<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270</id><updated>2009-01-03T11:01:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the Little Red Menace</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of an independent flimmaker</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/blogger_pub.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/atom.xml'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-5642985499513543056</id><published>2009-01-03T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:01:04.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Best Hair in a Male Performance goes to...</title><summary type='text'>

If you've seen this movie, you know what I'm talking about. The best hair scene is the one where Rourke is in a beauty salon telling the woman exactly how to do the highlights. Man. Rourke is back, and this girl is happy about it. 

I would also like to give a retroactive award for 2007 to Javier Bardiem, whose hair turn in No Country for Old Men will serve as an inspiration for all future </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/5642985499513543056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/5642985499513543056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2009/01/and-best-hair-in-male-performance-goes.html' title='And the Best Hair in a Male Performance goes to...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-4863901012674994907</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:00:00.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Hello there boys and girls. Want to know what I did last night? I made myself a kick ass dinner and holed up at home with a bottle of Prosecco - and wrote in my blog. Which means it's really tonight, but to you, it was last night. Make sense? It was a great time to reflect on the kind of year I had and the kind of year I want to have. 

For all that's happened in my life in 2008, nothing beats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/4863901012674994907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/4863901012674994907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-5239096968511836591</id><published>2007-03-25T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:35:37.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull up a Chair for The Dinner Party!</title><summary type='text'>

Yesterday, my friend Sunny and I went to the first weekend of the Brooklyn Art Museum's Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art. The main and now permanent attraction is Judy Chicago's great 70s installation "The Dinner Party". It depicts her idea of an intimate gathering of some of the greatest women in history who in their own way hugely impacted feminism and all areas of women's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/5239096968511836591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/5239096968511836591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/03/pull-up-chair-for-dinner-party.html' title='Pull up a Chair for The Dinner Party!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-1120538674146653724</id><published>2007-03-03T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:15:31.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top Ten Commandment Countdown!</title><summary type='text'>10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, manservant - basically any of his shit. 

9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors house (which I think should already have been covered in #10)

8. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.

7. Thou shalt not steal (unless it's downloading music)

6. Thou shalt not commit adultery (you all saw Fatal Attraction, right?)

5. Thou shalt not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/1120538674146653724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/1120538674146653724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/03/top-ten-commandment-countdown.html' title='The Top Ten Commandment Countdown!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-8557358631403489687</id><published>2007-02-22T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:55:04.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's GARBAGE!</title><summary type='text'>



I must love and miss Walter Matthau deep in my very soul as I dreamt of him last night. 

I was at my family's place and my mother had just turned on the TV to watch the Oscars. I begged her to turn it off because I just REALLY didn't want to watch. I had also stated that the only thing that would we worth watching was the Ennio Morricone tribute. 

Then I asked my mother who else was getting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/8557358631403489687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/8557358631403489687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/02/now-its-garbage.html' title='Now it&apos;s GARBAGE!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-117045638408563335</id><published>2007-02-02T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:46:24.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace not yours.</title><summary type='text'>So I just found out that King Henry VIII has a MySpace page. Here is his quote:

"It ain't easy being beasty...just remember- bros before hoes dude"

This doesn't surprise me. 

Among his top friends are Marie Antoinnette, Lord Byron and Chuck Norris.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/117045638408563335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/117045638408563335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/02/myspace-not-yours.html' title='MySpace not yours.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116839938076008556</id><published>2007-01-09T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:23:00.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Odors and Subway Superheroes.</title><summary type='text'>


Yikes! That smell. 

Stories like this make me love this town. 

First up, last week, a 50 year old construction worker saved a 20 year old man from getting creamed by an oncoming train. Seems the young man fell off the platform after having some sort of "medical episode". He happened to miss the rails and fell in the space between the them. The other man, making a quick decision after seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116839938076008556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116839938076008556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/01/mysterious-odors-and-subway.html' title='Mysterious Odors and Subway Superheroes.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116767360254188593</id><published>2007-01-01T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:11:05.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>


I hope you all had a more fun time than I. I came back from a long and great trip to Northern California with a wicked bad cold that pretty much leveled me yesterday. So this marks my first completely sober New Years Eve since, well, I guess since I was a kid. 

Oddly, since I had decided that my focus for 2007 is my health, the universe tested me. There were moments yesterday that I thought I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116767360254188593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116767360254188593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116606561876943337</id><published>2006-12-13T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:08:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toss up.</title><summary type='text'>

I can't decide who looks the weirdest in this photo. Although I guess Patrick Cassidy (far right) looks the least strange. 

All three, plus Shaun, are part of a star studded Sondheim extravaganza happening in LA in March. That's super exciting. especially if you're a Sondheim geek. 

Gary, I think you should go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116606561876943337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116606561876943337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/12/toss-up.html' title='Toss up.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116563110683406726</id><published>2006-12-08T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:25:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116563110683406726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116563110683406726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/12/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m just sayin&apos;.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116520515799145689</id><published>2006-12-03T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:05:58.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beales on Broadway.</title><summary type='text'>

I saw Grey Gardens on Broadway today. Might I say that the Beales are the most compelling characters on the Great White Way at this moment. As most of you must know, it's a musical based on the eerie Maysles Brothers documentary from the 70s. 

Christine Ebersole, who plays Big Edie in Act One and Little Edie in Act Two, was out. She's the star of the show. But her understudy, Maureen Moore, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116520515799145689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116520515799145689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/12/beales-on-broadway.html' title='The Beales on Broadway.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116476108384043008</id><published>2006-11-28T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:55:25.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Broadway Melody.</title><summary type='text'>

Here's why Broadway is making me happy:

1) Kevin Spacey is coming to town in March for a production of Eugene O'Neill's "Moon for the Misbegotten", currently showing at the Old Vic in London. As some of you know, Spacey's been the artistic director of the Old Vic for several years. I think he mostly decided that Hollywood could go fuck itself, although I guess he'll kick down an appearance in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116476108384043008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116476108384043008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/11/thats-broadway-melody.html' title='That&apos;s the Broadway Melody.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116420773245482932</id><published>2006-11-22T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:02:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Robert Altman</title><summary type='text'>(a really cool pic of Altman would be here if blogger actually worked)

One of my absolute favorite filmmakers passed away Monday night at the age of 81. Creator of such timeless films as Nashville, McCabe and Mrs Miller, M.A.S.H., The Player, Short Cuts.....god, the list seems endless. Admittedly I haven't loved all of his films, but the gems still shine incredibly bright. 

I loved Altman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116420773245482932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116420773245482932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/11/rip-robert-altman.html' title='R.I.P. Robert Altman'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116276386921518364</id><published>2006-11-05T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:57:49.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unbelievable Truth</title><summary type='text'>



I cannot believe that Adrienne Shelley has died, and in such a horrific way. There's already so much written about it that I don't think I have anything profound to add.  Like many others, I found out about her through Hal Hartley films. I've always thought she was special and interesting, especially since most actors in the system are so far from that. She set the standard for so called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116276386921518364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116276386921518364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/11/unbelievable-truth.html' title='The Unbelievable Truth'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-116032258412498368</id><published>2006-10-08T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:32:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be alive.</title><summary type='text'>I took yesterday off from everything. Friends, family, obligations - everything. I needed to clear my head. 

So I went to a graveyard. As I said to a friend yesterday on the phone, it's an appropriate place to go and think about your life. It's humbling knowing that someday you'll wind up in one. Hopefully later rather than sooner. 

Late the night before, I read a brief description of an annual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116032258412498368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/116032258412498368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/10/its-good-to-be-alive.html' title='It&apos;s good to be alive.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115819131578756098</id><published>2006-09-13T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:48:35.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin.</title><summary type='text'>If you're one of those people who is killing stingrays just because that Crocodile Hunter got killed by one, you're a DICK.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115819131578756098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115819131578756098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/09/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m just sayin.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115751698295578315</id><published>2006-09-06T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:57:42.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it up for the West Indies!</title><summary type='text'>

Forget Labor Day! Yesterday was the West Indian American parade here in my lovely neighborhood of Crown Heights, Brooklyn! I live just two blocks away from the Eastern Parkway where the action was. It was easily one of the best parties around and it continued into the wee hours.  All of the important New York politicians were there and about every cop in Brooklyn. 

I've just put up pics on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115751698295578315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115751698295578315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/09/give-it-up-for-west-indies.html' title='Give it up for the West Indies!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115714684115916164</id><published>2006-09-01T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:42:13.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post.</title><summary type='text'>

WOW. I just noticed that I haven't written in my blog in over a month. What does that say to the world about me? Perhaps I am one of those lazy miscreants that can't maintain a blog? Although I'd like to think I've just been busy having a rockin' summer in New York! 

Since there is a lot of miscellaneous crap in my head, I am just going to blurt out some random thoughts. Like to read em, here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115714684115916164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115714684115916164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115324786805082307</id><published>2006-07-18T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:52:14.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With all due respect..</title><summary type='text'>what the HELL??? 

My nameless but not imaginary friend and I went to a free advance screening of the new Woody Allen film "Scoop" last night. It was hot as blazes outside so we were excited about the idea of sitting in an air conditioned theater for a couple of hours. For that, I'd see a movie by Satan himself. Or even Speilberg.

We had checked in for our tickets and were waiting in a very long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115324786805082307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115324786805082307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/07/with-all-due-respect.html' title='With all due respect..'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115289015411107220</id><published>2006-07-14T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:15:54.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Bests</title><summary type='text'>Here's my one and only obnoxious "bests" list. Some of it's NY specific. 

Liketoreadithereitgo...

Best reason to buy a hybrid car: George Clooney and Leo DeCaprio own them, and those guys are HOTT. 

Best gratuitous cursing on television: Deadwood. I mean, really, what the fuck?

Best reason to have children: everyone in Hollywood is doing it. 

Musical double bill that may want to make you put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115289015411107220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115289015411107220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/07/personal-bests.html' title='Personal Bests'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115143978179632498</id><published>2006-06-27T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:23:01.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this true?</title><summary type='text'>

And if so, why was I not informed?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115143978179632498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115143978179632498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/06/is-this-true.html' title='Is this true?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-115040546333045137</id><published>2006-06-15T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:04:23.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Update!</title><summary type='text'>I have nothing to say to you people. 




In case you haven't noticed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115040546333045137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/115040546333045137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/06/important-update.html' title='Important Update!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-114874357148508639</id><published>2006-05-27T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:26:11.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This neighborhood is bootylicious!</title><summary type='text'>


This store is catty corner from my building in Washington Heights. Yeah, I've been living up here EAST of Broadway for almost ten months now. But sadly my sublet is coming to an end and I'm leaving very soon. The good news is that I'm moving to Brooklyn. But I will surely miss it here - my lovely Dominican neighborhood. 

I'll miss the Dunkin Donuts around the corner. They knew exactly how I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114874357148508639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114874357148508639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/05/this-neighborhood-is-bootylicious.html' title='This neighborhood is bootylicious!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-114781103375641915</id><published>2006-05-16T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:23:53.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach Attack!!</title><summary type='text'>

Last night I found out about the most incredibly genius bit of television programming EVER. The good folks at MTV2's "Adult Swim" have obtained the right to air the most ridiculous episodes of "Saved by the Bell" on their program. It's absolutely amazing. 

The episode I saw was entitled "Zach Attack".  Zach and pals form a super cheesy rock band that becomes world renowned. Of course, the fame</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114781103375641915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114781103375641915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/05/zach-attack.html' title='Zach Attack!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030270.post-114688551485419878</id><published>2006-05-05T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:43:38.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I could do this, but I don't wanna.</title><summary type='text'>

For those of you who don't know, David Blaine is up to his latest stunt. He's living underwater in a glass sphere outside of the Julliard School in Lincoln Center for a week. This stunt will end on Monday evening as he will emerge only to be wrapped in heavy chains and dropped back into the tank. He will then attempt to hold his breath for a record nine minutes while busting out of said chains.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114688551485419878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030270/posts/default/114688551485419878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredmenace.com/weblog1/2006/05/i-could-do-this-but-i-dont-wanna.html' title='I could do this, but I don&apos;t wanna.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059290175058722816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>