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	<title>Comments on: (Not so) easy on the eyes&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Wycieczki</title>
		<link>http://www.hawaiianreeves.com/2006/02/09/not-so-easy-on-the-eyes/#comment-554</link>
		<dc:creator>Wycieczki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 18:55:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just book marked your blog on Digg and StumbleUpon.I enjoy reading your commentaries.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just book marked your blog on Digg and StumbleUpon.I enjoy reading your commentaries.</p>
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		<title>By: Hawaiian Reeves &#187; To Boldly Go Where No Movie Has Gone Before&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.hawaiianreeves.com/2006/02/09/not-so-easy-on-the-eyes/#comment-18</link>
		<dc:creator>Hawaiian Reeves &#187; To Boldly Go Where No Movie Has Gone Before&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 10:43:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] No, these movies do not belong on either of these lists. These movies are like trying to explain my love for Curb Your Enthusiasm or Wesley Willis. (If you don&#8217;t know Wesley, Chickencow and I Whooped Batman&#8217;s Ass are two personal favorites.) My relationship with these movies could be as inexplicable as my love for Nicolette Sheridan, as deep as my affection for Project Runway, or as shameful as my true appreciation for any bad picture of Ashlee Simpson. Which, I suppose, means that each of these is, in its own way, a little glimpse into the inner workings of my own little Hawaiian-shaped soul. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] No, these movies do not belong on either of these lists. These movies are like trying to explain my love for Curb Your Enthusiasm or Wesley Willis. (If you don&#8217;t know Wesley, Chickencow and I Whooped Batman&#8217;s Ass are two personal favorites.) My relationship with these movies could be as inexplicable as my love for Nicolette Sheridan, as deep as my affection for Project Runway, or as shameful as my true appreciation for any bad picture of Ashlee Simpson. Which, I suppose, means that each of these is, in its own way, a little glimpse into the inner workings of my own little Hawaiian-shaped soul. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Hawaiian Reeves &#187; Pucker up and blow&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.hawaiianreeves.com/2006/02/09/not-so-easy-on-the-eyes/#comment-12</link>
		<dc:creator>Hawaiian Reeves &#187; Pucker up and blow&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 04:43:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] In honor of this new era, I considered a Pucker Up and Blow theme for my birthday, with gift bags of party favors to include my favorite lip balm, Sour Patch kids, some Big League Chew, Blow Pops, $100 bills edged with powdered sugar, a kazoo, and a framed copy of my favorite picture of Nicolette Sheridan, but it turns out that I&#8217;m too lazy for that. In fact, it&#8217;s possible that I still have a few thank you cards to send out from Christmas, so the only giftbags at my birthday party should be ones with my name on them. And since 30 is really the last year it&#8217;s even remotely acceptable to expect or accept gifts from people who don&#8217;t share your bed, your DNA, or know things about your past that allow the two of you to blackmail each other in perpetuity, I&#8217;ve decided to put together a wishlist just in case some of you are feeling generous, have connections that you&#8217;ve been hiding from me, or need to be entertained. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] In honor of this new era, I considered a Pucker Up and Blow theme for my birthday, with gift bags of party favors to include my favorite lip balm, Sour Patch kids, some Big League Chew, Blow Pops, $100 bills edged with powdered sugar, a kazoo, and a framed copy of my favorite picture of Nicolette Sheridan, but it turns out that I&#8217;m too lazy for that. In fact, it&#8217;s possible that I still have a few thank you cards to send out from Christmas, so the only giftbags at my birthday party should be ones with my name on them. And since 30 is really the last year it&#8217;s even remotely acceptable to expect or accept gifts from people who don&#8217;t share your bed, your DNA, or know things about your past that allow the two of you to blackmail each other in perpetuity, I&#8217;ve decided to put together a wishlist just in case some of you are feeling generous, have connections that you&#8217;ve been hiding from me, or need to be entertained. [...]</p>
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