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From the Pulitzer winners book list:

Foreign Affairs - Alison Lurie

I rather liked this one, I suppose, because I could relate to certain portions concerning bureaucracy in higher education and the lead character's view of children's literature, her field of expertise. This is the second Pulitzer winner I managed to finish this month (with Breathing Lessons). Next up: Beloved.

Where have you gone, Sorrell Booke, our nation turns its lonely eyes to you

Dukefest 2003! Celebrating a quarter century of short shorts, squealing tires, and Tom Wopat's chest hair. I'm only four hours away from this thing, how could I not go? This would well make up for missing SARStock.

How to punish your child before he's even born

Christen him Norbert. When he grows up he won't be able to complain, because you can always shoot back with, "Hey, it's a perfectly good Catholic name! Deal with it!"

Of course, if you're not Catholic this response is invalid. If you are, there are thousands other names your offspring will cite as better examples (Acacius, Sixtus, Boniface, Vinnie -- ever hear of a kid named Sixtus being kicked off the playground?). Maybe "Norbert" isn't such a good idea in this day and age, eh?

Funny I found this article, since Malc and I have often threatened to name our firstborn son Norbert, just to see the reaction on our parents' faces. This hearkens back to when Malc was born, and Grandma Lorene phoned Grandma Jean (picture Hyacinth Bucket from Keep Up Appearances, squared) to announce the arrival of a baby girl, named Velma Lou. Lorene used her poker voice. Jean wouldn't speak to anybody for days after that. Anyway, Mom was up in arms when my brother and his wife named their son Jack (not John). "There's no Saint Jack," she complained. Well, she can't argue with Norbert.


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My article on summer reading recommendations. Published last month, but it's still relevant because summer's not over.

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Thus Spake Costanza: it's Jon Voight Day at Yankee Stadium!

Must. Get. One. Of. These!

Warning: the blog post below is not appropriate for anybody to read. I'm serious. Go visit Weird Al instead. He's a nice man who loves his mother.

Always good blogging over at The SICLE Cell. Today it's about a poem linked from Emily's blog extolling the virtues of "death as mother." Heh. Interesting poem if you can get past the animated graphic of the "goddess vulva puppets" for sale. I can't believe I just typed that.

What are you supposed to do with a goddess vulva puppet? (I did it again!) If you could only peek into my brain right now to hear all the comments in formation currently elbowing their way to conciousness. Are you actually supposed to make them talk? Put on a show? Reenact that Seinfeld episode? (My name is Mulva, I live on the second floor...) Were these puppets one found in the red light district of the Neighborhood of Make Believe?

Tell you what, when I finally master the bass I'm going to form a band called Goddess Vulva Puppets. I figure I could get a contract with whichever label Disney owns by virtue of the name alone. See you at Lilith Fair.

Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic. - Homer Simpson


b4G is one year old today! A new look and feel is supposed to roll out soon, not sure when.

I'm just a girl who can't say no

Partly because it's family, and partly because I farked up my team in the St. Blog's Parish Fantasy Baseball program this season, I signed up for Fantasy Football. I know nothing about football, other than the fact that Hank Williams, Jr. sings the theme song. The league is comprised entirely of male relatives and their friends, so I'll be the only female "owner" this season. Malc likens me to most female owners of major sports teams - his opinion isn't high. This means I have only a few weeks to learn everything about the sport.

How 'bout some less Britney?

The Loop has more Rush! That's the Fly by Night cover for the uninitiated. Fly by Night features the song "Rivendell", inspired by Tolkien, which is the closest thing to a Rush/Catholic connection that any of us will probably ever make. Remember, you saw it here first. Or maybe you didn't, I can't keep up with all of you.

Bully for Chicago, which would suit my sister fine, but she's into No Doubt and a bunch of other bands I don't know. "Oh, they play that annoying Diane Sawyer song, don't they?" I can hear her saying now.

A fellow RUSHian sent me the link. I find it amusing because this is one billboard you will never see in my neck of the woods. We have one major classic rock station in the area, and every single time I turn it on I hear either Fleetwood Mac or Elton John, and I listen to this station often. On occasion we'll get the Eagles (mainly Hotel California or The Long Run stuff) or (at a distant fourth) the Doobies ("China Grove," apparently the only song the band ever did, according to The Fox), but I'm serious about the Mac/Sir Reg overload. We aren't even treated to the occasional track from Stevie's Bella Donna to cleanse the palate. Rush? Once I heard "Limelight" driving home, but I realized I had a CD in my stereo.

I'm convinced the entire station's music collection is comprised of just Rumors and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, and that the smattering of other artists played are actually piped in via a sister station in Richmond.

One other note about The Loop, the sender mentioned a similar billboard around town touting "Now More Ozzy!" I ask you, with the TV show and OzzFest and all the merchandise bloating the shelves of Spencer's Gifts, how much more Ozzy do we really need?

Happy trails, Bob

Now here's a picture that would make G. Gordon Liddy smile, a babe with a gun. That's the divine pro-lifer Jane Russell, BTW, whom I've always preferred over Marilyn in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

I've heard reports that Bob converted to Catholicism in his later years, and reports he did not. I know his widow Delores is a devout Catholic, no doubt praying for him. May he rest in peace.

Cartoon blog

Daryl Cagle has a blog now. The Cagle site at Slate/MSN is a great place to visit; you'll get lost there, maybe find something to raise your eyebrows. What amuses me today is the collection of Katharine Hepburn obit cartoons I somehow missed when she actually passed. Yes, I thought she was a wonderful actress. I adored her as Eleanor in The Lion in Winter. I find it interesting that so many cartoonists portray her as storming through the Pearly Gates since she was an atheist. Maybe she isn't anymore, we'll soon find out for ourselves.

Holly Goes Lightly, or does she?

Holly Golightly is one of my all-time favorite book characters. Just read of the death of Carol Matthau, widow of Walter, who claimed to have inspired Capote to create her. I've often wondered who did, and now wonder if this is true. Whatever the answer, they all belong to the ages. Rest in peace.

Not the friend I would have picked, but at least he'll work another year

Matt LeBlanc gets the spin-off. Look for "How you doin'?" to be this decade's "What-choo talkin' 'bout, Willis?"

Death by chocolate...and bad brakes

The ten most dangerous things to eat while driving. Apparently Doritos are safe, despite those sharp points.

...which technically could give us fifteen more years of Madonna albums

45 is the new 30; I guess that makes me eighteen again. So would it completely sleazy if I ditched Malc for that cute twenty-year-old barista at Starbucks?

Number nine, number nine, number nine...

Ninth anniversary today. Light blogging. Peace.

"Abortion is advocated only by persons who have themselves been born." - Ronald Reagan

This comes from a book sent to me for review, called Values of the Wise: Profound and Witty Words of Wisdom from the Greatest Minds, by Jason Merchey. Basically, it is a collection of quotes grouped according to various subjects. I've never reviewed this sort of thing before, and I don't know how to begin writing up the book. I will say, though, that Values is probably the first book I've seen that quotes Mother Teresa, Emo Phillips, Neil Peart of Rush (lot of his stuff in here, though the author misquoted the "Freewill" lyrics), Dennis Miller, GK Chesterton, and Hitler. When are you ever going to see billing like that again?

By the way, here's the Emo quote that caused me to blow a soy vanilla latte through my nose: "At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote."

Just a word of warning

If you really, really, really enjoy my blog enough to print it out for later reading at Starbucks, be careful. This could happen to you.

Maybe you should just get your coffee first, then read at the computer.

You want to know why you can't find Saints at the local B&N?

There isn't any room in the store, not with all the tarot decks and stuffed animals and what a former fellow bookstore worker once called "foo-foo crap" cramping the shelves, as this article reiterates. He would know, he used to work for the White's chain in Jacksonville. Great bookstore, but they seemed to specialize in foo-foo: ceramics and scrolled picture frames and potpourri. The place in San Marco used to smell like a sugar powdered doughnut. Maybe it still does, I haven't been there in years.

B&N, to some extent, is no different. They sell board games now. Maybe when Parker Brothers comes out with Saints Preserve Us: The Board Game you'll have a better chance of finding that in the store.

Must be all those taxes we have to pay

Virginia will end the fiscal year with a surplus, despite drowning in debt. In a way I suppose this is good news, considering what they will have to pay in civil suits if things like this continue to happen. A judge this week granted her a $2,500 bond. A judge should have locked her away. This latest accident should never have happened, and who knows where this woman is now, what damage she'll do next. Lord help the state of Virginia if she hits me or Malc on the interstate. My backyard will stretch to the Carolina border.

Yes, I'm ranting. I've lost two relatives to drunk drivers. My cousin Joanie wasn't twenty-one, my Aunt Doris not yet fifty. It wasn't their time. It's not pleasant.

Can you help?
Karina Fabian, who edited the marvelous Leaps of Faith anthology of Christian sci-fi for FrancisIsidore, is writing a book on Lenten family traditions and needs input. If you think you can help, please sign the comments box and I'll have her get in touch with you.

By the way, we should know next month whether or not Leaps wins the Best Anthology Award at the Dream Realm Awards, held at ArmadilloCon.

I hate scales.

I stuck to the plan all week. I weigh myself this morning. I'm six pounds lighter on the carpet, three pounds heavier on the bathroom floor. Yesterday I was ten pounds lighter on the carpet.

I hate scales.

I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

We have to start calling Madonna 'Esther' now. Which means I have to edit the address book on my Handspring Visor, and HotSync it again. What a pain.

The SICLE Cell has some good suggestions, if you have nothing to do this weekend.

RIP, Carol Shields

Pulitzer-winner Shields wrote the very entertaining The Stone Diaries, which you will see is marked off on my reading list. Shields didn't get serious about writing until she hit her forties, which goes to show it's never too late. Dying at 68, however, also tells us that it's later than we think. She will be missed.

Yes, it would be a man named Chia to declare that the hairier the man, the better the nookie.

No more dark and stormy nights

Well, I didn't win the Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest this year. Didn't even come close. In a way, I should be grateful; perhaps this means my writing isn't bad. Of course, this also means that I can't be bad on purpose. Here was my entry, in the pun category:

"Charlotte was moved to ask, upon hearing that her friend, the professional basketball player, wished to move to Cheyenne, 'Why, Yao-Ming?'"

Cheyenne, Wyoming. Get it? BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

Because people prefer dead trees...

You will recall in a fit of apathy, after being told the book was "extremely well-written" by many publishers who rejected it, I posted my mystery novel Murder Most Trivial as a free eBook download. It's still online, the link is down and to your right, though the temptation to offer a print version has always remained with me.

It appears I may soon have the opportunity to offer readers that option. has finally entered the beta test stage of their book publishing venture, using the POD system to allow members to print books. They plan to offer five different sizes, including mass market paperback (4.18" x 6.88") and the traditional trade paperback (5" x 8"). I would love to be able to offer MMT as a mass market, but considering how much the base price of the book would cost I don't think that's doable right now. I spent almost nine bucks on the mass market Hard Eight by Janet Evanovich - my book would be about the same length and cost much more. Trade seems to be the way to go without charging something unreasonable until I can convert the world to eReading.

At any rate, the print version of MMT will be revised a bit, with spelling corrections, etc. A sequel still bubbles in the backburner of my mind - it will take place four years later, when Jason is about to graduate from college and decide upon a seminary. I have the outline ready to go.

The only thing I need to do, though, is find a good PDF converter program. Cheap, preferably freeware, which will allow me to create a 5 x 8 template (CafePress requires it). I have PDF955, but only on Windows 2000 could I create a new template (I use 97 at home). I do have Acrobat on the Mac, but switching platforms is always a pain in the a$$.

As if we didn't already have to deal with the tourists

DC sniper trial moved to my backyard. If anybody needs me, I'll be on the balcony cooking hot dogs for the visiting press.

The dance begins

A publisher has requested to see Pithed. Even if it gets rejected, here's hoping I'll get some useful feedback from the experience.

Thirteen minutes and counting

I've been mentioned in the Houston Chronicle, but not for my books. Tim Bete sends this article about the Flight Humor contest held by the University of Dayton to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Wright Brothers' flight. The author of the article apparently saw fit to include parts of my entry, stuff I don't even remember writing (I didn't win the contest, I got bumped). I can assure you I was at least laughing my a$$ off as I wrote it.

Oh, and if Kathie Lee is reading this, I am very, very, very sorry.

Update: Tim just wrote to say that the article has been picked up by the New York Times wire service, so who knows where I'll end up next.

In other magazine news, the August Reader's Digest has an article about I had been interviewed for it, but none of my stuff ended up in the final draft. I suppose I'll have to wait until one of my books is condensed into one of those omnibuses they sell. You've seen them at the white elephant sales at church: volumes and volumes of abridged novels that the used bookstores won't take after your grandparents die. I hear you actually need an agent to negotiate those rights.

How it is

A fellow author points out this article about the multitudes of published authors who are not blessed with publisher-given marketing budgets. We are the people you see on the side road, sitting on the tailgate selling books. We write well. We don't sell well. Perhaps the fact that you are here is a good sign.

Trying to stay positive

I have a doctor's appointment this week. Unfortunately, it is not something routine. I'm hoping for good news; prayers are appreciated.

My cousin's driver didn't qualify, in case you watched the truck race this weekend. Maybe next time.

The car's in the shop. That's never good.

Then everybody attacked Lance on the mountain. And it's raining (here, not there). What a weekend.

On the upside: I finally finished East of Eden for my book club, and Dangerous Words is still available for purchase, plus I successfully pitched an article for Mystery Scene Magazine. Now I have to write it.

Also, I've been named Virginia state coordinator for EPIC. Almost like being a chapter president. If you are a published author seeking a great networking organization, check it out.

Warren Buffett update

Sorry, the parish was outbid by a quarter of a million dollars.

That's a lot of Dilly Bars.

Friday Five

Haven't done one of these in a long time.

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it? Yes, her name was Jennifer, and she had the reddest hair. Sarah Ferguson red. I met her when I was five. She lived behind us and had an older brother and sister, both in their early teens.

2. Are you still in touch with this person? No, we lost touch in our early teens when she moved. I suspect she's married, so I wouldn't know where to begin looking, if she remembers me at all.

3. Do you have a current close friend? Malc.

4. How did you become friends with this person? Malc and I met in college, in Dr. Hallam's Shakespearean Stagecraft class. It was an upper level English course which I took as an elective. Malc was a Master's student in Education, but took the class since his concentration was English.

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why? There are a few. I had a very good friend in high school who had remained close even though she once lived as far away as Germany. The last time I saw her was at our 10-year high school reunion, then she went home to California and I haven't heard from her since. It doesn't help that I've moved around so many times in the last few years, and that she doesn't have Internet access (not that I'm aware).

Keep on Truckin'

If you get Speedvision and are into NASCAR Trucks, pay close attention to Saturday night's race when Andy Hillenberg (#10) pits. My cousin Brian just got a job on the crew as rear tire changer. It's been his dream to work in auto racing.

Don't think this makes me a contact for 2004 Daytona tickets, though.

From Tim Drake...

The Parable Award: a new award for literary Christian fiction. Unpublished manuscripts will only be accepted; deadline is December 1st. Guidelines are on the site. I don't know much about the organization, but I have heard that award-winning manuscripts tend to get noticed more by agents/publishers. Doesn't necessary mean you'll get published any sooner, but if don't shoot, you've missed.

An interesting thing I have noted about this contest: the organization considers itself evangelical, yet the woman coordinating the contest is named Hahn-Steichen - last names of two very renowned Catholic writers.

Hot off the ePress

Dangerous Words by Bob Stanton and Kathryn Lively.

From the website: Write what you know--the first thing every writer hears when embarking on the most excruciating journey of their lives--is the lesson that drives one woman to murder. Revenge? Desperation? Inspiration? Who can really say when the bodies start piling up at a writing conference!

This title is now available at Echelon Press in PDF format for $1! Just a word to those who have read my other books: this is a complete departure from my other stuff. There are instances of rough language and mild adult situations (make what you will of that, but it's not pr0n, sorry to disappoint). If I haven't scared you away yet, do check it out. At the worst, you'll have only lost a buck, which you probably would have wasted on a lottery ticket (gambling, tsk) or a Kit-Kat (gluttony, tsk), or a McDonald's cheeseburger (so many things wrong with that).

Don't think, however, that this is the start of a new trend for me. The Saints sequel is presently three chapters from being completed (first draft, anyway), and Pithed, if I can place it somewhere, is much more light-hearted. I might pitch Pithed to Echelon as a Dollar Download, too, because it fits the word length.

Here's an idea

Let's pool our money together to bid on lunch with Warren Buffett, so we can thank him personally for ceasing funding to Planned Parenthood.

Thanks to The SICLE Cell for the latter link.

An historic announcement from Mark Shea

19th Century Thinking and Lay Catholic Apostolates: an appeal to help I am an occasional contributor to the website - currently I have two book review articles pending. One won't be seen for a while because it's for a Christmas book. If you can spare some coin to keep the site going, please give.

I suppose margarine is okay if you're off dairy?

RECIPE BOX: Mugglenet’s Butterbeer

1 can root beer OR cream soda

1 tablespoon of honey

2 teaspoons of butter

Place root beer or cream soda into a microwave safe glass and heat in microwave for about 30 seconds. Remove, and set aside. Place butter in the microwave long enough to melt it. Add warm root beer or cream soda, melted butter, and honey to the blender and blend for 5 to 10 seconds.

Source: MuggleNet


Two summers ago, it was shark attacks. Last year, little girls were abducted. Looks like this could be the summer of the senseless mass shooting. Five people dead in California, and at least six in Mississippi. This is only Tuesday!

Lord, have mercy on us.

Free eBooks!

Microsoft Reader is having a summer promotion: download their latest Reader for the PC or Pocket PC and you can download free eBooks! New titles throughout the summer. I hear Get Shorty and The Joy Luck Club are two such titles, though I've read both. Check it out.

I don't have a Pocket PC, but I've been thinking about getting one. I love my Handspring Visor, but I'm thinking with the Pocket PC I'll have MS Word and will be able to write on the fly. I can't use a notebook in the car anymore with these roads.

But will she have kung-fu grip?

Princess Di to be reincarnated as Marvel Comics superheroine. Buckingham Palace is "not amused," but when have they ever been that way?

To give Marvel credit, I don't think it will be as cheesy as that "Ex-Presidents" cartoon on SNL. I won't start complaining, though, unless Marvel comes out with the Holy Rollers League, featuring Mother Teresa and her magic lasso made of rosary beads. Well, as long as Jack Chick isn't drawing it.

Mystery Radio Needs You!

Reprinted with permission

Are YOU The Future of Mystery Radio Network?

Due to new outside obligations Mystery Radio Network's creator, Amanda Dickerson, no longer has the time to run the station. Plans for now are to continue the broadcast until the completion of the mystery series "The Circular Staircase" in little over a month. ANYONE interested in taking over Mystery Radio Network can expect lots of help from Amanda. All current programs and arrangements would be transferred to the new station manager. Amanda can continue to create
programs and provide other assistance. A mystery lover with time on his/her hands or a group that can divide the chores would be perfect fit. The broadcasting and website costs are low.

If you're interested, e-mail Amanda at to discuss details.

Participation Positives

So very tired. So full of barbecue.

Otherwise, it was a good holiday weekend. Spent much of it at the farm, where I managed to read five books in between match sets and aces, and Greg Biffle's (I know, who?) victory in Daytona. I've been to that race before, before it switched to night. My skin is still peeling.

New cranks on the mountain bike, too. Hope they don't fail me on our vacation, wherever it is we're going. We had agreed on Bryson City again this year, but Malc is now leaning toward Charlottesville. Whatever we choose, it won't be for a while since I need to get in more mileage; lost quite a bit of training after last year's accident.

...and Serena was her name...

Yeah, baby, she's got it!

Get with the scene

Next time you're at your local B&N or Borders, please check the magazine section for Mystery Scene. Lisa Scottoline is on the cover this month, and inside they are supposed to have my author's essay on writing Saints. I haven't been able to find the issue here.

No longer aggravated about aggregation

Attention! Attention! Father Mulcahy, report to OR

A member of the Catholic Writers Association is seeking Korean War veterans to research a story she is writing. She is looking in particular for somebody who served as chaplain, and looking for women who can offer a 'state-side' perspective of the war (e.g., a wife with a soldier overseas). Let me know if you can help; I'll put her in touch with you.

To think I believed he fell into that same pit that swallowed up Ritchie Cunningham's older brother

Remember Lyman, Odie's original owner? One day he was just another foil in the Garfield strip, the next a faded memory. Melonpool has a theory on what happened to him.

For the record, there really was no beekeeper in the Village People

Note: Joke is only funny if you've seen the SNL skit about Napster and Congress with Conan O'Brian.

Victor, too, is having problems with his comment boxes. People comment, but the count remains at zero, which is why I switched. However, I did not dump YACCS completely. Had it been working correctly I would have noticed this comment earlier:

Firstly, thanks for mentioning my website, Secondly, it's not so lonely at all here in NYC's Village. Good luck to you. God Bless and again, thanks. RJ

This refers to a long ago post I made about Randy "The Cowboy" Jones's website. I can still see him dancing in that "Milkshake" video from Can't Stop the Music (here's a very funny recap of that film, glitter credits and all). He was a much better dancer than Bruce Jenner.

Speaking of the Village People, did you know Phylicia "I'm not Bill Cosby's wife, but I play her on TV" Rashad was once married to the Police Officier? Saw it on E! True Hollywood Story. Good Lord, I just now admitted I watch that show. Why. Can't. I. Stop. Typing?

Turns out the A/C isn't on the fritz, but that hasn't stopped Malc from looking at new cars (his favorite hobby). That his parents are visiting for the holiday helps matters less, because he and his dad will spend the weekend roaming from lot to lot. Once they were gone for three days straight and returned home with full beards and tattered pants, just like that guy who opens Monty Python's Flying Circus.

Honestly, I'll be glad for normalcy. We hope to be settled completely after the holiday. Until now, we can only watch PBS because it comes in best on the antenna. Last night was a rather interesting documentary on present-day "gladiators." I thought at first we were watching some kind of show on the Society for Creative Anachronism, but these people were mainly British military who were taking the fighting very seriously. It's interesting to know that we are not really that far removed from ancient times - the gladiator fights of old were no different from the WWE of today. Can you smell what Maximus is cooking?

Don't I know it

Yahoo News: Hollywood bid farewell to Katharine Hepburn Monday by placing a showy wreath of flowers on its most famous boulevard -- but spelled her name wrong on the bouquet. Let's hope the US Postal Service gets it right, because you know there's going to be a stamp in the next few years.

People have been spelling my name wrong for years. For some reason people want to transpose the R and Y in my name, spelling it Kathyrn, when it should be Kathryn. Sometimes people want to insert an E in there as well. Once in my high school journalism class we produced an issue of the Rebel Review where my name was spelled correctly, and the teacher proceeded to chew out the copy editor about my name being misspelled. The poor fella was almost in tears before I got there to make things right. I won't even go into the various misspellings of my maiden name (Beyerle), much less the mispronunciations.

So, it is KATHRYN, after Kathryn Grayson, the actress. Get it right or I'll sic Nihil on you.

Only some random number days until Genny goes to college.

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Beatle Album: Magical Mystery Tour
Beatle Era: Hamburg
Beatle Film Character: Paul's Grandfather
Beatle Kid: Dhani Harrison
Beatle Song: "Yellow Submarine"
Brady Bunch: Greg
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Cartoon Dog: Snoopy
Catholic order: St. John Bosco
Cheers: Norm!
Christmas Carol: Silent Night
Cocktail: Bloody Mary
Dante's Inferno: Purgatory
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Decade: the 60s
Disney Princess: Belle
Drew Carey Career: Human Resources
Edward Gorey: Gashleycrumb
Elvis: 50s
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Inner Sexy Cartoon Chick: Wilma Flintstone
Internet Addict: 45%
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Jedi: Knight
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Journal Rating: PG-13
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LifeSaver: lemon
Lone Gunmen: Byers
LoTR: Legolas
M&M: blue
Madonna: Soul
M*A*S*H: Hawkeye
Monkees: Micky
Movie for Me: Forrest Gump
Muppet: Fozzie
Music god: Sting
Narnia: The Magician's Nephew
Old Movie: Citizen Kane
Parrothead: True
Peanuts: Linus
Retro Girl: Seductive Pin-Up
Rugrats: Angelica
Simpsons: Disco Stu
Star Trek: Spock
Star Trek race: Human
Store to Loot: Mega Grocer
Three's Company: Janet
Tolkien Beliefs: Conservative
Ugly Prom Dress: 80s
US City: Atlanta
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Whose Line?: Colin Mochrie
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Willy Wonka: Veruca
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