<?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-5050335981981627281</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:18:23.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel Progress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050335981981627281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelprogress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drinkmusicnow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806656191646015994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Sb2CrSZsPE/SUaZRp0b7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vDw-GAhhgGk/S220/Embossed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050335981981627281.post-7253006031373868613</id><published>2009-01-19T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:38:00.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3...2...1...beep</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I sat down to a standard Wednesday evening at Buffalo Wild Wings in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monroeville&lt;/span&gt; with a few close friends of mine. The conversation towards the end of the eve turned to me and my severe lack of cinematic consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies. And, if I do say so myself, I feel that I have a pretty decent taste in movies (with the exception, perhaps, of my obsession with Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; movies...but &lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine&lt;/em&gt; was good, right??). The issue lies not in the movies that I have seen that I consider "good," but in the good movies that I have yet to see for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Last week (I'm 25 by the way) I saw Casablanca for the FIRST TIME!! That should be a misdemeanor some how. Not necessarily a felony, but at LEAST a misdemeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my artsy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fartsy&lt;/span&gt;, liberal-minded (mostly), sponge-brained, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freekin&lt;/span&gt;-awesome friends had something to say about this problem (after all, the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one). For about an hour and a half, my mentors and sponsors began the process of intervention. We filled two standard-issue bar food napkins with movies from every conceivable genre, director, topic, and smell. Yes...smell. &lt;em&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest &lt;/em&gt;smells like latex. Prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The purpose of this blog: to track my progress of cinematic education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my list. I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; account. I got my new (to me) comfy chair. And now, thanks to the power of the Internets, I've got YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post will be the list. I want everyone to send me their picks - favorites, hate-its, must-sees. And after I watch a flick, I'll tell you what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it...this could be fun. Well, at least for those of you making fun of me for being a musical theater supporter who has never seen &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; front to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this. 3...2...1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050335981981627281-7253006031373868613?l=reelprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7253006031373868613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reelprogress.blogspot.com/2009/01/321beep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050335981981627281/posts/default/7253006031373868613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050335981981627281/posts/default/7253006031373868613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelprogress.blogspot.com/2009/01/321beep.html' title='3...2...1...beep'/><author><name>drinkmusicnow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806656191646015994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Sb2CrSZsPE/SUaZRp0b7jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vDw-GAhhgGk/S220/Embossed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
