<?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-8110676925100292099</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:40:56.953-08:00</updated><category term='taglines'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='movie facts'/><category term='the gals'/><category term='highlights'/><category term='the guys'/><title type='text'>St. Elmo's Fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110676925100292099.post-3322001862634191462</id><published>2009-07-08T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:18:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much good stuff in a 2 minute clip</title><content type='html'>What you need...you know I got it.  R-E-S-P-E-C-T.  Just a little bit.  Doesn't Andrew McCarthy have an awesome voice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love this scene.  It has several key quotes that I just love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of "what's the meaning of life" is such a probing one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know what love is?  Love is an illusion, created by lawyer types like yourself, to perpetuate another illusion called marriage, to create a reality of divorce and the illusionary need for divorce lawyers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="lblQuote"&gt;There are several quintessential moments in a man's life: losing his virginity, getting married, becoming a father, and having the right girl smile at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T34tr2K-bIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T34tr2K-bIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-3322001862634191462?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/3322001862634191462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=3322001862634191462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/3322001862634191462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/3322001862634191462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-good-stuff-in-2-minute-clip.html' title='Too much good stuff in a 2 minute clip'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><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-8110676925100292099.post-7925786830647948518</id><published>2009-01-11T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:19:49.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gals'/><title type='text'>Focus on Andie (aka Dale Biberman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWrl4CHVxOI/AAAAAAAACiM/KdGDJ5HnoA4/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWrl4CHVxOI/AAAAAAAACiM/KdGDJ5HnoA4/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290293463103161570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, I have to admit I would love to look as good as Andie MacDowell.  This woman is flat out gorgeous!  And, she never looks like she ages. Luckily, I do have a faint resemblance to her.  So I have been told.  Similar eyes and hair.  I only wish I had her perfectly straight teeth and perhaps the perfect cleavage.  Do you know she was 27 when she was in St. Elmo's Fire back in 1985?   Yep, that means she is now 50!   I'm sorry but this woman does not look 50...what's her secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWroeRw4i_I/AAAAAAAACiU/LC7lfrKiuJ8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWroeRw4i_I/AAAAAAAACiU/LC7lfrKiuJ8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290296319162223602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she has been in 44 films, I only can think of her from her most acclaimed, especially Sex, Lies and Videotape, Groundhog day and even Multiplicity.  I never saw Four Weddings and a Funeral, but occasionally catch a few glimpses when it makes its rounds on TV.   It seems that many of her other roles were just not quite as memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting about her is that her real name isn't even Andie, or something even similar.  It's Rosalie...which I find even prettier.  Rosalie Anderson, which obviously she shortened to Andie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is still picking up new roles, her main career is promoting Loreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWrl07CwQKI/AAAAAAAACiE/P1Nmzb82oTg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-7925786830647948518?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/7925786830647948518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=7925786830647948518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/7925786830647948518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/7925786830647948518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2009/01/focus-on-andie-aka-dale-biberman.html' title='Focus on Andie (aka Dale Biberman)'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SWrl4CHVxOI/AAAAAAAACiM/KdGDJ5HnoA4/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110676925100292099.post-2504759514457151672</id><published>2008-10-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:33:15.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taglines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie facts'/><title type='text'>Movie taglines:  What do you think?</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have talked over here at St. Elmo's.  Life has been busy.  Anywho, a quick chat today...it's funny if you look this movie up &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090060/"&gt;on IMBD&lt;/a&gt;, they list part of the description as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A Group of friends, just out of college, struggle with adulthood. Their main problem is that they're all self-centered and obnoxious..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't seem to agree.  Yes, they are a group of friends, out of college, struggling with adulthood but I don't think all the cast members can be classified as self-centered and obnoxious.  Obnoxious to me is someone who annoys the hell out of you because they think they are so great or they are just in your face.  I guess I didn't feel any of the characters were obnoxious. Self centered?  Oh yes...Billy is numero uno, then possibly Jules and then Alec.  I guess in a sense they all are a bit, although I can't relate that much to Kevin, Leslie or Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also surprised by what they call the "taglines." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The passion burns deep." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion burns deep?  Huh, maybe Kevin's passion for Leslie or more obvious, Wendy's passion for Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr width="40%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The heat this summer is at Saint Elmo's Fire."&lt;/span&gt;   Hmm...I don't like that they spelled out Saint.  For some reason the distinction between St. and Saint is there for me, maybe not for others...I guess I am a bit weird.  Just seeing it spelled out reminds me of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr width="40%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They thought they'd be friends forever, but forever couldn't last."&lt;/span&gt;  I guess this is a phenomenon that happens everywhere.   Not just college, high school, camp...it goes way back.  I  know I experienced it.  You think when you are so close with someone that you will be that way forever.  I never though my college roomies and I would be so distant today, it's only been 10 years but I rarely get together with them.  Hard to believe when we were in college, we were inseparable.  That's one reason I love that Pink song, "Who Knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr width="40%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can always count on your friends. Don't ever let the fire go out." &lt;/span&gt; This is a nice one, I think I like this the best as a synoposis for the movie.  Not only relating to the part when Jules locks herself in her apartment and her friends help her out but all throughout.  Either Alec trying to help Billy get a job or Leslie and Jules trying to get Wendy over Billy, or Jules trying to introduce Kevin to a girl, insinuating his lack of is due to being gay....it really is the good feeling you get about that movie, friends helping other friends get over tough spots in their life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite tagline for the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-2504759514457151672?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/2504759514457151672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=2504759514457151672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/2504759514457151672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/2504759514457151672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-taglines-what-do-you-think.html' title='Movie taglines:  What do you think?'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><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-8110676925100292099.post-1058775174243879154</id><published>2008-06-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:09:35.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>If life were that simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SGBK-dO3jEI/AAAAAAAABa0/MVP58icdqjo/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SGBK-dO3jEI/AAAAAAAABa0/MVP58icdqjo/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215250805354368066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are days when I wish life was as simple as this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene when Wendy and Leslie tell Jules they are concerned about the relationship she is having with her boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So, I bop him for a couple of years, get his job when he gets his hands caught in the vault, do a black mink ad, retire in utter disgrace, then write a best seller and be a fabulous host on my own talk show..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-1058775174243879154?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/1058775174243879154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=1058775174243879154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/1058775174243879154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/1058775174243879154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-life-were-that-simple.html' title='If life were that simple'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SGBK-dO3jEI/AAAAAAAABa0/MVP58icdqjo/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110676925100292099.post-4177434497784970338</id><published>2008-05-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:09:36.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the guys'/><title type='text'>Hotties of St. Elmos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd7F6D2fI/AAAAAAAABRA/xxACk_JDIio/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd7F6D2fI/AAAAAAAABRA/xxACk_JDIio/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208907856992754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd316D2eI/AAAAAAAABQ4/OnJV86f94dg/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd316D2eI/AAAAAAAABQ4/OnJV86f94dg/s320/images-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208852022417890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd0l6D2dI/AAAAAAAABQw/cXGTwRw36-c/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd0l6D2dI/AAAAAAAABQw/cXGTwRw36-c/s320/images-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208796187843026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDydw16D2cI/AAAAAAAABQo/tzgAtTzOyro/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDydw16D2cI/AAAAAAAABQo/tzgAtTzOyro/s320/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208731763333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices of hotties in St. Elmo's Fire is almost mind-boggling.  I have to say, Andrew was always my favorite.  Yes, his sensitivity was quite endearing and something about those blue eyes. If I had to make a second choice, Judd would be my man.  Love the skin tone.   That Ally Sheedy...damn lucky girl for getting to hook up with both.  Rob would pull in 3rd and Emilio, although sexy-hot in this pic above would be last.  Such a hard choice though because they are all HOT!  I wonder though if I had met them in person who would win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Give me your hottie order of the men of St. Elmos'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-4177434497784970338?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/4177434497784970338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=4177434497784970338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/4177434497784970338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/4177434497784970338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2008/05/hotties-of-st-elmos.html' title='Hotties of St. Elmos'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SDyd7F6D2fI/AAAAAAAABRA/xxACk_JDIio/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110676925100292099.post-2195283172141036633</id><published>2008-04-06T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:54:11.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dreams and transitions</title><content type='html'>I am not exactly sure why St. Elmo's Fire has such special meaning to me. I guess it would be because I think the movie hits the nail on the head as far as how transitions in life go. Starting from when I was real little, I dreamt about being older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being 10 and daydreaming about having the coolest car and wearing the most stylish outfits to work.   I thought for sure I would be this big wig professional that listened to Mozart, drank martinis and had my nails done twice a week.  Well, let's just say that is not exactly how it turned out.  Not that my life is bad, I love my life.  And I am not that person, I don't even want to be that person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dream that my kids will grow up to be these amazing, polite, smart, happy kids and that  someday I will travel.  It is like drama, our dreams are always more interesting than our actual lives.  We need them though....we need them to make our lives entertaining and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Elmo's Fire depicts people trying to live up to their expectations of what they "should" be doing and having a "drama moment."  It's like they need to do something dramatic to make that transition.  Whether they be getting ready to get married and having flings on the side or buying everything in sight just because they got a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like panicking at that last moment before you get what you've always wanted.  Now that you have it, you do something bad to almost sabotage it.  Why do we do this?  No freakin clue.  Have you ever read about something that they found out was bad and thought, "crap I do that once in a while, I'm not doing it anymore" and then the very next thing you know, your doing it way more than before?  It's like when you put your foot down that you are going to start a diet and then suddenly one day in to your diet you pig out like a banchee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true in life though that we all need a little drama sometimes.   Maybe just doing something crazy is just what you need to settle down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110676925100292099-2195283172141036633?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/2195283172141036633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=2195283172141036633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/2195283172141036633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/2195283172141036633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-and-transitions.html' title='Dreams and transitions'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><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-8110676925100292099.post-4372296237929202121</id><published>2008-03-26T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:46:16.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlights'/><title type='text'>The song, the moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5oCPchQWoI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5oCPchQWoI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8110676925100292099-4372296237929202121?l=stelmofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/feeds/4372296237929202121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110676925100292099&amp;postID=4372296237929202121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/4372296237929202121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110676925100292099/posts/default/4372296237929202121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stelmofire.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-moments.html' title='The song, the moments'/><author><name>NH Yocal</name><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-8110676925100292099.post-5560826970750733860</id><published>2008-03-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:09:36.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all going through this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/R-Lnpfn54-I/AAAAAAAAA50/vuzclrhySo8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/R-Lnpfn54-I/AAAAAAAAA50/vuzclrhySo8/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179957221479015394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to St. Elmo's Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy:  "You know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's St. Elmo's Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasn't even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you're making up all of this. 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