<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:45:28.466-08:00</updated><category term='vip crazil songs from a hat abby simons'/><title type='text'>AbbyTube</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-3452161114625170610</id><published>2008-05-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:44:35.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vip crazil songs from a hat abby simons'/><title type='text'>According to VIP Brazil/bablefish</title><content type='html'>"Weekly Songs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star of the YouTube, Abby Simons is a esquisitona of the California that created the Songs project from the Hat. To each sunday to 23h59 (in the local hourly spindle) it dispatches by post a video of a new music. The songs are inspired by the subjects sent by internautas, that it chooses by lot of a hat to the end of each presentation. The trick started in 4 of December of 2007. In its bigger success, I Made the Collab! With Myself..., with more than 480 a thousand views, it speaks on its relation with the YouTube. Nerd to the extremity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VIP Brazil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-3452161114625170610?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/3452161114625170610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=3452161114625170610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/3452161114625170610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/3452161114625170610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/05/according-to-vip-brazilbablefish.html' title='According to VIP Brazil/bablefish'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-7584734020823801067</id><published>2008-04-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:52:00.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrock?</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me know that I have long been a fan of the Harry Potter series. Frankly, who in my generation isn't? Harry Potter transcends all superficial dividers; the geeks love it, and it's the only book the near illiterate cheerleaders have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite hardcore in my dedication to the books, but I stood at the fringes of the fandom never entering. For instance, I would go to those crazy midnight book releases, but mainly keep to myself; I would lurk on forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more! Now that the books are done and some argue the fandom will soon die, I'm ready to jump in head first! That's right, I'm gonna write wizard rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books provide such a deep well of material to work with, which is great for someone like me who can't think of ideas on her own *cough* songsfromahat *cough* So far I've written one song and have a bunch more in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, the most alluring thing about wizard rock is not necessarily the content (though I have been immersing myself in it for the last couple days) but how much frakkin fun all those wizard rockers have! They record and tour which is basically my DREAM at the moment (demand me on myspace!) and look like they have a blast doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the moment, I'm incredibly insecure having never written a song about harry potter before, but if you dare, take a listen and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/abbywrocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-7584734020823801067?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/7584734020823801067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=7584734020823801067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7584734020823801067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7584734020823801067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wrock.html' title='I wrock?'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-2738423725637949958</id><published>2008-03-30T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:12:43.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Invisible Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Mr. Invisible wakes up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Comb coffee train job&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible makes some copies&lt;br /&gt;Of a memo he delivers to Joe and Bob&lt;br /&gt;And he sits in his cubicle&lt;br /&gt;And he plays solitaire&lt;br /&gt;And he twiddles his thumbs&lt;br /&gt;And he combs his hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible goes home in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Coat dinner kids couch&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible watches wheel of fortune&lt;br /&gt;But he cant seem to find a way to get out&lt;br /&gt;And he pulls up a pillow&lt;br /&gt;And he turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;And he fantasizes about&lt;br /&gt;Vanna white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible &lt;br /&gt;Transparent to one and all&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion in a downward fall&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even bother screaming&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible&lt;br /&gt;Lights out with no one to call&lt;br /&gt;Thinks about nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;On his way to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Invisible stares out the window&lt;br /&gt;At the cars passing by&lt;br /&gt;He write spoetry in a notebook&lt;br /&gt;About rainy days and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;And he wonders what’s happening&lt;br /&gt;Acrosss the street&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a party&lt;br /&gt;Seem pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he runs runs runs past the lonely years&lt;br /&gt;But they strecht on forever and the end looms near&lt;br /&gt;And mr. invisible wants to be visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-2738423725637949958?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/2738423725637949958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=2738423725637949958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/2738423725637949958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/2738423725637949958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-invisible-lyrics.html' title='Mr. Invisible Lyrics'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-462964142223080604</id><published>2008-03-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:42:04.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea With Todd (with charlieissocoollike)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, here's a new podcast I'm a part of. Check it out! (and if you like, subscribe on itunes and podbean)&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://teawithtodd.podbean.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="320" height="250" id="videoplayer320_black" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/videoplayer/player/videoplayer320_black.swf?playlist=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-playlist2/blogs2/51016/playlist/playlist_video.xml" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/videoplayer/player/videoplayer320_black.swf?playlist=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-playlist2/blogs2/51016/playlist/playlist_video.xml" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="320" height="250" name="videoplayer320_black" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 95px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-462964142223080604?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/462964142223080604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=462964142223080604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/462964142223080604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/462964142223080604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/tea-with-todd-with-charlieissocoollike.html' title='Tea With Todd (with charlieissocoollike)'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-7452757011678930424</id><published>2008-03-26T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:10:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>So after 3 months of talking about getting a haircut, I finally got one! Last Saturday. I was doing a little experiment to see if anyone would notice the change, but alas, no one did. I suppose it was subtle, though, I did chop off a good two inches. The most noticeable change was in the back, where before it looked like a dead animal, now it looks like the back of someone's hair. I'm really happy with the cut. Might take some pictures, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-7452757011678930424?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/7452757011678930424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=7452757011678930424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7452757011678930424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7452757011678930424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-hair-cut.html' title='New Hair Cut'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-966266499354919315</id><published>2008-03-25T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:30:33.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol: Live Blog (look at me, I'm a vapid american!)</title><content type='html'>It's American Idol! And the contestants are singing songs from the year they were born. Which means the 80's (besides one from the seventies and one from the nineties). 70% of the music from the 80's gives me a headache; we'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:03: I started late, Ramiele is up first... um.. yeah, she's boring... and little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:04: "heart's Alone" The mosh pit it swaying... I don't know how much swaying I can handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05: she's a really good shouter, I'll give her that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:08: Ramiele's voice went "bye bye!" I don't get why they let toddlers on the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:09: catchy mac air ad! gosh I love that song, la la la la laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12: Jason Castro, it's his birthday! Happy birthday Jason, you're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:14: audience, stop clapping off beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:17: Simon disses "busking" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:18: I diss Simon, with my fist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:19: boring girl (syesha) will be up for the next couple minutes, I'm going to get dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:24: Did watch her sing, but apparently she did well. Sadly, she was at the start of the show, so no one will remember. Sorry Syesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30: the mobs swaying again... *hand twitches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:32: Chikeze sings. Nice job, but I didn't really like the song. Dont really like any of these songs so far. Either way: Chikeze is cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40: Brooke sings "Every Breath you Take" one of my all time favorites. Don't really like the rendition, miss the awesome guitar riff. But Brooke seems like one of the few people on this show I could have an intelligent conversation with. I'd buy those tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:49: Ryan asks audience to help design their Coca Cola product placement ad campaign. Sure Ryan, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:51: Michael Johns "rocks me" Lucky guy, he was born in a decade with good music. I'd buy tickets to see his Queen cover band play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:55: Hey Carly! You're Irish! Get off my Idol! USA FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05: Archuleta has a girlfriend? Producers, do you want him to loose? You're really killing his omgomgomg be-my-boyfriend-david!! demographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15: Kristy Lee Cook sings "God Bless the USA" Trying to bring out the patriotic vote, because vote-for-talent vote wasn't phoning for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17: Judges do not dare diss a patriotic song, for fear of being black-listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:18: Simon correctly notes, "very clever song choice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24: David cook, sings "Billie Jean" in 6/8!!! Ten seconds in and WOW SO GOOD. Almost couldn't recognize the song at first. Only great performance of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:27: clip reel rolls. I realize this show isn't that great. I dont listen to any of these songs (save a few). Feel like I wasted an hour and half. You probably feel like you wasted a couple minutes reading this live vlog, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-966266499354919315?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/966266499354919315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=966266499354919315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/966266499354919315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/966266499354919315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-idol-live-blog-look-at-me-im.html' title='American Idol: Live Blog (look at me, I&apos;m a vapid american!)'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-7770642041946715239</id><published>2008-03-25T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:55:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 2 degrees from Britney Spears!</title><content type='html'>So an old high school teacher of mine has a brother, and he is an actor (one who makes a living and is fed by it mind you) and he has a show on CBS called "How I Met Your Mother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny sitcom, which is strange because "really funny" and "sitcom" aren't generally seen in the same sentence. The show is about five twenty-somethings living in New York City looking for love going through trials and tribulations and having happy endings. Basically, a funnier* and quirkier version of "Friends", made better by the fact that it stars Josh Radnor, my former teacher's brother who I also met once when he showed up at school (go name dropping!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show has been making headlines lately because of the highly publicized guest appearance by a certain celebrity who's name rhymes "hit me, cheers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her show aired last night and here's my review of her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney plays "Abby" (spooky huh? I live life with the delightfully naive impression that my name is unique, just because I've only ever met 2 other Abbys, but I digress...) a receptionist at a tattoo removal clinic, where Ted (teacher's brother) goes to remove the tramp stamp of a butterfly that was accidentally tattooed on to his back. To begin with: really? Tattoo removal? So soon? That butterfly could have been a great running gag, for at least a season or two. Now it's just been lazered away, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to Brit. Her character was not, as I was expecting, the sexy love interest in this story. No, she was the needy and nerdy character character, which is surprising considering her Diva 'tude. There's no getting past the "I'm watching Britney Spears" feeling, despite the way the producers had her anticlimactically enter the episode, without fanfare or applause. But, in this not very qualified reviewers opinion, she pulled it off. I actually had some genuine "lols" during her scenes. The campy character really suited her, and sitcoms are definitely her genre. I'm not suggesting she enters the profession anytime soon, but she definitely held her own alongside the veterans, Sarah Chalke, Neil Patrick Harris and teacher's brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am now two degrees of separation from Brit! Go me! (I definitely need cooler things to brag about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heavily biased assessment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-7770642041946715239?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/7770642041946715239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=7770642041946715239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7770642041946715239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/7770642041946715239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-2-degrees-from-britney-spears.html' title='I am 2 degrees from Britney Spears!'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-437283763785774612</id><published>2008-03-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:22:19.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog is ressurected...</title><content type='html'>because I'm a narcisist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be doing regular updates now, should be fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-437283763785774612?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/437283763785774612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=437283763785774612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/437283763785774612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/437283763785774612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-is-ressurected.html' title='The blog is ressurected...'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-3150136066896739969</id><published>2007-11-27T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:14:09.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Why is the Weather Bipolar? Song / What is Politically Correct?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="392" data="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499195&amp;affiliateId=132759" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="revvervideoa17743d6aebf486ece24053f35e1aa23"&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499195&amp;affiliateId=132759"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="allowFullScreen=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499195&amp;affiliateId=132759" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really nervous about offending people with this song. Like reeeeally nervous. I thought I was gonna getting flamming comments from people saying things like "how dare you mock this serious condition?!" or "it is very irresponsible to perpetuate offensive stereotypes" or "I hate u! die! die! die! yur ugly" I was so nervous I even wrote a disclaimer into the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact, I debated long and hard whether even make this video at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I think I may have worried a bit too much; the song is very tame. I think my anxiety was the product of my enviroment. I live in Berkeley, CA possibly the most PC place on earth, where from a young age you get so straddled into saying the politically correct thing, you learn no other way. The other day I got an intense lecture from a stranger when the word "gypsy" slipped from my mouth (I was discussing that movie about chocolate with johnny depp). We were on the bus and I only escaped when I reached my stop (she coul've gone on for hours). The truth is, I go through life thinking, "everyone has their buttons, and I don't want to push them" and it's hard to break out of that bubble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this whole situation is very ironic considering Berkeley was the home of the Free Speech movement of the sixties, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more  relevent factor that contributed to my anxiety is the fact that several of my close family members are Bipolar, and I really, really didn't want to offend them. I wanted them to see that I was just poking fun, that I had a right to poke fun even, but I was very worried they wouldn't. Turns out all of those worries were unwarranted, they liked the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems ya'll liked it too! Which is what really matters. Hopefully, I'll never almost self-censor again. Hopefully someday I'll produce something so offensive and reprehensible you will all unsubscribe. Then my work will be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, actually, no, scratch that, ignore what I just said.. err... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-3150136066896739969?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/3150136066896739969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=3150136066896739969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/3150136066896739969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/3150136066896739969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-is-weather-bipolar-song-what-is.html' title='The Why is the Weather Bipolar? Song / What is Politically Correct?'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-551381609909450563</id><published>2007-11-27T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:21:06.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Halloween Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="392" data="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499183&amp;affiliateId=132759" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="revvervideoa17743d6aebf486ece24053f35e1aa23"&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499183&amp;affiliateId=132759"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="allowFullScreen=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499183&amp;affiliateId=132759" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for this song struck me on Nov. 1st, as I walked by a Halloween Store. Even with the whole store marked down, that shit was still overpriced! Anyway, that's why this song is so short, I just wanted to punch it out on Nov 1st (and before it got too late in the night) so that it was still relevent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on earthquakes:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone living within a hundred mile radius of San Francisco can tell you that "The Big One" is always a hot topic of conversation. It never goes out of style. Everyone always has there two cents to give, particullarly after a minor quake hits (like this one about a month ago). Then the nightly news always does a scare piece on whether or not we're prepaired for such a disaster. Or they interview an '89 survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on top of the anecdotal musings, and the periodic post-quake scares, an aura of 'it-could-happen-any-second' caution is ever present. In class, I will often avoid sitting under precarious light fixtures. I spend lots of time in an old theater that most certainly won't hold up in a hefty quake and often find myself looking up at its high ceilings and thinking "could it happen right now?" To add to my paranoia, a friend recently informed me that some experts believe that the Bart (Bay Area Rapid Transport) tunnel that goes under the bay to connect SF to Oakland won't last through the big one. As we zoomed along under water he mused on the way we would die, should the quake wish to strike then. "Well, we would either die from the intense pressure change as water enters the tunnel, or if that doesn't get us, we'll drown, or maybe the train and tunnel will collapes into itself and we'll be crushed to death." Thanks, Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even more morbid than Will's tunnel disaster scenarios, is this notion the rests in the back of my mind: "I hope I don't miss it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I move, to NYC, as I hope to soon, and then a year or two later the big one happens. For the rest of my life I will go through the world telling people I am from SF and they will ask all about the quake and I will nothing to say. I know, that's horrible! I should be praying that the day the big one strikes me and everyone I love is on a jumbo jet to Hawaii! But it's almost as if living in the bay my whole life has made 'the big one' an integral and inevitable part of my existence. A life experience I'm sure to have. College, Marraige, Children, Earthquake. It hasn't happened yet, but it still defines me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until it does happen, all we can do is wait, avoid light fixtures, and chit-chat casualy about the quake, because someday it won't be a casual topic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-551381609909450563?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/551381609909450563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=551381609909450563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/551381609909450563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/551381609909450563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-after-halloween-song.html' title='The Day After Halloween Song'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-4920163483355492471</id><published>2007-11-27T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:43:41.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scrabble Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="392" data="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499168&amp;affiliateId=132759" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="revvervideoa17743d6aebf486ece24053f35e1aa23"&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499168&amp;affiliateId=132759"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="allowFullScreen=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499168&amp;affiliateId=132759" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I-ee-I Love scrabble! Online scrabble to be precise, it's the best thing since sliced bread. Hey scrabble Junkies, check out scrabulous.com, it's far and away the best scrabble site online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who saw and commented on this video on youtube, the number of hits amazes me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I gotta say for now,&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-4920163483355492471?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/4920163483355492471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=4920163483355492471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/4920163483355492471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/4920163483355492471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2007/11/scrabble-song.html' title='The Scrabble Song'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984945132460942112.post-307147674719439238</id><published>2007-11-27T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:27:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Motion: Eating an Apple at Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="392" data="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="revvervideoa17743d6aebf486ece24053f35e1aa23"&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499324"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="allowFullScreen=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=499324" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first ever stop motion. Quite simple but still very time consuming. Presumably the apple is being eaten by the ominous shadow looming in the background. Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984945132460942112-307147674719439238?l=abbytube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/feeds/307147674719439238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=984945132460942112&amp;postID=307147674719439238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/307147674719439238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984945132460942112/posts/default/307147674719439238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbytube.blogspot.com/2007/11/stop-motion.html' title='Stop Motion: Eating an Apple at Sunset'/><author><name>AbbyTube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569280506183638658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
