by neverstopaiken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the Joyful Noise 2005 Tour, photo by Farouche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images were the images that were freshest in many-a-mind, both fan and non-fan. The spikes and color were identifiable as CLAY. His hair became his trademark, and it was discussed forever on message boards. Especially when it seemed to change every other day…just like a chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, a few weeks ago, this guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/retirementpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 455px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/retirementpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appeared. Whoa. That’s some long hair dude. However, most of the fans wrote this look off as “he’s not playing the celebrity here.” Almost everyone figured that when Clay would come back into the public eye, the trademark would return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So -- when this gu...man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/highrescap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/highrescap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made his grand entrance on the American Idol finale to surprise his biggest fan…I truly believe there was a collective gasp across the nation. So much so, that a new catchphrase was born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT’S CLAY AIKEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What has been fascinating to me is that it took the diehard fans aback as much as the people who only remember him from AI. I myself knew he changes his appearance all the time, and yet I was stunned to see the man with the confidence and the HAIR. The combination turned out to be lethal for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, I’m going to continue to watch this chameleon. You know why? Artquest wrote this the other day on the message board I most frequently haunt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wrapping is different, but the gift is the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen, Professor artquest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For another look at a different and truly wonderful feature of Clay Aiken, visit &lt;a href="http://southern-born-and-bred.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Southern Girl’s Guide to Almost Anything.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&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/27814256-114909007190190857?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114909007190190857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114909007190190857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114909007190190857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114909007190190857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/chameleon.html' title='Chameleon'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/th_faveclayelanaiam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114853000966583498</id><published>2006-05-24T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:58:34.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/400/image0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what a star who is in charge looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Claysmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/400/Claysmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what a star who is in charge and extremely happy looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction to Clay Aiken being on American Idol this evening is simply this: what a man. It showed he has a sense of humor, and isn't afraid of ANYTHING. Also, I've mentioned this time and time again...he's a chameleon. He's constantly surprising. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's someone else who is thinking the same way I do...&lt;a href="http://idle-wandering.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idle Wandering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you clack cappers. You've made me very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&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/27814256-114853000966583498?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114853000966583498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114853000966583498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114853000966583498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114853000966583498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh what a night...'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114816191521290954</id><published>2006-05-20T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:42:46.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being a Fangirl...</title><content type='html'>I have a theory that being a fan is in someone’s DNA.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I base this theory totally on my life, for I’ve been a fangirl practically since I was born.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At age &lt;i&gt;mumblemumblemumble&lt;/i&gt;, I’m still a fangirl.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Clay Aiken, eat your heart out.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*g*) &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sta&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Glen%20Campbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/200/Glen%20Campbell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rted when I was 4 years old.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t ask me why, but I became a fan of Glen Campbell.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was during the phase of his having a TV variety show every week.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;According to my Mom, I was hooked, and thought he was cuuuuuuuute.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never missed an episode. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looking back now, I understand his musical talent (my husband enlightened me to the fact many years after my fandom waned that he was important to the legend of the Beach Boys), but what was I thinking on his looks?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, now that most people seem to know him more like this --&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/glenn-campbell-mugshot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/200/glenn-campbell-mugshot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…well, that makes me REALLY shudder.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My next fandom happened soon after…Davy Jones.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gosh, he was even my height!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also discovered at that time how much I loved British accents.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Monkees, as a whole, were funny to me.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only later (during the reruns in the 1980’s on MTV) did I realize how adult their humor really was.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And of course, since I was 4, I didn’t really care that they were a “created” group.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the way, I managed to see the Monkees during that 1980’s tour.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That started a second-phase fandom for me during that time frame.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does that give you an idea of how much of a fangirl I can be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is one of their best songs, “&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pleasant&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Sunday.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Davy’s the one who thinks he’s playing the bass guitar.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*g*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b7GnTD7Q1U"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b7GnTD7Q1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I saw David Cassidy. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boy, I was hooked on him.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had all the Partridge Family albums, and I think I wore out the grooves on a few of them.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I was taking piano lessons at the time, I even had a few of their albums in sheet music format.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(My Mom wasn’t happy about that, but she lear&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/David%20Cassidy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/200/David%20Cassidy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ned to deal.)&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I distinctly remember one day, when my Mom and Dad dropped me off at the local drugstore.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I spent a lot of my time there every week pouring over the latest issues of &lt;i&gt;16 &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Tiger Beat&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That day, though, a new magazine caught my eye – &lt;i&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OMG, there’s David!!!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And he’s NAKED!!!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I remember the day my hormones kicked into overdrive.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll notice a similarity to most of these so far.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Musicians, but on TV.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me, it really&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Tony%20Orlando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/320/Tony%20Orlando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was a “double your pleasure, double your fun” kind of thing.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I appreciated watching these guys on a regular basis, but also having the LP there to listen at different times of the day.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my next ones fits the same pattern – Tony Orlando.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think, in his case, I was really attracted to the fact that he looked so different from anyone I had ever seen before.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Growing up in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Midwest&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I wasn’t used to tall, dark, ethnic types.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, his sense of humor came through on his variety show, and I found that very attractive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Randolph%20Mantooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/320/Randolph%20Mantooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my patterns in my fandom started changing a bit.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I discovered Randolph Mantooth, from “Emergency!” fame.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whooo, he was hawt.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I faithfully watched that show every week, and had posters on the walls for months, if not years.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since then, I’ve always been partial to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Parker%20Stevenson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/200/Parker%20Stevenson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EMT’s.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*g*&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another one who didn’t fit the pattern was Parker Stevenson.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had, in my opinion, the best blue eyes of anyone I had ever seen.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I still remember fondly watching “The Hardy Boys.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a battle to get the TV away from my Dad, but I managed more often than not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;December 1975.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My brother and his new wife present me for Christmas with an album – The Bay City Rollers.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dear Lord in heaven, that one album started a good 4 years of fangirly-ness in me.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was obsessed, thoroughly obsessed.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I even had a jumpsuit with plaid cuffs on the bottom of the legs.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And yes, the kids in high school picked on me.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(When Clay wrote about being picked on in &lt;i&gt;Learning to Sing&lt;/i&gt;, I understood.)&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eh, I suppose it made me tougher in the long run.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My favorite was Les, the lead singer.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was my one “bad boy” that I really liked.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty sure he smoked, drank, and probably bedded every girl he could during that time frame.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t care…he was dweemy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Bay City Rollers were also my first concert experience.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was at the Illinois State Fair in 1977, and talk about mania!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was a race track between the stage and the seating, and I remember girls climbing the fence and running across the track to get to the guys.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Two years ago I saw Clay at the same venue – but they allowed fans on the track.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one rushed the stage then, thank God.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s surreal to think that I’m experiencing that same mania, albeit with totally different performers, at different stages in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are the Rollers, circa 1977, with a cover of Dusty Springfield’s “I Only Want to Be With You.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXKxgS3P5ng"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXKxgS3P5ng" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think at this point…I’m going to make this a “part one of two.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, my life as a fangirl needs to be split in two because there’s more, MANY more guys to come.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m hopeless, aren’t I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Fandom" rel="tag"&gt;Fandom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/glen+campbell" rel="tag"&gt;Glen Campbell&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/monkees" rel="tag"&gt;Monkees&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/davy+jones" rel="tag"&gt;Davy Jones&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/david+cassidy" rel="tag"&gt;David Cassidy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tony+orlando" rel="tag"&gt;Tony Orlando&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/randolph+mantooth" rel="tag"&gt;Randolph Mantooth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/parker+stevenson" rel="tag"&gt;Parker Stevenson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/bay+city+rollers" rel="tag"&gt;Bay City Rollers&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/27814256-114816191521290954?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114816191521290954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114816191521290954' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114816191521290954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114816191521290954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-being-fangirl.html' title='On Being a Fangirl...'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114771343559286109</id><published>2006-05-15T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:12:28.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musings on a weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/race_cure_crowd_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/race_cure_crowd_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a busy weekend, and I had a lot of conflicting emotions throughout. It started early Saturday morning, with our local Race for the Cure. This is an annual race in support of finding a cure for breast cancer. Our area hosts one of the largest Races in the nation, and this year was no exception. It is exhilarating to be part of over 20,000 men and women (mostly women – they only made our version co-ed a year ago) walking and running for a common cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this portion of the day also interesting is this – it was terrible weather. Usually at this time of the year, it is approximately 50 degrees or so in the morning, and warms up as the day goes on. That day, it was 40 degrees, no sun, and drizzle. Never got any warmer, either. I wore jeans, a turtleneck, my race shirt, and a jacket over the top. Plus, I had on gloves and my trusty Clay Aiken bucket hat. I think that hat kept me warmer than anything else I had on. Anyway, it is so cool to see so many people come out for this, even if the weather would make most people stay in bed and throw their covers over their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Race, my husband (who walked with me!) and I went technology toy shopping. This…was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has never really complained all that much about me being a Clay Aiken fan. Why? Because a side effect of this fandom is that I know a heck of a lot more about technology and computers. Before my fandom hit full throttle, I had never burned a music CD, considered buying a digital camera, or even thought about using Instant Messaging. But now, I can understand what my husband is talking about when he mentions “transcoding” or “compressing a video file” or other technology talk. I really should send Clay a thank you note for that. *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he and I looked at external hard drives. We both need them. I already have two, and now am looking at a third. With all the clack (Clay video clips, which to fans are addictive as crack, hence the name) out there, and the potential for more to come…heh. We also looked a cable signal booster. My husband and I both have video capture cards in our computers, and the TV reception was getting a bit fuzzy. Voila! Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting one, though, was my husband ASKING to look for a video camera. Now, I’ve been thinking of getting one for a few years, in order to capture clack at concerts. But I hadn’t asked, because I knew we just bought a regular digital camera which has captured some pretty darn good video. (Someday, I’ll link to a few…) So, imagine my surprise when my husband decides to get one! EEEEEEEEE! We don’t have it yet, and he is doing research at the moment…but soon. Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I visited my Mom. She recently fell and broke a bone in her leg, and she is now recuperating in a nursing home. She is also 85 years old. Since her fall, I’ve been visiting her every weekend (a 3 hour trip each way). What I’ve discovered since these visits is the hard realization – I have to mother my own mother. This is incredibly difficult for me, for a couple of reasons. First of all, I don’t have kids of my own (just our adorable kitties), so being a mother is a foreign concept to me. But, more importantly, it’s just hard watching someone who has been your rock for so many years need so much help. It’s so sad for me to feel this way, watching her like this, and having to do basic things for her (such as giving her sips of water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day when Clay’s “I Will Carry You” helped an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of the pjstar.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Race+for+the+Cure" rel="tag"&gt;Race for the Cure&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/technology" rel="tag"&gt;Technology&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mothers" rel="tag"&gt;Mothers&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/27814256-114771343559286109?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114771343559286109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114771343559286109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114771343559286109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114771343559286109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-musings-on-weekend.html' title='Random musings on a weekend...'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ldyjocelyn/Blog%20pictures/th_race_cure_crowd_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114730586399644547</id><published>2006-05-10T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:01:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/1600/Booksigning%20cuteness.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5910/2935/320/Booksigning%20cuteness.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite author of the moment.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a reader.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know…I’m a librarian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All librarians are readers, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I read – but not voraciously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me tell you a story…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was growing up, I watched TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why or how it happened, but I managed to become the poster child of the TV generation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But – get this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the process, I learned to read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted, at first, most of the words were “Pow!,” “Ooof!,” and “Boom!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my Mom was reading the newspaper, and I was sitting on the floor in front of her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of playing, as most 4-year-olds are wont to do, I was babbling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, my mother figured out that I was reading the back of the newspaper to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this have to do with me not being a reader?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, once my Mom figured out I COULD read, she tried to get me to read everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, not everything…just what SHE wanted me to read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore I had to read things like “Little Women.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hated it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was being force-fed books which held no interest for me, and it actually turned me off the process of reading books.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I do read books – just not as many as most people think a librarian would.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yes, I know lots of librarians who read everything in sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nancy Pearl is a great example, and I’ve been honored to meet her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you ever see &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1570613818/sr=1-1/qid=1147304917/ref=sr_1_1/002-4457932-8701616?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Book Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1570614350/ref=pd_bxgy_img_b/002-4457932-8701616?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;More Book Lust&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; pick them up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These titles are great for those people who searching for a suggested book.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I reading at the moment?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite humorist, Dave Barry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His latest book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400047587/qid=1147305063/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-4457932-8701616?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Dave Barry's Money Secrets: Like: Why is There a Giant Eyeball on the Dollar?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; is laugh-out-loud funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I think every word that he writes is laugh-out-loud funny.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also got waiting for me the latest book by Al Franken entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0525949062/qid=1147305168/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-4457932-8701616?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth (With Jokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This man is smart…and is also not afraid to pull punches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He makes me laugh and cry at the same time.  On the other hand, I don't think George W. Bush will be inviting him to dinner at the White House any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there’s &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1594480001/qid=1147305266/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-4457932-8701616?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clay Aiken suggested the book in his Official Fan Club Blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I’m a sheep for almost anything Clay suggests, I interlibrary loaned it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I could have bought it, but why?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I work at a library.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*g*)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The copy is sitting by my bed…and I think I’m afraid to open it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From what I’ve heard about it, both from Clay and other people who’ve read it, I’m scared I’ll get way too emotionally involved in this story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m just not sure if I’m ready to read a highly charged piece of fiction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll get to it by the end of summer though.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I a bad librarian?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or just one that would rather spend time on the computer?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, don’t answer that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/al+franken" rel="tag"&gt;Al Franken&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/dave+barry" rel="tag"&gt;Dave Barry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nancy+pearl" rel="tag"&gt;Nancy Pearl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kite+runner" rel="tag"&gt;The Kite Runner&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/27814256-114730586399644547?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114730586399644547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114730586399644547' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114730586399644547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114730586399644547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-im-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814256.post-114719152742295080</id><published>2006-05-09T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:03:44.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Cat Librarian</title><content type='html'>First of all, no, I don't catalog cats for a living. However, I am a librarian, and I love cats. I also love to spend time on the computer, talking to friends on message boards about Clay Aiken. Hmmm...I guess you could say I love him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here is my blog. My goal is to provide cool links about cats, Clay Aiken, librarianship and information literacy, and anything else that tickles my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Technorati tags:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/clay+aiken" rel="tag"&gt;Clay Aiken&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/27814256-114719152742295080?l=catlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/114719152742295080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814256&amp;postID=114719152742295080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114719152742295080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814256/posts/default/114719152742295080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catlibrarian.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome-to-cat-librarian.html' title='Welcome to the Cat Librarian'/><author><name>ladyjocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708001468603825886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
