<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766</id><updated>2009-10-13T23:37:20.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sean-oconnor.net</title><subtitle type='html'>Sean O'Connor is a NY based stand-up comedian who runs a show every Tuesday Night at the PIT (People's Improv Theater) @ 8 PM called Here's The Thing (heresthethingcomedy.com). His lifelong dream is to kill a walrus' mustache.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-8781344458767976123</id><published>2007-10-05T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:21:47.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tour!</title><content type='html'>I'm on tour. I enjoy touring. Tora, Tora, Tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Washington, DC, a city that's free-falling (hopefully, into the ocean.) We performed at a place called DC-9 which was this really cool rock club who's main objective was to not promote our show for us because we didn't promote our show, either. Thus, our problem. We showed up there knowing we knew 3 people between us. Those 3 people came and left happy. But other people showed up on a whim so the show wasn't a complete waste of time. We had about twenty people there which was perfect because that's how many we needed so that the place made money and we did not. We hit that mark so hard they didn't give us money. I love that about them. I hope to perform in DC in the Spring at the same venue or some place smaller. No preference, I just enjoyed myself a ton there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Rutgers University. Let me let you in on a secret. Colleges pay tremendously. (when you go through the school) We got caught up in a weird thing with a student and our show bounced around from location to location from definite money to door deal to last night's "PLEASE TIP THE COMICS". The show turned out to be an amazing show. Everyone did great. Jacqueline Novak appeared on both shows with us and we love her dearly. Last night, Jamie Kilstein also did a guest spot and he was great. So far so good. We have one more show tonight and then it's Ithaca College on Monday for guarenteed money! Exciting much? I am excited to be able to afford laughter. I haven't smiled or laughed in two days, can not afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-8781344458767976123?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8781344458767976123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=8781344458767976123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8781344458767976123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8781344458767976123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/10/tour.html' title='tour!'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7299874547499603464</id><published>2007-04-05T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:02:53.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS OF AMERICA</title><content type='html'>I wrote a screenplay when I was 12 years old. I really thought it was good, when I was 12 years old. Apparently you realize how awful of a 12 year old writer you are right about now. I was just googling my name for hours. Like always and I stumbled upon this little bad boy, that I FORGOT I WROTE! So I didn't edit this at all, this is how I wrote it. No edits. This is raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean O'Connor's Kids of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Sean O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene opens to a Basketball court in the middle of a DriveWay. You&lt;br /&gt;see one kid who is just passing the ball and one that's shooting. Then&lt;br /&gt;steps in another who picks up the ball.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hey Dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Yo Duder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Dudes, Stop it with the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny:No Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Dude. Dude, Dude stop it dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Narly Dude. But don't you think it would be cool if we ever&lt;br /&gt;made it into Pro Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No. Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Didn't you ever want to be in Sports Dude??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Yes, Yes, a long long time ago. When I was a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Ok Dude. I'm gonna be like um... there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: If Garbage and Hootie And The Blowfish mixed together they&lt;br /&gt;would be Hootie's Garbage is BloWFISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Otay. So is this what all normal kid's do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Well Dude, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Of Course, were actually some of the smartest kids though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;show's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene changes to a park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Waz up Homeys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Shut Up Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Did you know toast is hot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Too Be or not To Be.. Thereforth a Fair Maide who stands there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Where for my dout Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: If my name began with a J I would be Jenny. Also if i was&lt;br /&gt;purple I would be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth:I got a 139 IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I got #1 IQ. I'm #1. I'm #1. Kenny RUlez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Kenny Rulez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Hey Seth wanna go to a Movie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Would I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: That's what I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Your all morons. You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Super Dee Duper. Hey Hey My Fabuloso Peoples. I'm Buff, I'm The&lt;br /&gt;Stuff, and Hey What's my line again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Everybody's a Suspect. I Spy The Friendly Skies, In order to&lt;br /&gt;have some pie. In the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Don't Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I.. I.. Fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Amber would you go out with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Um... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Lika Lika Lika OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Ouchie ouchie Tamagootchie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy:Woodstock Baby!! 3 Days of Mad Cool Rock and Roll and Shagadelic&lt;br /&gt;VIbes Baby Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: You guys are stupid did you know that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Stupid Is as Stupid Does Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Pyschos. Losers. Pure Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Exactly, Exactly my point. Now that you 2 morons are occupied&lt;br /&gt;how about we have a fiesta tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Huh? &lt;staring&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: The square root of 44 is 11 equaled into the isosles of a&lt;br /&gt;square that turns into a angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Like um.. no. Like as if Kenny. Kenny you are such a moron like Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hehe she said Az if. Alright Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: You really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Did you notice all of the people staring at us we've been&lt;br /&gt;sitting here talk for like ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;people&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Like Hey, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Howdy Ho Tiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Get away from ME Creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hey Sup Dude??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: I am not a Dude. Do I look like a Dude I think not loser boy&lt;br /&gt;get away from me. LOSER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Hey Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Hey Seth. How can you hang with these dopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I am not a DRUG!! Leave me alone. I am Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I am Superman. Up Up and Away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: It's a Bird, It's a Plan It's Super DUDE Man. DUDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: I don't know I really don't know why I hang with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Seth because me and you are buddys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Budday. Budday. Budday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Budday Budday Stop It Budday. Are you my Budday Budday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Budday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: ENOUGHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Ahhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: &lt;murmurs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Show Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: You know Amber, like we are going to taht party tonight. And&lt;br /&gt;we must pick up Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Like For Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: &lt;cartman&gt; Yo Yo You Will All Respect My Authoriti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: &lt;looks&gt; Ok. Feeling all right, Stop&lt;br /&gt;taking so much Prozak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Party Party, Did somebody say Party?? And how come I didn't&lt;br /&gt;hear about this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Because you weren't invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny &amp; Randy: PLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;SSEEEEEEE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Ice Ice Baby Do Do Dood Do Do Do. Now Check It Spin It while my&lt;br /&gt;DJ Recalls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: You Got The Right Stuff Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany &amp; Amber: NEVER!! Oh like alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;scene&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Randy &amp;amp; Kenny was moonwalking through the crowds of people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Kenny &amp; Randy quit making fools of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: That's what they do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: Like Hi Tiffy and Amber. Hi Seth. What are they doing here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: X-Files Episode 209.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No Definetly 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: No it's the one where the Alien comes down to earth and kidnaps&lt;br /&gt;Gillian Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No. I'm right on this one it's 101. When David Duchovney&lt;br /&gt;realizes he's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Good Point. Shall we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Sup Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Not your fly. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Sup Joey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Nothin Homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Step away. Are you Wyclef??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: What's my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiCi: TO Get The &lt;beep&gt; Out of my House you Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: YEA. Hear that language honey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIrl: Do I know you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then get away from me upchuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: &lt;laughing&gt; Love that name. Call me it again honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: CALL 911 THIS PERV Won't Leave ME ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I know You Wanna Get With ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: Talk to the Hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: Oh My Gawd. I can't believe these creeps. KLenny &amp;amp; Randy gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I don't gotta go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: She thinks she's an animal. I love this Game. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I know your a Chicken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No Stupid I'm a Dog. MOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Right Chickens go Rough Rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Hey Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: Like Hey Seth. You gotta get rid of those imbusles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: No can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Seth is looking FINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Amber is Looking FINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey I think that she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: That's a card board cut-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: DIBS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: I am going to ask that guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie: Hey Hey CHick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: What's up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie: Wanna dance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Yea with that Cute Guy over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shows&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Hey Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: This is a Bunch of Tree Huggin Hippy Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Randy sup??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I hate School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Randy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No your not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;randy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Stop Ouch. That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Haha. Loser. It's all MINE ALL MINE. Right Seth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;randy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: HiYa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Like you are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Like you are like cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Hey Kenny remember when you puked 4th Grade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Remember when I kicked your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: How about now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: FIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Hehe COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I've never seen this side of you Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: I think he's drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: He definetly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Could be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: HOME RUN!!! He's drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Geeze, I liked him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Hey guys don't you hate De Ja Vu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Hey guys don't you hate De Ja Vu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Like so like what's up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jack&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny:Ummmmmm This taffy smells wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shows&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey I got an idea for a movie. "A girl mom dies, and she gets sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: GET AWAY FROM ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny :Points in the air: DUDE THAT COULD WIN AN OSCAR! Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey CIci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: Step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Please like I just need to know where the bathroom is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici: That's it get OUT OF MY PARTY!! YOU AND KENNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:People all staring at them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: We Know What Your Thinking. Were not gonna do what we all think&lt;br /&gt;were gonna do. FLIPPPPP OUT MAAAAN!!! :Going nuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Now Who's Coming with US?? &lt;looking&gt; WHO'S COMING WITH&lt;br /&gt;US?? C'mon Who is COming With Us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Some girl rasies her hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Thank You Whatever Your name Is? Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Like Would you go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: NOPE I'm A Homo A BIG ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Ewww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY: WHO ELSE IS COMING WITH US??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Some gay guy raises his hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: You don't qualify Gay Guy. WHo Else Is COming With Us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:They all start partying again.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Talk about your all time biggest backfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I feel unwanted :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Where's Seth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Don't know don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: He went to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: The Dark Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Wanna go home and go on America online??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Sure why not? I hear that Bigbuns11 is in Teen Chat 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Oh Yea Sweet buns!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Bill Clinton called Monica Lewinsky that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Dude that's not in the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hmmm that's intresting. I gotta do WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Yea it is. Oh No that's when I get a......... Arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: And yea and that's when I got Lay's Potato Chips You Can't Just Eat One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: That's a good chip &lt;wink.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;amber&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: You guys haven't left yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: We don't have any money or transportation and a Monkey stole my Pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: The monkey ain't going near dese babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: That's because your wereing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Randy I'll get you pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Man I felt the pretty breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AmbeR: Sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hurling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AmbeR: Disgusting both of you. Better clean up your acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: We take Showers. At least one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: That can not be proven in a court of law. My Dawg, Yea that's&lt;br /&gt;it crawled all over these shorts. Yea that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tiffany&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Welcome to Jurassic Park, Tiffany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Welcome to my Foot in your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tiffany&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tiffany&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: MY NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Dork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: She kicked us in the JUNK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: When are they gonna learn that girls rule??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: (British Accent) Girl Power!! Spice Girls. I am so Sporty!! Emma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: (In British Accent) I am too Posh. Girl Power fight for your&lt;br /&gt;liberal rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: They are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: No were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I didn't spend 7 Years in Kindergarten because I WAS STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Kenny you didn't spend 7 years in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Shut up Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Why don't we go get those hot guys in there to dance with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Do you have to mention in there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Can we go IN THERE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Don't care. One day oh yes I will meet Jim Breuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: You ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;all&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Look who it is? It's SETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hey Trader. Oops I mean Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Good one. &lt;they&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: I was just chillen inside for a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: OK Busta Ryhmes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Seth you hate us right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: No why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Just felt like saying WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: I outtie Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Party scene ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shows&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: What's wrong with Randy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Randy's X-Files Calender Surprisingly Disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Oh Man good thing I got mine all nice and snuggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Have you seen Seth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Not since the parrrrrrrrrrtaaaaaaaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I saw him leave in a STRAAAAAAAANGE Black Van. Never saw it&lt;br /&gt;before. And I think he has my calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Hmmmm..... Let's try to look for him. Ahhh he's probaly sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: What was the emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Jack what's with the PJ's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Hey I didn't come here to get made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Jack, Why don't you go home to get changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Jack starts running.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jack&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Roy, Kenny and Randy run over to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hehe Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Jack you alright? That seemed like it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Mommy I don't wanna go to school I didn't do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Duh!! He tells his mom he doesn't do his homework he's a bad liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Shut Up Dude. He might have broken a nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Dude I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Phone rings.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: I'm not interupting anything am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Randy umm.. it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Umm.. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: Do you know who this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Umm.. Could it be Lamb Chop? You finally returned my letters&lt;br /&gt;and stuff. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: We got your friend. He'll be dead in less then 48 Hours&lt;br /&gt;if you don't give us the Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: What Card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: YOUR Ken Griffey Jr. Rookie Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Roy you take it. :Crying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Listen up, Dork. Don't threaten my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Oooooowwwwwwww!! He's got me. Give him all he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: Meet me at the Beach at 12. In 48 Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Amber, Tiffany, and CiCi walk over.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: What happened to Randy? He is like in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: They want my Ken Griffey Jr. Rookie Card. Who cares about Seth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Where's Seth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: He's been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: We gotta find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:FLashes over to The Evil Doctor's Lair.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: Haha I knew it would work. Now I would get the Card. And I&lt;br /&gt;can sell it for 1 billion dollars. Hahaha. Seth why aren't you touchin&lt;br /&gt;your food. It's only Macaroni and RATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Dude let me go and I'll get you a Griffey Rookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: I don't want yours. I want. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: You don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: So. I want money. Money money. I love money. And Seth you&lt;br /&gt;will attract alot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Flashes back to the park.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIffany: *69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Hello is like Seth there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: Yes he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I want Seth back you dirty little......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Mr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: My name Holden. Holden McGroin and you call me Mr. I&lt;br /&gt;didn't spend 7 Years in Medical School to be called Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Sorry, I just wanted to know. Can we give you money for you to&lt;br /&gt;release Seth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Let me talk to Holden McGroin. Hahahahahahahahaahahahahahahha&lt;wbr&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: Oh if it isn't the Next Sherlock Holmes Roy Zario. Roy I&lt;br /&gt;am familiar with your work. Like the time you found out I blew up the&lt;br /&gt;whole darn City. Roy for only 13 Years old you are smart. But this ia&lt;br /&gt;my smartest move yet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Listen up Holden. I hate you and you hate me. But I know Seth we&lt;br /&gt;are cousins. I am not gonna let you take him away. Now I will give you&lt;br /&gt;300 dollers for him back. Now you better do it or your dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: Ok see you there. Loser. DISTANT Cousins Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Flashes to Labratory.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: I am getting 300 Buckaroonis because i kidnapped you. I&lt;br /&gt;can't belive it. This is so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: You'll never get away with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Flashes to a Street.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: I love you, you love me. Where a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: Come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Voice: You like Candy? Then come on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Joey goes in.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.McGroin: Geeze that was as easy as Pammmmmmmmmmmm in the oven that&lt;br /&gt;is so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Flashes back to Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I wonder where Seth can be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;you&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Hey Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP&lt;wbr&gt;P MEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: YEEEEEEEES TEA IS GOOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: That Seth. Well I think we could find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Seth we'll find in 48 Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I don't wanna wait a whole Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber: You guys are stupid arant cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy:That's what everybody says. But with all due respect miss, I'm&lt;br /&gt;not the one crying over Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Red Head Right ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: It's Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I got a concussion and 2 Broken Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: I love ribs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7299874547499603464?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7299874547499603464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7299874547499603464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7299874547499603464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7299874547499603464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-of-america.html' title='KIDS OF AMERICA'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-9166303952024065120</id><published>2007-03-25T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:36:55.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i haven't blogged in a month</title><content type='html'>i think i am back in the blog game. i took a month off to start writing jokes again, and it worked! sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-9166303952024065120?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/9166303952024065120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=9166303952024065120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/9166303952024065120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/9166303952024065120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-blogged-in-month.html' title='i haven&apos;t blogged in a month'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-6595762993199448585</id><published>2007-02-26T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:13:09.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: GABY HOFFMAN</title><content type='html'>So. I am going on a mission and it starts tonight. I need to find Gaby Hoffman. You may remember her from Field of Dreams, or Now &amp;amp; Then. But I remember her for how she stole my heart. Help me find her and you're reward will be rubies and/or diamonds. I just want her to know I exist as well as maybe appear in millions of short films, I make. But don't worry about that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-6595762993199448585?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6595762993199448585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=6595762993199448585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6595762993199448585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6595762993199448585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/wanted-gaby-hoffman.html' title='WANTED: GABY HOFFMAN'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3475850355896728781</id><published>2007-02-25T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:02:27.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tune-age</title><content type='html'>I am very un-hip, or uncool. Whichever you'd prefer.&lt;br /&gt;But here's my 5 favorite songs of the moment..maybe the moment, maybe the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE FAVE SONGS OF NOW? I think it's this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) The Arcade Fire - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep The Car Running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modest Mouse-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Some Loud Thunder &lt;/span&gt;(The song. I don't like the album, but I love, love, love the song.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) The Klaxons - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlantis to Interzone &lt;/span&gt;(it's bringing back rave culture.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) TIE : Beirut - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Tokyo Police Club - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature of Experiment &lt;/span&gt;(not from this year but it's pretty rad                                                                 and tad.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3475850355896728781?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3475850355896728781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3475850355896728781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3475850355896728781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3475850355896728781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/tune-age.html' title='tune-age'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-6073676105004079448</id><published>2007-02-21T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:43:58.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spam mail</title><content type='html'>today in my gmail box my spam reached 911. i have decided any other mail that gets added to that will be deleted to also go back to 911. so i will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-6073676105004079448?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6073676105004079448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=6073676105004079448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6073676105004079448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6073676105004079448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/spam-mail.html' title='spam mail'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7595004305138720496</id><published>2007-02-17T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:14:42.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GHOST RIDER</title><content type='html'>Let's get crazy in here and celebrate all of the Razzies that Ghost Rider is bound to win. I hope they sweep them. This could be the worst movie ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7595004305138720496?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7595004305138720496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7595004305138720496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7595004305138720496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7595004305138720496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-rider.html' title='GHOST RIDER'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-8316175422881162500</id><published>2007-02-15T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:55:13.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Albums to Kiss To.</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts ago, I posted something about Bloc Party and I stated it's a good album to kiss to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of knuckleheads decided to post comments about what are other albums to kiss to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my definitive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALBUMS TO KISS TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Sean O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Albums to Kiss Someone You Love To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -The Smiths - The Queen is Dead ::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Seriously, why? Because if you love the person you're with. You can kiss to any album. This one especially. I enjoy kissing to this album mostly because the music is very whimsical. I think a good song to feel someone up to is 'Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Islands - Return To The Sea ::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;This album is sooooooo much fun. This album is very innocent so you'll be staying around the kissing and not move to other bases. Unless you're smooth and your name is like "Always Closes The Deal" Rick but then you don't even need an album to kiss a girl to because you'll close the deal regardless. The album goes from rocking, to cute, to rocking and cute. It also sounds like water recorded it. I like music like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Love- Forever Changes ::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a truly romantic album. Listening to this is like living inside a Valentine's decoration or just a real heart. It's pretty gross but at the same time, it has things going into that you can't understand. (I.E. arteries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2) ALBUMS TO KISS PEOPLE YOU DON'T LOVE TO&lt;br /&gt;Any Coldplay Album :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, gross. I hate coldplay. But who likes it? Girls I want to make out with but don't have anything in common with. They will be like "OH, you like Coldplay? That means you're really sensitive." Then they realize I'm a good kisser and I put on the Flaming Lips' 'Soft Bulletin' and they immediately regret kissing me. But still kiss me because I'm a good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis Costello - My Aim Is True :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly, I love this album. It's one of my top 10 albums of all-time. But I don't know what it is about this album. But it makes me want to just kiss people but not really enjoy myself. I'm either like this album is so friggen good, thank god this making out isn't getting in the way or I'm like woah, this making out is good and so is this album.....do I love this girl? and then the girl asks "WHO IS THIS? IT SOUNDS LIKE GERMANY." And I'm like "What?" and she goes "WHAT'S GERMANY?" And I say "It's a country, you said it first." And she says "OHHHH! RIGHT! I hate germany because I'm from Spain." Then I tell her, I'm allergic to spanish people and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part 1 of a 3 part series of kissing to music. Next part is about kissing puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-8316175422881162500?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8316175422881162500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=8316175422881162500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8316175422881162500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8316175422881162500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/albums-to-kiss-to.html' title='Albums to Kiss To.'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-6855574379203857960</id><published>2007-02-12T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:03:04.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding Ticket</title><content type='html'>I got a speeding ticket around Christmas in the always beautiful Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey. You see, I had been in a fight with my girlfriend and things were looking bleek. I was so sad that I started to cry. As soon as I realized that I was crying, I began to speed. The reason. I figured if you're going fast enough no one will see you cry. Well...I was wrong because no matter how fast you're going people can still see your car. Especially cops. Known for being able to decipher blurs. So.... I got pulled over and got a ticket and I paid that said ticket and to get no points it cost me...$439.00. The town of Atlantic Highlands, zinged me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-6855574379203857960?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6855574379203857960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=6855574379203857960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6855574379203857960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/6855574379203857960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/speeding-ticket.html' title='Speeding Ticket'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-8039574339706129509</id><published>2007-02-11T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:02:39.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Weirdness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's feel weird. I feel weird about everything lately. I've been hating everrrrything lately. Like anything you mention. I've hated it. I like music a little bit. But I hate everything else. Okay. Okay. I like pizza a lot of a bit. But I hate everything else. Pizza, music. Nothing else. Okay. I like the new Sarah Silverman show. But I hate everything else. This is going to go on for about 2800 more paragraphs til finally it just says okay I like everything I mentioned, but I hate people who are different from me. By that, I just mean people who can't accept other people. I hate those people. I hate people who aren't tolerant. I think that's okay to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, this guy found my myspace and decided to tell me how stupid my comedy was. He thought it was really stupid and unfunny. But on his myspace in his hobbies he said he was "Anti-Racism" but I think that if you have to say you are anti-racism than you are racist. Saying you're anti-racism is like a little girl saying she's pro-pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh-city, USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-8039574339706129509?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8039574339706129509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=8039574339706129509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8039574339706129509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8039574339706129509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7352450197424324066</id><published>2007-02-10T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:25:44.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get Visitors To Your Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Get Visitors To Your Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;America. A place full of blogs. Everyone has one (me included.) But did you know my blog gets over 4 billion visitors a day. It's true. My blog is incredibly popular in asian countries. It's the truth. I figured out why. When my poorly written blog is translated into an asian language, it becomes one of the most intelligent things to ever be put on the internet. When my writing is translated into an asian language I can be mentioned in the same breathe as Hemingway or Wilde. But not Murakami, since he wrote in an asian language there was no translating needed. That's just one of the ways to get more visitors to your blog. Here's some of my tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said lieing is bad, must not have a blog. Lieing is such a good way to get people to visit your blog. Like say for instance you wanted to get people to read your super awesome review of that Def Leppard concert you went to, but you have no readers. Do this. Post a post saying you found unreleased Neutral Milk Hotel tracks in a hotel room safe. Then post mp3's of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: But Sean. I don't have unreleased Neutral Milk Hotel tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. Just make them.  Buy some glass and then break it while you're recording yourself off-key singing. People will think. "Woah, this is super indie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Shouldn't I just post live tracks of them playing songs that actually exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why no one wants to read your shitty blog. You aren't creative enough. A Neutral Milk Hotel super-fan would know that the live song is an actual real song that they already have 5 different recordings of. If you break glass and sing off-key about Anne Frank. They will believe it because Jeff Mangum is notorious for doing field recordings. I don't know what field recordings are but it probably involves breaking glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Well, what if they don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you reel them in. Post your best writings directly under the fake mp3's. So when people are killing time while it's being downloaded, they have no choice but to read the posts below. They'll be like. "Wow! This guy has a really interesting take on sneaker shopping. Let me bookmark this and I'll read some more tomorrow. Woah, this song is super indie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's option 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Comment on More Popular Blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is commonly referred to as being friendly. But everyone knows there is no real friends in the blog world. Everyone is competition. There are only a few jobs writing for the MTV blog. Do you want it or do you want your friend Pete's Head Full of Thoughts to get it? YOU WANT IT! So just find a post on a more popular blog's blog and post in the comments "That is so true." It will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: What if it's not something you can say "It's True" to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. It will be. Even if it's just a thing that says "Man, It's a Sunday." Just say "That is so true." BECAUSE IT IS! Just agree. Don't you know how to make friends? Even if you don't agree...AGREE! He's the 15th most popular blogger in New York. The most BLOGGY state in the world, nevermind AMERICA. You want to be on his blogroll. Just pretend to agree and then post a blog on yours that says..."Just kidding, I don't think black people suck." It will clear your conscience because the guy with the 15th most popular blog in New York, does not have time to read your very unpopular blog. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Naked Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one I haven't tried, but you should. Post naked pictures of celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: How do I get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is two ways.&lt;br /&gt;        A) Steal them from another website. If you do this, make sure not to give credit. You're a                 blogger. You're too cool to be humble.&lt;br /&gt;        B) Make your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: I don't know celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to know celebrities to make celebrity porn. Ever hear of fake celebrity porn? It's pretty popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           STEP 1: Download an illegal copy of Photo Shop Pro.&lt;br /&gt;            STEP 2: Get some non-naked photos of celebrities. (May I suggest Lindsay Lohan or                                    Scarlett Johannsen)&lt;br /&gt;            STEP 3: Get naked pictures of non-celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;            STEP 4: Combine the first 3 steps.&lt;br /&gt;            STEP 5: Publish blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: I'm not good at Photo Shop Pro, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be. People who look at fake celebrity porn aren't looking for accuracy. They are looking for fake celebrity porn and how do you know Lindsay Lohan's very tan face with sunglasses walking into a party, isn't completely nude with her body turned a weird way and gigantic un-tanned breasts hanging out with a different background. HOW DO YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows those are the only ways to get people to read your blog. If you have another idea, you don't have a popular blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7352450197424324066?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7352450197424324066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7352450197424324066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7352450197424324066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7352450197424324066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-get-visitors-to-your-blog.html' title='How To Get Visitors To Your Blog'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3199876915386300943</id><published>2007-02-09T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:33:50.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>butts.</title><content type='html'>Today was February 9, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/9/07. Add those up. That's right 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rc0Sqk_x6pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bd6s1-IygEk/s1600-h/number_twenty_three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rc0Sqk_x6pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bd6s1-IygEk/s320/number_twenty_three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029696881537706642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the movie the Number 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the plot for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man (Carrey) becomes obsessed with a book that appears to be based on his life but ends with a murder that has yet to happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! Sounds awfully familiar.&lt;br /&gt;But what was that other movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rc0TmE_x6qI/AAAAAAAAABE/yuy-_j8AvbI/s1600-h/B000LXH0AE.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rc0TmE_x6qI/AAAAAAAAABE/yuy-_j8AvbI/s320/B000LXH0AE.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029697903739923106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's this movie about? Funny I should stumble upon this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plot is: An IRS auditor suddenly finds himself the subject of narration only he can hear: narration that begins to affect his entire life, from his work, to his love-interest, to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK! THAT SOUNDS FAMILIAR! Wait, but Will Ferrell has a lot of experience in comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Sean then realized that so did Jim Carrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I just heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sean was hearing voices more and more it's because he was to be killed in the next 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no.. I can't be killed. Who's speaking? I was just talking about the coincidences about The Number 23 and Stranger Than Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He didn't realize the irony of his blog about the two aforementioned movies because he was stuck in the same vortex they were. There was nothing he could do to change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if I didn't see The Number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't think that would help him live but he shouldn't see it because it's made by Joel Schumacher. His arch-nemesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not my arch-nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had no clue he would die by the hands of the man who created Batman and Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wait. Wait. Wait. I would not even be near Joel Schumacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! My phone is ringing. This is too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR WHO'S WRITING A BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY LIFE IN SOME WAY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was his manager, the manager that hadn't been calling him back over the past two weeks. This was peculiar to Sean. Sean had felt like he fell out of his managers favor as of late.  His manager explained to him that he had an audition to appear in the Joel Schumacher's horror film "Town Creek." Sean was delighted but then the blood in his veins because to turn cold as he dropped his phone in terror. He knew what this could mean for his career but he also had been hearing a voice that had been telling him to avoid all Joel Schumacher films. He fainted then awoke and walked over to his computer. Never telling his manager 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The weirdest fucking thing just happened. I got asked to audition to be in the new Joel Schumacher film. I'm torn. I don't know what I should do. But I can tell you, I won't be seeing the Number 23 because this idea is shitty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3199876915386300943?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3199876915386300943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3199876915386300943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3199876915386300943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3199876915386300943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/butts.html' title='butts.'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rc0Sqk_x6pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bd6s1-IygEk/s72-c/number_twenty_three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-5159575901686696334</id><published>2007-02-08T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:51:51.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOC PARTY IS BACK</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew how to make MP3's available for download. But the new Bloc Party album is a fun album to kiss too. I haven't done it yet. But I will. Anyway, here's the the single's video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheck-it-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0wcnKOfsu0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0wcnKOfsu0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every video I've posted has been from someone from the UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-5159575901686696334?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5159575901686696334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=5159575901686696334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/5159575901686696334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/5159575901686696334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloc-party-is-back.html' title='BLOC PARTY IS BACK'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3068750859889097509</id><published>2007-02-08T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:22:26.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith, We Hardly Knew Ye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rcu1mU_x6oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iaqn9Wamhac/s1600-h/287257645CE7416E2248FC205D4E5E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029313078965168770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rcu1mU_x6oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iaqn9Wamhac/s320/287257645CE7416E2248FC205D4E5E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna Nicole Smith, we hardly knew ye.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I know nothing about you other than your awesome performance in Naked Gun 33 1/3 or that soft-core pornographic film you financed with your inherited millions. Oh, you also wrote and directed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is crazy! You. Anna Nicole Smith, wrote and directed, produced and starred in a film. That's crazy! And now you're gone. For serious I know I am going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your long blonde hair,&lt;br /&gt;your very wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;The vacant look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and that crazy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;How I'll miss those.&lt;br /&gt;The chubby days,&lt;br /&gt;the drugged out gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those boobs.&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;A walking punchline&lt;br /&gt;now a tragic figure.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness takes control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost's immortal poem--- "Anna Nicole Smith will be a person" - 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the day she dies you can look at her naked pictures without feeling like a creep. Tomorrow? That's another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3068750859889097509?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3068750859889097509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3068750859889097509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3068750859889097509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3068750859889097509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-nicole-smith-we-hardly-knew-ye.html' title='Anna Nicole Smith, We Hardly Knew Ye...'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/Rcu1mU_x6oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iaqn9Wamhac/s72-c/287257645CE7416E2248FC205D4E5E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3268282429469331754</id><published>2007-02-07T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:22:27.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>The sadness begun tonight. It was the first Here's The Thing at the PIT. It made me feel terrible. So terrible that I considered punching myself in the face (beat) a lot. It was horrible. Sad Sad Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, puppies are adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3268282429469331754?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3268282429469331754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3268282429469331754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3268282429469331754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3268282429469331754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7909089953999436982</id><published>2007-02-05T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:17:21.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Klaxons</title><content type='html'>Besides Lily Allen right now, I am digging the Klaxons. They are crazy good and you can tell this because they do lots of drugs. Which of course makes bands better than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufMPWeaj5J8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufMPWeaj5J8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you heard it here first. I'm going to quit comedy and join the counter culture that is raving. See ya in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got raves, only because everyone I knew who went to raves were creeps. Who wants to go to a place that's full of creeps? Not me. At least, not me then. Me now wants too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So if anyone has any raves invite me. invite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7909089953999436982?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7909089953999436982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7909089953999436982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7909089953999436982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7909089953999436982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/klaxons.html' title='The Klaxons'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-8454661950216908730</id><published>2007-02-05T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:48:37.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfie</title><content type='html'>This is the video for the new Lily Allen video. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3SRM6V30B4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3SRM6V30B4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-8454661950216908730?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8454661950216908730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=8454661950216908730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8454661950216908730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/8454661950216908730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/alfie.html' title='Alfie'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-2019045229417823583</id><published>2007-02-05T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:34:56.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hype or Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been hype or is it Buzz? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now for whatever reason Here's The Thing is getting a lot of press attention from different things and it feels weird because I ind of feel like we don't deserve all of it. Just a little bit of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gothamist.com/archives/2007/02/02/sean_oconnor_ni.php#more"&gt;http://www.gothamist.com/archives/2007/02/02/sean_oconnor_ni.php#more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are fielding all of these gigantic magazine's requests to come to the show. That's weird. I feel weird about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like buzz or hype. I get behind artists that have it. Like for the past two months I've been enamored with Lily Allen. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/RcbN3I-YbTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kLNo8izpAJc/s1600-h/joopz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027932381191367986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/RcbN3I-YbTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kLNo8izpAJc/s320/joopz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just because of her sly looks but also because I enjoy her music as well as being a crazy anglo-phile. I kind of want people to find my obsession with all things British to be a bit much. But no one even realizes it. I should not like England as much as I do because of the fact I'm Irish. But I've decided to let everything slide. Sorryzzzz. It's all because of Lily Allen. I think she might be the key to that strife. Maybez? I hope so. As I type this I'm looking at the picture of her and she's clearly drunk and I'm okay with that. She seems like maybe she'd be fun to be around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LILY ALLEN: Play 'DREAMING' by Blondie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME (Sean O'Connor): I just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LILY ALLEN: Play it again, and I'll blow you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I play it and she doesn't blow me. But we laugh about the idea of it. It was really funny. You don't expect that out of future pop sensations or current. I think it might be current. She's getting praise from everyone but my girlfriend. With good reason. I'm just hoping she succeeds with this career or should I root against her? That might be a good idea cause if she failed and I succeed it would be different. Cause she would have lived my experience already and vice versa. However, my failures were very miniscule and not like an epic failure of my entire career. But let's not root against her because what if she does fail and then we meet and then she realizes I had a blog and like SHE REALLY LIKES ME, so she reads all the back blogs. Then she reads this and goes "Woah, he cursed me." I know, I know. I really think like this. I'm just too awesome for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last but not least, check out if the hype is well deserved or not on Tuesday February 6th @ The PIT. Tickets on Sale Now @ thepit-nyc.com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/RcbP7Y-YbUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5E5jBiUm2wU/s1600-h/2007_02_HTT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027934653229067586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/RcbP7Y-YbUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5E5jBiUm2wU/s320/2007_02_HTT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-2019045229417823583?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2019045229417823583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=2019045229417823583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/2019045229417823583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/2019045229417823583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/hype-or-buzz.html' title='Hype or Buzz'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bE7wFaOxrpM/RcbN3I-YbTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kLNo8izpAJc/s72-c/joopz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-2244804438035329896</id><published>2007-02-04T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:24:26.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Factory Girl</title><content type='html'>I went to the movies and saw "Factory Girl" and I had kind of a lot of fun. I felt like I liked the movie because I thought it was pretty well acted. Mostly Guy Pearce as Andy Warhol and Sienna Miller as Edie Sedgwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fun all started to happen when Hayden Christiansen walked on screen as "FOLK SINGER" (aka Bob Dylan.) Now here's where it got fun. When you are supposed to be portraying Bob Dylan and you can't use Bob Dylan's name, you should probably not use his voice.  Especially when you can't do his voice. I was having so much fun up until he came in and screwed it all up for me. The most not fun person in the world was this Folk Singer. Also, could be because as soon as he came into her life that's when she kind of fell into a world of heavy drugging. Which was not fun too watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I liked it pretty okay. I'd give it a 3 and a half rabbits out of 6 rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A made up rating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting into art a lot recently and uh, Andy Warhol is something that interests me. Some of his work is a really cool take on art, but then some of his stuff wasn't art at all. It was like "For my next piece of work, I will have a party and not everyone is invited." "Uhm, Andy. That's not art." "NO! IT IS!" "No, that's just being a kind of shitty friend." "Well you wouldn't expect me to be a shitty friend, that makes it art." "No, we do expect you to be a shitty friend. You're very self-centered." "Well then I did what you expected me too. That's art." "Oh, I get it! You are a genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's any day at the FACTORY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-2244804438035329896?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2244804438035329896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=2244804438035329896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/2244804438035329896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/2244804438035329896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/factory-girl.html' title='Factory Girl'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-9074734713963140044</id><published>2007-02-01T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:24:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dancin'</title><content type='html'>we should be dancing under the butt of the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-9074734713963140044?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/9074734713963140044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=9074734713963140044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/9074734713963140044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/9074734713963140044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancin.html' title='dancin&apos;'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7900409506624416456</id><published>2007-01-28T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:52:29.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIO SHOW TONIGHT!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;RADIO SHOW TONIGHT @ 9 PM! We will be interviewing ANDREW WK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.hearnewbrunswick.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7900409506624416456?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7900409506624416456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7900409506624416456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7900409506624416456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7900409506624416456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/01/radio-show-tonight.html' title='RADIO SHOW TONIGHT!'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-7184077647673983118</id><published>2007-01-26T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:41:07.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I plan on seducing my girlfriend. I am not a romantic but tonight I will try to be romantic by cooking dinner, and lighting candles. I'll put on the Virgin Suicides soundtrack and then just let destiny take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it won't even be the Virgin Suicides soundtrack, it will be the actual movie playing in the background. ECSTASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles lit, an aroma of birthday cake and the sweet sounds of teenagers offing themselves! NIRVANA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-7184077647673983118?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7184077647673983118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=7184077647673983118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7184077647673983118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/7184077647673983118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/01/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-4911093343656967184</id><published>2007-01-25T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:12:38.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>diet.</title><content type='html'>I recently started a new diet. Something I felt was needed because I've been feeling really sick. I thought it was a disease or I was dangerously overweight. After much research and three doctors calling me fat. HA! Just kidding. I don't have health insurance. I have decided to go on a diet. So far it's working. I'm hoping it works more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLYZZZZZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-4911093343656967184?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4911093343656967184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=4911093343656967184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/4911093343656967184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/4911093343656967184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/01/diet.html' title='diet.'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3688244873477868999</id><published>2007-01-21T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:16:47.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeper</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie "Sleeper"last night. I think it may be one of my favorite movies I've ever seen. I laughed a lot. I can't believe I've waited this long to get into Woody Allen. I started with "Annie Hall" and it made me smile more smiles then a smile-y robot. But then I was like that's it. But I saw "Sleeper" and it's such an amazing idea and movie. There was a couple of scenes in the film that as I watched them I said, "there is no way this would ever be in a movie nowadays." FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the bad thing I thought might happen. Happened. But it's okay because our second show at the PIT has Andrew WK, and Michael Showalter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3688244873477868999?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3688244873477868999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3688244873477868999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3688244873477868999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3688244873477868999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleeper.html' title='Sleeper'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318374346067610766.post-3665145589028064435</id><published>2007-01-20T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:26:01.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, NO!</title><content type='html'>Oh, no! That's all I can say right now. Oh, No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something terrible is almost happening. Cripes, and crepes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7318374346067610766-3665145589028064435?l=sean-oconnor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3665145589028064435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7318374346067610766&amp;postID=3665145589028064435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3665145589028064435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7318374346067610766/posts/default/3665145589028064435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-oconnor.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh, NO!'/><author><name>Sean O'Connor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02679024310505938644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17160211245974947479'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>