<?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-3271604034004414153</id><updated>2011-12-01T02:37:53.987-08:00</updated><category term='articles'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='letters to santa'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='today show'/><category term='Frank Oz'/><category term='Kermit'/><category term='books'/><category term='tv-special'/><category term='interviews'/><category term='fanfiction'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Miss Piggy'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='episode guide'/><category term='muppets'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Silly stuff'/><title type='text'>Swinehearts</title><subtitle type='html'>It's time to bring back the romance!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-2289589414663126480</id><published>2010-01-06T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:16:57.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vol a vont</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;Ladies and gentlefrogs, please don your hard-hats and get thee to a volunteering centre today!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Or just click on the link below to access the wonderful new site filled with Muppety goodness and to find out who is adjusting Miss Piggys tool-belt and leaving her diamond earings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="425" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://disneyparksgive.com/flash_embed.php?videoCode=8xsU2tX62NV79Wl444c9"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="videoCode=8xsU2tX62NV79Wl444c9"&gt;&lt;param name="BGCOLOR" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://disneyparksgive.com/flash_embed.php?videoCode=8xsU2tX62NV79Wl444c9" quality="high" width="425" height="292" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="videoCode=8xsU2tX62NV79Wl444c9" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"&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/3271604034004414153-2289589414663126480?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2289589414663126480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=2289589414663126480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2289589414663126480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2289589414663126480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/vol-vont.html' title='Vol a vont'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6357470102680122878</id><published>2009-12-17T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:26:14.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippi Muppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Spotted: KTF answering interview questions in an elevator. One of our spies *ahem* reporters overheard him chatting busily on the phone to Clarion Ledger (a Mississippi based website) about his home-swamp, being green, current projects, Muppets Gone Wild, Pitchers, Pitches and Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;About his relationship status, he was heard stating this: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I have not moved on. Well, actually, I have, but Miss Piggy has followed. So yes. We're still together. But, as I've said before, we have a professional relationship. I think that we're professionals, and she thinks we have a relationship. It's not dysfunctional, it's my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;To read more about his life, go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clarionledger.com/article/20091217/FEAT05/912170323"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6357470102680122878?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6357470102680122878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6357470102680122878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6357470102680122878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6357470102680122878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/mississippi-muppets.html' title='Mississippi Muppets'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6620432650996093869</id><published>2009-12-17T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:23:03.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gophers, Tigers and Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;This week has been filled with scandal related to Gophers and Tigers. It really is a jungle out there and...Oh! Wait...Sorry, my editor is just informing me it's scandal related to a Golfer named Tiger...So...That's far less jungle...far more walk in the park...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Anyway, Miss Piggy weighed in with her opinion of the matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20331127,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;. (WEIGHED!????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6620432650996093869?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6620432650996093869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6620432650996093869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6620432650996093869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6620432650996093869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/gophers-tigers-and-pigs.html' title='Gophers, Tigers and Pigs'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-5243131163279762537</id><published>2009-12-16T04:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:37:10.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyeater on Popeater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Who knew that a conference call, when released online, would hit ten-million practically overnight and stay in the top 30 of the charts for any number of days? (And, no, we are not talking about the Watergate Nixon calls...which I'm sure, if released on iTunes, would do the same) We are talking, naturalle', about the Muppets Bohemian Rhapsody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;And so is Kermit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popeater.com/2009/12/15/kermit-the-frog-talks-queen-christmas/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Highlights of this cute, funny interview, include the questions: What are you getting Miss Piggy for Christmas? and How are things between you and Miss Piggy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;And answers involving relationships that seem to change day to day, mistletoe and breakfast....yeah, at Tiffanys (not necessary in that order).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-5243131163279762537?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5243131163279762537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=5243131163279762537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5243131163279762537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5243131163279762537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/flyeater-on-popeater.html' title='Flyeater on Popeater'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-1016191191814671997</id><published>2009-12-09T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:39:16.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SyAKwDtEeDI/AAAAAAAAEw0/MJb6gKDJC5w/s1600-h/Piggy+BoRhap+Advert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SyAKwDtEeDI/AAAAAAAAEw0/MJb6gKDJC5w/s320/Piggy+BoRhap+Advert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413338572843677746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Press Release: Subsequent to the *ahem* unfortunate release of a recent conference call between the frog and colleges, it has come to our attention that this...Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody is ravishing the web with its wonder. Hencewith, we are now urging all who wish (upon a Christmas star) to see this officially released as a single for Christmas to join with us in ensuring that Miss Piggy, Kermit and the Muppets reign in the charts for Christmas (preferably overtaking that young upstart Joseph whose tipped to win the Factor of X...) Join the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=181703952910&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;group!&lt;/a&gt; Buy the single! Sing-le along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-1016191191814671997?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1016191191814671997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=1016191191814671997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1016191191814671997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1016191191814671997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/release-me.html' title='Release me!'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SyAKwDtEeDI/AAAAAAAAEw0/MJb6gKDJC5w/s72-c/Piggy+BoRhap+Advert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6910323208794668980</id><published>2009-12-07T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:09:50.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo-ham-ian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;When Kermie got the Muppets together for a conference call recently, someone obviously recorded it because a few days later this footage came online...It includes a final moment from Miss Piggy, looking fantasticly draped across a piano...Something tells me it's not the first call from Kermit to Piggy that ended that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6910323208794668980?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6910323208794668980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6910323208794668980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6910323208794668980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6910323208794668980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-kermie-got-muppets-together-for.html' title='Bo-ham-ian Rhapsody'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-7860741690219636065</id><published>2009-12-05T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:08:51.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters to santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Piggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kermit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Today IS the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Today (Actually, yesterday) the dynamic duo made a fan-wonderful appearance on the Today show. Miss Piggy looked wonderful in her black and white puffed sleeved coat, now decorat'ed with a little Christmassy broach in red. Miss Piggy's hair was styled in curls, and she looks well indeed despite having picked up a teensy-little swamp cold. Kermit seemed chirpy, perched on the back of the sofa and even planted a little little kiss from la-female host while Piggy's back was turned...but the jokes on her, that's how Piggy caught her cold! (Plus, as Kermit released an official statement, "I strive to be a better amphibian," Piggy seemed to forgive him quickly, and began cooing over a baby crying in the audience...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"It's not ours!" Kermit insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"But it could be..." Piggy replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Can I mention, her eyes, her face expressions, and her entire manner was utterly wonderful in this appearance. They seem so comfortable together, and the chemistry is electric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891#34256149"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891#34257384"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Hi ho! and Kissy Kissy. -SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWZES9oZI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Wlki4m71PQM/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWZES9oZI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Wlki4m71PQM/s320/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732890889068946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Kermit and Miss Piggy seemed at ease appearing together on the Today Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWY6R-RJI/AAAAAAAAEt8/iR0bI0xJ0mo/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWY6R-RJI/AAAAAAAAEt8/iR0bI0xJ0mo/s320/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732888200561810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The host got lucky with a little smoochie from Kermie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWYgPDIwI/AAAAAAAAEt0/wi4QEr9MVCM/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWYgPDIwI/AAAAAAAAEt0/wi4QEr9MVCM/s320/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732881208976130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Poor Piggy seemed to be suffering from a cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWYT7Bv3I/AAAAAAAAEts/d6TrSIIo-2A/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWYT7Bv3I/AAAAAAAAEts/d6TrSIIo-2A/s320/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732877903773554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;But that didn't stop her from talking about the possibilities of having babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWXzlRNNI/AAAAAAAAEtk/qEhtG5uKos4/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWXzlRNNI/AAAAAAAAEtk/qEhtG5uKos4/s320/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411732869222577362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-7860741690219636065?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7860741690219636065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=7860741690219636065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7860741690219636065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7860741690219636065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-day.html' title='Today IS the day!'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxpWZES9oZI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Wlki4m71PQM/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+05122009+124146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-846427618127306584</id><published>2009-12-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:17:15.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Muppety Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Ah-heh! We stumbled across this footage (Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.toughpigs.com/"&gt;TP&lt;/a&gt;) of our favourite Pig and Frog rehearsing at the Rockefeller Centre before their gig later tonight...Seems that they have their body-guards close on 'hand' in the video, but ignore those bearded-weirdoes and watch our beloved weirdoes instead! Gonzo and Rizzo have wonderful voices for the song, but it becomes a perfect moment when all the others join them. I mean just LOOK at that hat! Those gloves! That coat! Those cuffs! (For anyone interested...an imitation of this coat is already on sale &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/Hype-Girls-Belted-Coat-with-Faux-Fur-Collar-and-Cuffs/4188475/product.html?cid=133635"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...Get ahead of the trend, young fashionettas.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFMNmLGnFEc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFMNmLGnFEc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The frog looks VERY snuggleable in that winter coat with the orange hood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-846427618127306584?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/846427618127306584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=846427618127306584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/846427618127306584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/846427618127306584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-muppety-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Muppety Time of the Year'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6849296254361588573</id><published>2009-12-02T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:36:31.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about a face and a book?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxZepuS6KJI/AAAAAAAAEss/hmAZCpeghAE/s1600-h/piggy+chrismas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxZepuS6KJI/AAAAAAAAEss/hmAZCpeghAE/s320/piggy+chrismas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410616073227217042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Scooter! Have you been uploading private holiday snaps of Pig and Frog huggies onto Facebook again!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Actually, no, honestly, Boss, it wasn't him...It was, in fact, the official Mupepts Studio facebook page which has been steadily uploading a bundle of cute, Christmasy Kermit (Kristmassy Cermit?) pictures onto their page. Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/MuppetsStudio/177534557034"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to become a fan and gain access to some old and some new pictures of the green one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6849296254361588573?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6849296254361588573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6849296254361588573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6849296254361588573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6849296254361588573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-about-face-and-book.html' title='Something about a face and a book?'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxZepuS6KJI/AAAAAAAAEss/hmAZCpeghAE/s72-c/piggy+chrismas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6115477685612203207</id><published>2009-12-01T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:18:59.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly Kerm Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxWjVPDccaI/AAAAAAAAEsk/8UMm7hhA_Rs/s1600/Anton-Du-Beke_1496068c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxWjVPDccaI/AAAAAAAAEsk/8UMm7hhA_Rs/s320/Anton-Du-Beke_1496068c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410410112569078178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ooh, and seems that last weekend the simply lovely Laila Rouass (there are a LOT of vowels in that name, by the way...would someone please pass over the Scrabble board) *ahem*...that the lovely Laila claimed Miss Piggy was her inspiration, her muse, her hero, her idol, that she worships the very ground she walks on that--...Okay, so, she basically said that Miss Piggy was her inspiration for some sort of tango, but that's practically the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Laila, of Footballers' Wives fame (that's Soccer-Players' Girlfriends, to Americans), said: "My inspiration is coming from Miss Piggy, actually, that's who my character is." She later said, "You've got to project and really overdo it." Which I suppose means...she likes to *ahem* ham it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Still, it was cute for Piggy to be remembered as the fierce, over-the-top, tangoing diva of her day. Plus, it takes two to tango...so Kermit, watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;See the original report &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/strictly-come-dancing/6671714/Strictly-Come-Dancing-Laila-Rouass-inspired-by-Miss-Piggy-from-The-Muppets.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6115477685612203207?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6115477685612203207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6115477685612203207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6115477685612203207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6115477685612203207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/strictly-kerm-dancing.html' title='Strictly Kerm Dancing'/><author><name>MattDrapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411768708877161768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOJq88q9lWQ/TgCly_9DhWI/AAAAAAAAFCk/5DLTifOIJ_I/s220/Beau%2BThe%2BPirate.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Smrq579ZjCU/SxWjVPDccaI/AAAAAAAAEsk/8UMm7hhA_Rs/s72-c/Anton-Du-Beke_1496068c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-4971428703398238515</id><published>2009-12-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:07:10.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/SxU-Od8XimI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7JjzQqAW-Js/s1600/kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/SxU-Od8XimI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7JjzQqAW-Js/s320/kp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410298945632438882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today saw the première of Kermit and sweet Tiffany Thornton's music video, I Believe, and far from the typical Muppet fare of guest-star meets Kermit, falls in love, and they sing about tadpoles and fish together (*cough*&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFl8Y8rPk74&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; Julie Andrews&lt;/a&gt;, you know who you are. *cough*) Within this beautiful little Christmas song,  Kermit remains devoted to his sweetheart...carefully writing a name tag addressed to his dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radio.disney.go.com/watch/musicvideos/index.html?video=flvs/TiffaniThorntonKermit_IBelieve"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-4971428703398238515?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4971428703398238515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=4971428703398238515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4971428703398238515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4971428703398238515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-believe-in-romance.html' title='I Believe in Romance'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/SxU-Od8XimI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7JjzQqAW-Js/s72-c/kp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-5225132215647926642</id><published>2008-01-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:59.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack quack "quack" quack!</title><content type='html'>Quack! Quack quack quack quack, quack quack quack quack quack quack. Quack quack Quack quack quack -- quack quack quack, quack -- quck quack quack quack quack quack! Quack quack quack. Quack quack quack quack quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R4jjUn5jLDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UqqM6XmXMcw/s1600-h/21-781640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154619716972784690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R4jjUn5jLDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UqqM6XmXMcw/s200/21-781640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack, quack quack-quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack quack quack quack. Excuse us for living! Quack quack quack quack quackk quack quack. Quack quack quack quack quack quack, quack quack quack quack. Quack quack! quack quack quack &lt;a href="http://www.toughpigs.com/"&gt;ToughPigs&lt;/a&gt;. Quack Quack quackquack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, quack quack (quack quack quack quack) quack quack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack quack quack quack quack! Quack quack quack quack. Quack quack quack, quack quack, quack, quack, quack quack quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack quack quack quack quack? Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sheesh! Animal! Would you get in here and get those penguins off the keyboard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-5225132215647926642?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5225132215647926642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=5225132215647926642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5225132215647926642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5225132215647926642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/quack-quack-quack-quack.html' title='Quack quack &quot;quack&quot; quack!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R4jjUn5jLDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UqqM6XmXMcw/s72-c/21-781640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-2704280852975996359</id><published>2008-01-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:03:36.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Dion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thought you'd "Celine" it all? (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A painful pun, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;segues&lt;/span&gt; nicely&lt;/span&gt;) Apparently we havn't yet, as Miss Piggy reminds the delicious Dion to next time maybe...put some clothes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But seriously (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;serious? really? ahhaaahaaahaaha&lt;/span&gt;!) Shhh. But seriously, Celine Dion stunned the nation once again the other night with her amazing talent, her graceful heart (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which will, by the way, go on&lt;/span&gt;), and her marvelous selection of wardrobe. She was hosting something of an informal interview to a room packed with celebrities wishing to know about her life from golf, to Christmas, to Vegas and back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her final ques-dion (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's another&lt;/span&gt;) came from truely the world's greatest diva, Miss Piggy, who thanked her for warming the audience for her return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dion seemed delighted to see the only super-star who could hold a candle to her divadom, and it was delightful to see Miss Piggy back on British TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVs0DyAuUUQ&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVs0DyAuUUQ&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This video was provided by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/profile?user=MPiggyClips"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MPiggyClips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of the YouTube Empire, a mysterious benefactor who has provided the youtube and Piggy-loving community with a monolyth of MissPiggyClips! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-2704280852975996359?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2704280852975996359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=2704280852975996359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2704280852975996359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2704280852975996359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-must-dion.html' title='The Show Must Dion'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-9180208371888315548</id><published>2007-12-22T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:59.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Kermistmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R20uQX5jLBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6PSI3mrKSnA/s1600-h/kermistmas+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146820807982525458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R20uQX5jLBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6PSI3mrKSnA/s400/kermistmas+memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We found this image lurking about the web, and thought it summed up our feelings perfectly. Years of magical moments and ushy gushy memories for the frog and the pig to recall upon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christmas from the Swinehearts Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R20te35jLAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SvtXGSB5Bv8/s1600-h/kermistmas+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R20tLX5jK_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/MreJUAC5bew/s1600-h/kermistmas+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-9180208371888315548?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9180208371888315548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=9180208371888315548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9180208371888315548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9180208371888315548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-kermistmas.html' title='Merry Kermistmas'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/R20uQX5jLBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6PSI3mrKSnA/s72-c/kermistmas+memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-7127024406397571143</id><published>2007-11-11T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:16:03.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy Takes UK shows by Storm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once again proving that she is a woman who will go to the far corners of the Earth to promote her show, Piggy returned to the rain-drenched isle of sunny Great Britian and agreed to give a wide variety of interviews from GMTV's LK Today to the Radio 1 studio (sadly not the live-lounge, although we'd love to have heard her cover Amy Winehouse or Leona Lewis as neither of their everlasting note-holding can hold an everlasting candle to that fantastic Never Before, Never again finale).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With LK, Piggy chatted about her work, the artists she has worked with, her curves, and the old double-0 situation. She also discussed the future...and how she wants to skydive off Mt Everest. Good luck with that, we say. And bet she would do it alright...with style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HwVmQG6bgM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HwVmQG6bgM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8L4xlAlrJU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8L4xlAlrJU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy also had a British reporter stop by, whose lame attempts to flirt do nothing to rival her frog -- instead managing only to rile up the pig. "Ham-let"? Really? Is that joke still out there? Please, dear, go out and find some writer's who arn't striking and return for interviews with our diva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtGYxlePWyE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtGYxlePWyE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later, Piggy paused to discuss the show with Natalie Jamieson and firmly put her in place. Literally. "You stay there...I'll just go over here." Kudous on avoiding a confrontation with the whole Kylie thing, Piggy. You know and we know that he's your frog, would Kylie kindly step aside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy also explained how she likes to surprise her victims with a little kara-te from time to time. So future reporters...do watch your step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rotFcrV4JXU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rotFcrV4JXU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally...Miss Piggy's appearence on Loose Women last week has been posted online, so you can view it here. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2s6ws-4GIg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2s6ws-4GIg&amp;rel=1" 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/3271604034004414153-7127024406397571143?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7127024406397571143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=7127024406397571143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7127024406397571143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7127024406397571143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/piggy-takes-uk-shows-by-storm.html' title='Piggy Takes UK shows by Storm!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-5282019912108772545</id><published>2007-10-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:58:21.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Piggy on the loose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Appearing once more on British television, the fabulously dynamic Miss Piggy returned for an interview on Loose Women, and what a come back! Appearing in a ruby-red jacket with faux-fur collar and red-gloves, Miss Piggy stole the show as the 'ladies' asked her advice on a variety of issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Piggy made the easy decision to call all the presenters Ginger to save herself the difficulty of remembering their names...allow us to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ginger 1: "Miss Piggy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Kissy Kisssy! Oh thank you, thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Obviously you are the biggest celebrity we have ever had on this show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Obviously."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 2: "Goes without saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Goes without saying. I must say, this is my first time meeting all of you and, um, I'm just...I'm just not going to get your names straight, ok? I'm apologising up front&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to call you all Ginger. Ok? I hope you're ok with that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Listen, on the Muppet show you had amazing celebrities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: *interrupting* "Yes, Ginger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 2: "Do you have a favorite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Oh, we did, we did. Oh, we had so many. John Cleese and Julie Andrews and Elton John, oh, Rudolf Nerov...yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 3: "The ballet dancer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "What a DREAMBOAT he was. Oh yeah. We shared a scene. In a sauna. And boy was it HOT. Oh, let me tell YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Listen, just tell us, how've you managed to stay at the top of your game for so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Ooh, well, you know...I don't...I think my secret really lies is to work with genius."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 4: "Oh, like now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Don't let that get to your head. No, I'm talking about KERMIT! Kermit! Kermit is truly a genius, after all, he discovered moi. Ahh-heh-heh-ha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Oh, yeah, now speaking of kermit, you've been together for many years now. is there any sign of a wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "A really BIG sign, actually. Right outside his window. it says "Marry me NOW."-or else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 1: "Well, Miss piggy I'm...I don't know how to say--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "How'd you do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 2: "Exactly that way, actually. Marry me or else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Oh, will it work for moi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 2: "It will."&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Well, you see, the thing is I don't know how to break this to you, because I have a little bitsy confession to make regarding your beloved Kermit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "You mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Take a look at this."&lt;br /&gt;Cut to a few years past, where Ginger 1 is interviewing Kermit outside of Muppet Vision 3D.&lt;br /&gt;Ginger1: "You're going to the premier tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: "I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger1: "And...is Miss Piggy going with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: "Well...er...*looking around...snuggles closer, touches her arm* No. She's not. *clears throat*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Do you...do you have, have a date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: *whistles to self* Not really. I er...have a spare ticket."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Well, I'm...available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: "You are?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "For...tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: "For the...er...for the...*distracted by rubbing her arm* I love your jacket. Is that made of...Pig leather?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: *tries not to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cut to a little later when Kermit and Ginger 1 share a brief kiss.&lt;br /&gt;CUT BACK TO PIGGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "WHAT? What...um...which Ginger was that???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 1: "It meant nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 2: "This Ginger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "That was you??? That was YOU? Yeah, they've changed your hair. That's a good idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "What do you-yeah, listen, I have to ask your advice about the hair. You're a woman with beautiful long blonde locks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 1: "It's your, sort of, your signature look isn't it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Yes it is. *flips hair*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "As a woman myself with long blonde hair do you think there's a certain cut off point, you know,when you go over the forty mark, is it still ok to have long blonde hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Forty? Ahheheh. Dear, I'm in my early twenties. I have no idea about over forty but um...since you asked, let me look at you. I think its perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 2: "Aww..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "I have that same style sitting on a table in my dressing room. It's very nice but STAY AWAY FROM MY FROG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 1: *hands up* Just good friends!"&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 3:"Can I just butt in with my dilemma before there's a little...punch up...um..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Yes Ginger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 3: "I'm thinking of going into stand up comedy. Now can you give me some advice on putting down the hecklers? What's a killer line to put down any hecklers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Hecklers...hecklers...You know, um, I'm not really a stand up. I'm more in the tradition of *not sure* No. But, um, I'd say give them a good karate chop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 3: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "I'd say that'll shut em up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 3: "Thank you very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "I try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 4: "Look, you need to help me as well because, um, I like a pint. I like to go down the pub with my blokey mates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "*looking her up and down disdainfully* You're kidding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 4: "Do you think...do you honestly think I should be a bit more ladylike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "No...I think you're perfect JUST the way you are. Yes, yes, you're my kind of woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 3: "Awww..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "But, if you wanna get asked out...by men..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 4: "Well, I kind of do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Yeah, you might want to at least pretend to be a little more ladylike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ginger 4: *abashed*/*making faces at Piggy when her back is turned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Listen, I know its lying! I know it's a little bit like lying but, they're men. It's ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 4: "Ok, I'll try."&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Listen, Miss Piggy, thank you so much for taking time out of your...global schedule to come and spend some time with us I know that the DVD is out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Yes, yeah. Season 2, or series two...that sprits it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Are we going to have another series of the Muppets? Or are you too busy with the other aspects of your career and your love life to bother with that now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Well, well, my love life is very busy. But...no...um, maybe. Maybe someday. Something, sometime soon. You know, it's all top secret right now. Hush hush."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger 1: "Thank you SO much, Miss Piggy everybody!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Thank yoou!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-5282019912108772545?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5282019912108772545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=5282019912108772545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5282019912108772545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5282019912108772545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/miss-piggy-on-loose.html' title='Miss Piggy on the loose!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6891809431484641785</id><published>2007-10-28T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:59.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming, the goose is getting...skiing lessons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As unlikely as it may seem, Christmas is almost upon us (57 days?) and with this knowledge comes the panic attacks, the palpitations, and the blissful joy that is remembering to buy presents, seeking them out, and, finally, giving up and drinking hot chocolate instead by a roaring fire with a lady pig by your side...in a log cabin...far up in the woods...with the snow swishing past the windows...and the flames cracking...and a blanket...Oookay, it's possible I'm drifting off topic. *ahem* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What to get, is the question -- a questions that can be swiftly answered in a five-page alphabetized list from Miss Piggy, summoned from her filing cabinet of lists, letters, sticks of candy cane and coal -- although it can also be answered more simply, by reminding the reader that what they peruse and purchase must have a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you have seen your loved one hanging around the make-up stand at the local drug-store for a suspicious amount of time, then one choice is obvious: Under no circumstances buy her make-up, skin-care-treatment, strawberry and chocolate mud-packs, or spray-on-tan. If she has taken the time to loiter, she obviously cares very specifically for what she intends to buy, face-dressing-wise, therefore no matter what you pick out, it will not be the perfect thing for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Instead, what you buy must be well thought out and planned, purposed especially for her...What does she love? What are her hobbies? What movie left her in tears for hours (or days)? What makes her laugh? Does she like rings engraved with the words "Marry Me"? What is her favorite meal? Does she like chocolates with soft centres? Does she gaze hauntingly at that necklace with the emerald clasp? Does she hanker after a set of hankerchiefs with the little rose buds? Does she want to pick out the wedding china? What is her favorite shape? Who are her favorite singers? Has she mentioned a favotire author? Does she hope for a villa in Spain? Can you afford all these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Naturally, your answer is either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a. Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;b. Heavens no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c. *gulp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or d. *runs away screaming*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(If you answered 'Yes' to buying all these things, then please send me your name and address so that I can make sure Miss Piggy never introduces herself to you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you gulped or ran away, return! All is not lost. Here's what you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Find a gift-box in a mistletoe green, or a holly-berry (Halle Berry?) red. Be sure the box is large -- we're taking Elisa Doolittle's hat-box large. Now, fill said box with shredded tissue-paper in a variety of colours (or stick with the red/green theme), add some paper-roses if you have time to create them, or cut some rose-petals from red paper. Right. When the box is half filled, you are ready to begin with the filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First, chocolates. Find a variety-box of her favorites, wrap, and place amidst the bedding of paper. Next, something cute -- a toy puppy, a fluffy pillow, fluffy-dice, a stuffed snowman, something she will like and go "Awwww!" at. Add this to the box without wrapping. Find a dvd or book, or both, that she will simply adore -- alternately, buy Before You Leap and a Muppet Christmas Carol from any bargain bin -- wrap and add to the box. If she likes earrings, buy her a pair. She will love them, and she will look fantastic with them, so you both win. Wrap, add to box. Find something that matches her hobbies -- if she paints, something arty, if she sews, something sewy, if she shops...a gift voucher! Wrap and add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drop a note into the box. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;omething cute without being clingy.  Something you wouldn't mind her reading in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Get a photo-frame (you can get these at unexuperant prices) then print or find a photo she adores -- of yourself, or the two of you, or Prince William -- wrap and add. Throw in a bag of marshmallows, a set of wooden-skewers, and a bar of chocolate...this can be fondued later over an open fire, or gas-flame. Gloves or a scarf can be acquired and added if (and only IF) you know she will love and wear them. Don't wrap these, rather tie them with a loose bow and drop into the top of the box. Get a CD she will enjoy -- again, it doesn't have to be the latest, newest, most expensive CD, just one that she will love. Wrap and add. You can listen to it later while you fondue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally, sprinkle over the gifts with more shredded paper, silver or gold confetti, and some wrapped-sweets such as toffees, or strawberry chocolates. Close the lid of the box and wrap. place under the Christmas tree, then position a few carefully chosen small presents on top -- such as a book or dvd (whichever one you didn't put in the box), novelty-socks, or that singing-Christmas-tree that the two of you hate so much you love it. The plan is, she'll open these first and be surprised...then when she comes to the box she'll melt at the planning, time effort, and thought that has gone into every gift you've acquired for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now your only problem will be if she reads this post before you do, because you'll have a lot to live up to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alternantly...bake some ginger-bread and decorate as Piggy and Kermit. That should work. Yeah...that might be easier actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RySYs4yEFKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q-H9bPA0KUw/s1600-h/Piggy+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126390172778501282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RySYs4yEFKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q-H9bPA0KUw/s200/Piggy+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RySY54yEFLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/q1TbAlsrDJM/s1600-h/Kermie+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126390396116800690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RySY54yEFLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/q1TbAlsrDJM/s200/Kermie+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6891809431484641785?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6891809431484641785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6891809431484641785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6891809431484641785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6891809431484641785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/christmas-is-coming-goose-is.html' title='Christmas is coming, the goose is getting...skiing lessons?'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RySYs4yEFKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q-H9bPA0KUw/s72-c/Piggy+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-9147280606278718071</id><published>2007-10-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:00.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditto that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth Ditto&lt;/strong&gt; -- singer, writer, and comunist whose punk band Gossip is (says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Independant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; "on the verge of completing a rags-to-riches journey to the dizzy heights of global stardom," -- recently admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ted in an interview with Advocate Magazine that she concidered Miss Piggy to be her very stylish inspiration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RwgGO1eDcaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3NoZyQZhDTw/s1600-h/icon_bethditto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118347828447637922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RwgGO1eDcaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3NoZyQZhDTw/s200/icon_bethditto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I love fashion," Ms Ditto says, "but it's just not fair. Here's the deal: fashion should be for everyone...Fashion is one thing – I love style. Those are two different things. Fashion is a product that can be bought and sold and is made for you, and style is something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RwgGaFeDcbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3ffA6Wg-xY0/s1600-h/PF_920705~Miss-Piggy-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118348021721166258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RwgGaFeDcbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3ffA6Wg-xY0/s200/PF_920705~Miss-Piggy-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that you get up and you do it to yourself every morning. Fashion is a product, but style is a way of life. You can't buy style, it's an instinct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Black eyeliner," she states, "is amazing -- anyone from Johnny Depp to Siouxsie Sioux, you can't go wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But it was in her singing that Beth admitted Piggy resonated with her. "Miss Piggy is extremely iconic. There's no one higher than Miss Piggy. It's funny but it's true -- she definitely was a huge influence on me as a teenager."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-9147280606278718071?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9147280606278718071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=9147280606278718071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9147280606278718071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9147280606278718071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/ditto-that.html' title='Ditto that...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RwgGO1eDcaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3NoZyQZhDTw/s72-c/icon_bethditto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-8738661921236278640</id><published>2007-10-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is in the eye of the beholder Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf4s1eDcZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/szf3cAoehy4/s1600-h/98090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118332950680924562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf4s1eDcZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/szf3cAoehy4/s400/98090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kermit once wrote, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And in a pig's eye, I'm beautiful, which makes Piggy beautiful to me." And it has to be agreed...that diva diamond is a delight to behold, whether it be gazing down from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneposter.com/posters/tv/childrens-tv/classic-kids-tv/muppets/muppets-tiffanys_5935.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; in her Breakfast, Dinner and Tea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt; pose, or glittering as she spins from the spruce branches of a plastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Muppet_Christmas_ornaments_%28Hallmark%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Certainly here, in this statuesque statuette, Miss Piggy glory shines. Her coy stance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mixed&lt;/span&gt; with the slight flutter of her eyelids, causes one to take a breath. Her deliciously layered dress and ruffled boa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; her class and style, and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncommonly&lt;/span&gt; pink gloves betray her impeccable fashion sense. The hair, snout, feet, and attention to detail here is fabulous, and she can be bought (her statue, that is...) $68.00 from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10002&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;productId=1205178&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=15081&amp;amp;catalogFromSearch=10007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Walt Disney &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10002&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;productId=1205178&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=15081&amp;amp;catalogFromSearch=10007"&gt;Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. Standing 6 1/4'' tall, this Miss Piggy can decorate your living or dining room and can will brighten your very own Breakfast, Dinner or Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-8738661921236278640?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8738661921236278640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=8738661921236278640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8738661921236278640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8738661921236278640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/art-is-in-eye-of-beholder-part-1.html' title='Art is in the eye of the beholder Part 1'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf4s1eDcZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/szf3cAoehy4/s72-c/98090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-3388889728743538349</id><published>2007-10-06T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:00.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists of lists!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf1k1eDcYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X7WGim32sJM/s1600-h/kermie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118329514707087746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf1k1eDcYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X7WGim32sJM/s320/kermie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are many elite, distinguished, unatainable, star-rated clubs, groups, and hotel-suites (President, dear, step aside! The pent house is moi's!) but of these many classy, highly-sought-after groupings, one stands out above the rest, and that is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fanlistings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What are these mysterious fanlisting, you may ask? Well, simply put, a fanlisting is a list of fans (tres helpful to have on a hot summer's day). Anyone can have a fanlisting online from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahiru.haneoka.net/fans/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess Tutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (note: Who???) to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://exquisite.beautifulone.net/bradpitt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (note: List now, swoon later). Anyone can sign up to a fanlisting, announcing themselves fans of Pitts or Tutus, and their names are listed so the world can know that you are the 231'st fan of Princess Pitt, or the 13'000th fan of Brad in a Tutu. Moi's own personal fanlisting is also known as "The phone directory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kermie and Piggy have a fanlisting site run by Natalie (Kissy kissy dear!), and you can sign up to it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fan.brokenstar.net/kermie/members.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! Go ahead! Announce your fanatical self to the world, and show support for Pig and Frog. We look forward to seeing you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-3388889728743538349?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3388889728743538349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=3388889728743538349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3388889728743538349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3388889728743538349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/10/lists-of-lists.html' title='Lists of lists!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rwf1k1eDcYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X7WGim32sJM/s72-c/kermie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-8166592212064291075</id><published>2007-09-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:00.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The times, my friends, are a-changing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, yes, we here at Swinehearts can look back, you know, a year or two, or three, even four, when things were different. There was a time, my friends, a shocking time, you might say, a darker, lonelier time, when the love between the pig and the frog was considered, (GASP!) laughable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rv-94leDcVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7cP5nAuL0-0/s1600-h/hiddenKermie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116016481544663378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rv-94leDcVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7cP5nAuL0-0/s320/hiddenKermie-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know, it's a horrifying contemplation, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In fact, those who believed in the frog-pig wedding, or, at the very least, the continuing existance of that charming union, were considered the lunatic fringe... among the lunatic fringe that are muppet fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, it was a dark time indeed, but take heart! The sun has risen again on the frog, and the pig... and they couldn't be happier about it, I'm sure. It is clear to us here that the fans have once again opened their hearts, to the reality of Kermit and Piggy's joyous nuptuals in 'The Muppets Take Manhattan,' turning themselves to thoughts of why the frog would deny his marriage to his lady pig, and just what a fig or a pog might look like anyway. It does our own hearts good to feel this shifting of the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If there's anything that we know about the Powers that Be, it's that they are watching us. (That's right, Big Mouse &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; watching.) We fans put money in their pockets, and ultimately, they want to give us what we want for that reason. So when, years after the wedding, the denials were a-flying around, principally for the sake of scandal, it became very easy to believe that, yup, Piggy was lying or deluded, and poor Kermit was just trying to escape her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Money may talk, but gossip screams like Gonzo plunging headlong into a brick wall, before staggering to its feet and giggling to itself. Fear not, however, for there were many, old fans and new, who looked back over the years of their history, and kept the faith. It seems to us that that voice is now being heard, not as a shy whisper of support from a lone voice here and there, but from more and more voices, joining together in a chorus of approval. The frog was shy, the pig was right, and look at that, aren't they just so much better together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There aren't too many celebrities out there after all, with that kind of chemistry, and staying power, even the non-muppet fans know that Kermit and Piggy have long-time love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, because no website is an island, because an island is: "a tract of land completely surrounded by water, and not large enough to be called a continent," thank you dictionary.com, we are putting out the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rv--KleDcWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jPl4wwxIIh8/s1600-h/Kermiecover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116016790782308706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rv--KleDcWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jPl4wwxIIh8/s320/Kermiecover-1.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you believe in the frog-pig romance? Are you convinced that that wedding was real? Do you deny the frog's denials? Well, we want to hear from you! If you want to share why you think there *could* be bouncing baby figlets, well, let us know today! If you have a story, a poem, an argument, a favourite moment between them, or you just want to chime in, "Me too!" then don't hesitate to drop us a line at &lt;a href="mailto:swinehearts@hotmail.com"&gt;swinehearts@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. We'll be all too happy to post submissions from you, the people, in an effort to support interspecies love, and maybe, just maybe, reach the large, round, black ears of the mouse himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just to get the frog hopping here, we present ten reasons to deny the frog's denials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Piggy: Thank you! Hello! And kissy kissy to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: Aw, very good. You got your hair down, and you got all dressed and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy: Yes, don't I look adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: Ah, you look very good. You certainly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I know what's been going on behind my back, but Miss Piggy is MY girl! You're just a guest on this show, just passing through town! She loves me, and she's gonna have dinner with me tonight, after the show. Miss Piggy, you and me, alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-"And so we see how far Kermit as has come, from local television show host to happily married frog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Piggy! We're supposed to be introducing scenes from our movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"And you did it tres well, hubby!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joan: Tell us something about Miss Piggy that she would just die if we all knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Piggy: Or somebody else'll die if you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: Well, she's an interesting sight in lingerie. I must say that. I mean. Uh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Piggy: Awww, Kermie. Isn't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joan: Does she wear real feminine, frilly stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: It's, uh, she has all kinds of things with buckles and snaps, and stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-"Piggy! How many times have I told you! Can you, can you just take your cameras out of here? I'm not talking anymore in this kind of thing. I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to just leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Lee? You should feel very proud. You -- and the world -- have just experienced our first marriage tiff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'll be home soon, dear! He's cooking."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"That's Miss Piggy! She's a star and a lady, now treat her well!"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not a statue! This is a warm and sensitive lady, and a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"You know, Kermie. I really like the water, which means after we're married, we can live at your place."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-"Linda, I love my frog more than life itself. I love him more than laughter and sunshine. I love him more than-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"More than chocolate cookies with white stuff in the middle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: &lt;very&gt;"Linda, I DO love Kermit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"You know, when I first saw you, I really thought you were very attractive. I don't think I ever saw a pig that looked quite like that before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Like what? Tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Well, you have that long hair... and your eyes are quite, uh, quite outstanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"They're a curse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"A curse? What do you mean, 'they're a curse'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The beauty of them... gets me in all sorts of trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh...heh, yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And last, but not least, and not really last by a long shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I... do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-8166592212064291075?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8166592212064291075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=8166592212064291075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8166592212064291075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8166592212064291075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/times-my-friends-are-changing.html' title='The times, my friends, are a-changing...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rv-94leDcVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7cP5nAuL0-0/s72-c/hiddenKermie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-1813908461229643380</id><published>2007-09-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:35:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Op...er...ah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Many people are put off by the fact that most opera are sung in another language,"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Kermit notes in his autobiography and self-help guide, &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/Books/story?id=2705325&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Before You Leap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;"This is only because if they were sung in English, they'd be called musical comedies. Telling folks you are going to a musical comedy doesn't sounds nearly as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hotsy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tosy&lt;/span&gt; as telling them you are going to the op-er-ah...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can the queen of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotsy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totsy&lt;/span&gt;, also step up to take her place as the queen of opera? In this recently discovered clip, the d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ivine&lt;/span&gt; Miss Piggy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;declares&lt;/span&gt; that she cannot perform without her frog by her side and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;equally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;delux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Placido&lt;/span&gt; Domingo steps up to the task, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; not being green and not having flippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNUrTjUdMKA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNUrTjUdMKA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-1813908461229643380?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1813908461229643380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=1813908461229643380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1813908461229643380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1813908461229643380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/operah.html' title='Op...er...ah?'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-4677600397888645127</id><published>2007-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:20:15.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got You, Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hours of practice, weeks of rehearsals, months of minute detailed adjustments, all working towards the perfect lip-sync between performer and backing-track...and it all goes to pot the moment someone uploads it to YouTube. Whoever did that, you better watch it. Oh, and tres thank you for uploading it for us. Kissy kissy! Aheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Er...yeah...dispite small technical errors, and an aversion to comparing the lovely Miss Piggy with any other movie-swine -- I Got you Babe? The jokes don't get cheaper than that... -- despite all that, this movie portrays the bantered love that is still shared between frog and pig...and her costume is glorious...as is his, er, hairpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBBwFh3cjs0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBBwFh3cjs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-4677600397888645127?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4677600397888645127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=4677600397888645127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4677600397888645127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4677600397888645127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-you-babe.html' title='I Got You, Babe'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-3561228007933874799</id><published>2007-08-09T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:00.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatting in the Oz-Universe (Land of Oz, perhaps?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Early this week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ain't It Cool News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; of the AIC network, sent out their interviewer extraordinaire, Capone, to catch up with Frank Oz in Chicago, where they chatted out the highlights, problems, and history of Frank's career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"As I look at it now," &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frank tells Capone,&lt;/span&gt; "I realize I'm part of history in certain ways with 'Sesame Street' and 'Saturday Night Live' and 'Star Wars' and 'The Muppet Show.' It's odd, because for me, I was just doing gigs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which was, of course, how it all started; with small gigs on a plethora of programs. &lt;/span&gt;"That's what we were known for at first. We were an act in the beginning. We'd go from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RrrsDFk26sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N7xHENTjGeU/s1600-h/animaltired.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perry Como show to the Bob Hope show to the Johnny Caron to Jack Parr...to awards shows. We did the Emmys and the Oscars, the Grammys, we did it all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rrr4EFk26tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Onu6c9MYv4o/s1600-h/Muppet+-+Profile+Pic+-+Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096658677423074002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rrr4EFk26tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Onu6c9MYv4o/s320/Muppet+-+Profile+Pic+-+Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, he sure did do it all, even when sometimes he shouldn't have...&lt;/span&gt; "My instincts were saying, 'Don't do a big movie'," Frank explains as the subject of Stepford Wives inevitably occurs. "I had a very strong viewpoint to do the movie, but I didn't expect such huge stars. When the stars came, everything kind of ballooned up. My original instincts were to make it more intimate. The problem was that it got so big that my instincts to make a small movie didn't mesh with how big it was getting, and I was losing my way a little bit... I should have brought it all down and said, I'm sorry, I know we have all these huge stars but I don't care, I want to do something intimate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which brings us right back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0795368/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Death at a Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; is released on the 17th August, directed by Frank Oz, and starring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0876138/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alan Tudyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0227759/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peter Dinklage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; "I laughed out loud and I was touched by it," &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frank says of the movie script, as he went on to discuss comedy in general.&lt;/span&gt; "The thing about comedy is that people think of comedy as only one thing. You can have high wit; you can have low buffoonery; you can have puns or physical comedy....The only thing that is a mainstay in my opinion...is my being honest to the world in which we are creating. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And of course, no interview worth his salt (and your salt is being trucked to you by over-night delivery, Capone, dear) can go by without asking the all-important question:&lt;/span&gt; "What was it about the relationship between Kermit and Ms. Piggy that people seemed to cling to and identify with?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"There's some sort of recognizable affectionate tension in any relationship," &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frank tells us. &lt;/span&gt;"I think the complexity of the pushes and pulls in any relationship, in part, is what people saw. But the truth is, I don't know. People saw themselves in them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's more about Frank, there's more about Death at a Funeral, Sesame Street, Star Wars conventions and Grover in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/33610"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in-depth article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at Ain't It Cool News, until then, let's just remember that when a person, or persons, still see themselves within the complex relationship of Pig and Frog...there is something going right with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-3561228007933874799?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3561228007933874799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=3561228007933874799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3561228007933874799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3561228007933874799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/08/chatting-in-oz-universe-land-of-oz.html' title='Chatting in the Oz-Universe (Land of Oz, perhaps?)'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rrr4EFk26tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Onu6c9MYv4o/s72-c/Muppet+-+Profile+Pic+-+Sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-534507046751936437</id><published>2007-08-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:16:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss PIggy is big, blonde and beautiful on late night TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, the diva has it, and she's not afraid to show it off! With the season two Muppet Show DVD set officially released to the slobbering population of muppet geek---er, fans, we're all aglow here at Swinehearts, dreaming of getting those DVDs into our eager hands. In the meantime, Piggy, Gonzo and Rizzo have all been seen in TV land (Note: Not TVLand) promoting the release, and causing general glee (Note: Not General Lee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the first appearance that we've witnessed, the fabulous Miss Piggy paid an &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; friendly visit to "The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson" last Wednesday night... or very early Thursday morning if you're inclined to split hairs. Now, this is just one person's humble opinion, but that was perhaps the best interview with Miss Piggy, and perhaps any muppet in years. She was glorious; she was gorgeous; she was witty and charming. She played to adults. Miss Piggy has never been on Sesame Street, and it shows. Barring muttered comments from a disgruntled frog, who has asked to remain nameless, we haven't heard much negativity about Piggy's flirtatious behaviour or Eric's performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I speak for myself, and surely for others when I say that Piggy's natural blonde beauty is simply breathtaking, head and shoulders (Note: Not Head and Shoulders) above the ditzy platinum look she's been sporting lately. I don't often criticize Piggy's looks... unlike Kermit, I don't like being chased and tackled by a lady pig, but looking back at the movies of the past, the sweet golden blonde that is almost certainly Piggy's natural hair colour is so much more appealing than the blatantly false (or faux, as Piggy would say) plastic platinum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't be alone in thinking that she doesn't need anything else making her unlifelike? After all, even Craigy himself stumbled into a landmine when he distinguished between a live audience and a muppet audience. (Don't panic. Piggy set him straight... before leaving him bent...over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For your Piggy viewing pleasure....(Kermit, don't point that scrunchy face this way!), we present to you the interview in its entirety, so that you too may bask in the radiance of the one, the only, Ms. Miss Piggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBdB6rsOdTo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBdB6rsOdTo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz0Qj6gDMmU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz0Qj6gDMmU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdAQFsxiMSE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdAQFsxiMSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm5SfbCoteQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm5SfbCoteQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/3271604034004414153-534507046751936437?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/534507046751936437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=534507046751936437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/534507046751936437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/534507046751936437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-piggy-is-big-blonde-and-beautiful.html' title='Miss PIggy is big, blonde and beautiful on late night TV!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6319986087068474623</id><published>2007-07-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:01.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='episode guide'/><title type='text'>The first time it happened, we knew! TMS Season One, Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0-zzNOGFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xP1lxf1JE-k/s1600-h/Temptation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083788614011066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0-zzNOGFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xP1lxf1JE-k/s320/Temptation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, and I think there were some other people there too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0yDzNOF9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ykul3LyKSQA/s1600-h/Juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083774595237812178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0yDzNOF9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ykul3LyKSQA/s200/Juliet.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, you guessed it, I'm referring to the very first episode of the Muppet Show, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;en Juliet Prowse danced with willd, savage gazelles, Fozzie started a glorious career of telling the jokes that still bring tears to your eyes today, and Piggy demonstrated amply (don't give her my address, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro09cTNOGDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aXjEAOK-79E/s1600-h/Gonzoboom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083787110772512818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="89" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro09cTNOGDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aXjEAOK-79E/s200/Gonzoboom.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would ya?) that, ala Oscar Wilde, she can resist anything except temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Naturally, Kermit doesn't know what hit him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083788081435121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0-UzNOGEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/N96kTTyhsT0/s200/firstFozzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Swinehearts' ushy gushy rating for this episode: Ten full body tackle serenades out of ten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our rating for overall quality of this episode: Eight mahna mahnas out of ten "do doo do do do's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Warning: Contents may have settled during posting. Your opinion may vary. Do not operate heavy machinery while reading the US tax code. Brush thrice a day. Call your mother, it's been forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stay tuned for the next episode, when Kermit figures out exactly what hit him... and tries to figure out how to get it to happen again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083784860209649698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro07ZTNOGCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3kvL_QixHyQ/s200/Lydia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0yhTNOF_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eJ8u9lxANOU/s1600-h/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6319986087068474623?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6319986087068474623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6319986087068474623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6319986087068474623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6319986087068474623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-time-it-happened-we-knew.html' title='The first time it happened, we knew! TMS Season One, Episode 1'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0-zzNOGFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xP1lxf1JE-k/s72-c/Temptation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6369961020395841572</id><published>2007-07-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:01.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Psst...Pass it on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0GezNOF6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sriAS6IpGfA/s1600-h/1+FBL%2520Kermit%252043x612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083726680582657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0GezNOF6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sriAS6IpGfA/s400/1+FBL%2520Kermit%252043x612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In 2003, a wide smile and two saturn eyes gazed down from a billboard onto the people of America, and told them to live their dreams. He had been put up there by the kind people at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbetterlife.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Foundation for a Better Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (a non-profit, privately funded institution) who wanted to promote the personal values shared by our amphibious leader and to remind the world that anything can happen. After all, if a Hollywood star can eat flies...is there anything we cannot do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0GUDNOF5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_u27phSFt3o/s1600-h/1+FBL%2520Kermit%252043x612.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6369961020395841572?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6369961020395841572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6369961020395841572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6369961020395841572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6369961020395841572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/psstpass-it-on.html' title='Psst...Pass it on...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0GezNOF6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sriAS6IpGfA/s72-c/1+FBL%2520Kermit%252043x612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-7488388326474816208</id><published>2007-07-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:02.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>More Musique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0KTjNOF7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WqZRXi1OdLM/s1600-h/kermit+Clien.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083730885355640754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0KTjNOF7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WqZRXi1OdLM/s200/kermit+Clien.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1993, The Muppets had a party on the beach, setting claim to the warm sand with a fence of surf-boards, laying out mats, lighting the barbecue (and the Chef, but that was later), and spreading copious amounts of suntan lotion about hither and thither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was The Muppet Beach Party, a CD officially released by BMG Kidz and Jim Henson Records in 1993, and unofficially featured at Muppet Musique where&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0A3DNOF4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/r4KjTU0ERkM/s1600-h/TI_Kerm_Piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083720500124718978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0A3DNOF4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/r4KjTU0ERkM/s200/TI_Kerm_Piggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is currently available for download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the fun, if somewhat funky, tracks are many which capture the imagination (Yes, I'm looking at you Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini) and inspire the heart, as well as many hip beat tracks that force one out of the easy chair and onto the somewhat 60's disco dance floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our favorite frog singing our favorite track, Kokomo. What more could you ask for on a long, cool, root-beer sipping evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFjGrPaWx1g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFjGrPaWx1g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find these tracks, and more, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mystacor.com/muppet_musique/mbp/mbp.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Muppet Musique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-7488388326474816208?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7488388326474816208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=7488388326474816208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7488388326474816208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7488388326474816208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-musique.html' title='More Musique'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Ro0KTjNOF7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WqZRXi1OdLM/s72-c/kermit+Clien.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-7546390083486916028</id><published>2007-07-05T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:11:00.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>Gonzo and Miss Piggy? -- "Yuckaa!" Pig says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From the earliest days of The Muppet Show, a certain pig had a certain crush on a certain frog, and a certain weirdo had an somewhat more uncertain crush on said same pig. Sending her flowers, writing her sonnets, hiding in her dressing room...could Miss Piggy have asked for a more perfect suitor than Gonzo the Great (aka, The Great Gonzo)???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Psst, the correct answer is 'YES!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, she could ask for a green, flippered, goggle-eyed suitor who had her swept off her feet from the moment she first laid eyes (and gloves) upon him. But what became of her original suitor...*ahem*...stalker, Gonzo? Well, he met a perfect chicken, and Piggy was history. Here is a secretly recorded clip from Miss Piggy's dressing room the day that Gonzo decided to, er, break up with her, and she decided to, er, break him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seuO8LGgOQU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seuO8LGgOQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/3271604034004414153-7546390083486916028?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7546390083486916028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=7546390083486916028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7546390083486916028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7546390083486916028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/gonzo-and-miss-piggy-yuckaa-pig-says.html' title='Gonzo and Miss Piggy? -- &quot;Yuckaa!&quot; Pig says.'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-2061486241319273264</id><published>2007-07-05T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:02.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A leap into "Before You Leap"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...it's time to look inside yourself. I'm not talking about opening your mouth and saying "ahh" or craning your neck to peer deep into your ear, fun though that may be. I'm talking about the inner you, or, as we call it around the swamp, your inner tadpole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In 2006, Kermit released a fun, green book of memoirs and wisdom. Dedicated to Jim Henson, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...who first held me up for the world to see..."&lt;/span&gt;, the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-You-Leap-Greatest-Lessons/dp/0696232324/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-5995477-0016009?"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before You Leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; is a frog's eye view of life's greatest lessons, edited and typed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Jim_Lewis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jim Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. The book leaps (before you do) from topic to topic, delving into the subjects of love, life, and lillypads. About midway (just after adulthood and before life crisis) Kermit pauses to discuss getting in touch with your inner tadpole. Here's a selection taken from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083681398742456162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozdTDNOF2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FY2v6xLdyfw/s200/kermit_robin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What is your inner tadpole? There are many different definitions. Some call it your soul or spirit. Others call it your conscience. Others call it that annoying little voice that tells you to laugh even though the last joke that Fozzie told was really not at all funny. Whatever you decide to call it, your inner tadpole is what guides you through the calm streams and raging rapids of life. It is what keeps you afloat at low tide and goes skinny-dipping with you at high tide. It is the essence of you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Why would you want to get back in touch with your inner tadpole? There are three simple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. You want to make the most of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. You want to have someone to talk to when no one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. You want to have someone to talk to after you get picked up for talking around talking to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's start by opening a line of conversation with your inner tadpole. This is as easy as having a conversation with a friend. Just say, "Hello, inner tadpole, are you there?" and wait for an answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you get no answer, wait and ask again. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozdujNOF3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/P2zGwe_7amw/s1600-h/Kermitglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083681871188858738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozdujNOF3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/P2zGwe_7amw/s200/Kermitglobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get voicemail, press "3" followed by the pound sign (#) to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;If you still get no answer after several tries, try text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, the network may be busy, so call back later.&lt;br /&gt;If you get an answer but don't recognise the voice, chances are that your inner tadpole has outsourced its services to a country with a better cost-per-call ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If, however, you hear a little voice inside respond, "Yeah, what is it?" then congratulations, you've reconnected with your inner tadpole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more of Kermit's advice, such as how to get comfortable (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Put on the fuzzy bunny slippers. Heck, get crazy and make some hot cocoa."&lt;/span&gt;), the definition of love (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...the most overwhelming feeling in the world."&lt;/span&gt;), and what best to eat for lunch (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Never eat anything that could eat you for dinner."&lt;/span&gt;), then head out to the Amazon (dot.com), put on those bunny slippers and settle down with your own copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-You-Leap-Greatest-Lessons/dp/0696232324/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-5995477-0016009?"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before You Leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-2061486241319273264?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2061486241319273264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=2061486241319273264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2061486241319273264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2061486241319273264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='A leap into &quot;Before You Leap&quot;...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozdTDNOF2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FY2v6xLdyfw/s72-c/kermit_robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-882332711451147686</id><published>2007-07-05T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:02.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Bake moi a cake called 'Love'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This delicious recipe is cooked up from a little book known as "In the Kitchen With Miss Piggy -- Fabulous Recipes from My Famous Celebrity Friends" (It's possible that this book and "It's A Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie" were in competition for the longest title of a Muppet related product.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kermit's Favorite Grasshopper Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Kermit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kermie, Kermie, Kermie -- my sweet little Kermie. There's no way I would ever eat anything called grasshopper pie." - Miss P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozO0zNOF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S559UVeEGYM/s1600-h/1+miss-piggy1996-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083665485888624466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozO0zNOF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S559UVeEGYM/s200/1+miss-piggy1996-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For the Crust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 1/2 cups crushed Oreos (about 16 cookies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 tablespoons melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For the Filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 package unflavored gelatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/3 creme de menthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/3 cup creme de cacao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 1/4 cups heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Topping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/2 cup heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chocolate curls or shavings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(pick the chocolate of your choice -- semisweet, bittersweet, or milk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To make the crust:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In a small bowl, stir together the Oreos and butter. Press onto the bottom and sides of a 9-inch pie dish. Refrigerate until ready to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To make the filling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Put the milk into a small heatproof bowl and sprinkle the gelatin over it. Set aside for 5 minutes. In a medium-size bowl, whisk together the condensed milk, creme de menthe, and creme to cacao. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Set the bowl of milk and gelatin over a small pan of boiling water or use a double boiler and stir gently until smooth, about 4 minutes. Whisk into the condensed milk mixture. Refrigerate the filling, stirring often, until it begins to set, 30-40 minutes. Whip the 1 1/4 cups cream until stiff and fold into the filling. Spoon into the pie crust and refrigerate for at least 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To serve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whip the 1/2 cup cream and decorate the top of the pie. Sprinkle with chocolate curls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I prefer mine sprinkled with a dozen caramelized crickets." - K.F.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Note: For a tasty dessert topping, fill fire extinguisher with whipped cream, aim hose as your favorite dessert (or frog), spray, and enjoy!" - Miss P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-882332711451147686?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/882332711451147686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=882332711451147686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/882332711451147686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/882332711451147686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/bake-moi-cake-called-love.html' title='Bake moi a cake called &apos;Love&apos;'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RozO0zNOF1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S559UVeEGYM/s72-c/1+miss-piggy1996-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-294077100662436725</id><published>2007-07-04T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:02.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A Little Night Musique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is nothing on earth that tunes the mind to thoughts of love quite so simply as a little themed music, (well, hypnotism also works, but mainly on chickens).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Music defines the Muppets. 'Never Before' is that first definitive moment in which boy meets girl, pig meets frog, from The Muppet Movie, 'The First Time it Happens' spins The Great Muppet Caper into life, and 'Love Led Us Here' could capture the heart of even the sternest of Mon Capitaines in Muppet Treasure Island.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowLATNOFzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rg3NSwe3HB0/s1600-h/PDV000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083450179178075954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowLATNOFzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rg3NSwe3HB0/s200/PDV000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here at Swinehearts, we have tracked down the definitive (there's that word again!) online collection of Muppet Music, a site aptly named &lt;a href="http://www.mystacor.com/muppet_musique/index.htm"&gt;Muppet Musique.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At Musique, you can listen to songs from almost every Muppet production ever made, and can download them for your own computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Earlier today, we snagged a song from the site ourselves, and have included it here for your listening pleasure. Oh, and if you stare at the image of Miss Piggy below expecting it to change...chances are you'll be hypnotised as well. (Hey, Kermit was when he first caught that twinkle.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTyzAcO78e0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTyzAcO78e0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/3271604034004414153-294077100662436725?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/294077100662436725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=294077100662436725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/294077100662436725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/294077100662436725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-night-musique.html' title='A Little Night Musique'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowLATNOFzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rg3NSwe3HB0/s72-c/PDV000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-8174004446735005940</id><published>2007-07-04T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:03.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>Where there are sparks, there's a blazing electrical storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowBITNOFxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sXQy0JtYEWM/s1600-h/s03e12+-+James+Coco+%5Bdsp%5D+(%23themuppetarchive)_20061124171038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083439321500751634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowBITNOFxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sXQy0JtYEWM/s320/s03e12+-+James+Coco+%5Bdsp%5D+(%23themuppetarchive)_20061124171038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy turned to Kermit, and growled. "Kermie, why is there a weirdo taking my act?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your act?" Kermit asked. "Since when was it your act?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since I was so graciously asked to perform it on ‘American Idol’," Piggy said, pushing her hair back pompously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit frowned. "Piggy, you didn’t even sing, you just made a small appearance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t talk details with me, frog!" Piggy said. "I know what I did- and at least I was there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit shook his head. "It doesn’t matter Piggy," he said. "What matters is, this is not your number!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is!" Piggy countered, not as brilliantly as she had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it is not!" Kermit fought right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you saying?" Piggy glared down at the frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m saying that you, Miss Piggy, are wrong!" Kermit shouted. "You’re always wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Theater grew deathly silent. Everyone looked at each other. Piggy stood, staring, mouth agape at Kermit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083439836896827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowBmTNOFyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j827vWx6pVs/s320/Penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ohhhh, boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, we all of us know, that things between the frog and the pig may not always be moonlight serenades and rock bottom cheap muskatelle, but they ARE always interesting. In this excerpt from theprawncracker's latest fast paced, quick witted fanfiction, "&lt;a href="http://forum.muppetcentral.com/showthread.php?t=32464"&gt;Men are Pigs&lt;/a&gt;," the romantic tension between the frog and pig, not to mention every other established couple, snaps like a piano wire. In other words.... duck! But don't miss this story, still in progress at &lt;a href="http://forum.muppetcentral.com/"&gt;MC.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Update: This story has now been completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-8174004446735005940?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8174004446735005940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=8174004446735005940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8174004446735005940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8174004446735005940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-there-are-sparks-theres-blazing.html' title='Where there are sparks, there&apos;s a blazing electrical storm...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RowBITNOFxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sXQy0JtYEWM/s72-c/s03e12+-+James+Coco+%5Bdsp%5D+(%23themuppetarchive)_20061124171038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-7217670025054415751</id><published>2007-07-04T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:03.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>And now for a little moonlighting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rov7vTNOFvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ouD9Tli3aVg/s1600-h/KPmoonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083433394445883122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rov7vTNOFvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ouD9Tli3aVg/s320/KPmoonlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit kept playing as she talked. For once, he didn’t mind at all that she was complaining. He listened to her, and occasionally nodded or made an off hand comment about something he would take care of when he got back. But all the while, a swirl of other thoughts danced through his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...But he still can’t get that light fixed, Kermie. Moi do not know what he has been doing up there, but it obviously isn’t helping at all. He can’t possibly be doing anything to help Rowlfie and Scooter, because he just spends every day up there tinkering with some wires or something. That’s all he ever does, Kermie...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at her. Was it the moonlight? The way it played across her face through the branches, illuminating her face in perhaps just the right way... But no, that wasn’t it. Was it her clothes? He kept playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...And Kermie, you wouldn’t believe how terrible it smelled! But Rizzo was crazy enough to eat it, as usual, and you can’t even tell now...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at her. Was it the swamp? The grass and the branches of a few trees behind her seemed to somehow frame her face in perhaps just the right way... But no, that wasn’t it. Was it the stars? He kept playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...So he went all the way to the other side of town just to buy this silly paintbrush, and then he realized that he didn’t even have the right paint. So he went all the way back...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at her. Was it just how tired he was? No, that wasn’t it. Planetary alignment, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083433398740850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rov7vjNOFwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MHDnZOpBc1c/s320/KPincar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perhaps, Kermit, perhaps not. The preceeding is a segment from TogetherAgain's wonderfully poignant story, "Swamp Call," in which Kermit is called back to the swamp to be with his frog family during a very difficult time, and his Muppet family must struggle together to cope with their beloved leader's absence, as well as finding a way to support him. Swamps, sisters, banjos and clumps, "&lt;a href="http://forum.muppetcentral.com/showthread.php?t=21729&amp;amp;"&gt;Swamp Call&lt;/a&gt;" has much to draw in the ushy gushy loving reader, and is well worth a little quiet reflection under the stars, and near your own favorite, muddy pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-7217670025054415751?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7217670025054415751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=7217670025054415751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7217670025054415751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/7217670025054415751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-for-little-moonlighting.html' title='And now for a little moonlighting...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rov7vTNOFvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ouD9Tli3aVg/s72-c/KPmoonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-2247778364484875313</id><published>2007-07-04T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:14:26.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv-special'/><title type='text'>Never Before...one more time now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before The Muppet Movie was unleashed upon cinemas, the Muppets themselves gathered in Coconut Grove, Hollywood, for a small, private party -- in other words, a huge celebrity bash hosted by Dick van Dyke and Rita Moreno, featuring a plethora guests ranging from Christopher Reeve and LeVar Burton to Vincent Price and Liberace. This was &lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/The_Muppets_Go_Hollywood"&gt;The Muppets Go Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;, a one-hour tv special which aired on CBS in 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the program for this glamerous promo party, Johnny Mathis joined Rowlf at the piano to croon his rendition of Never Before, Never Again, as Kermit and Piggy gaze on from a nearby table-for-two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8VD8U8NWLc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8VD8U8NWLc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/3271604034004414153-2247778364484875313?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2247778364484875313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=2247778364484875313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2247778364484875313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2247778364484875313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-before-one-more-time.html' title='Never Before...one more time now!'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-8083427707734563715</id><published>2007-07-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:03.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>How I Caught My Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Miss Piggy (transcriped from the Miss Piggy Calander, 1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083098584565290722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RorLOzNOFuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AVN4hmq5FI8/s400/PIggyluresfrog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rana Kermitta&lt;/em&gt;, the common frog -- though only a booknosed biologist would consider this magnificent specmen &lt;em&gt;common&lt;/em&gt; -- is as smart a critter as he is handsome, and if you want to lasso this baby, you've go to be just as quick on the uptake as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose the location of my stand with a great deal of care -- a stone ledge on the end of a small swamp with a good field of view. I picked the time right, too -- full moon on a hot summer night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I bid &lt;em&gt;adieu&lt;/em&gt; to my Seminole guide, he apprised my arrangements with an approving nod. "You gonna get your hands on something green tonight, missy, for&lt;em&gt; sure&lt;/em&gt;," he remarked. "I ought to," I said impishly, remembering his hefty fee for showing me that special swamp of his. "I certainly put enough of something green in yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It might surprise veteran hunters, but I had placed myself &lt;em&gt;upwind&lt;/em&gt; of my prey, not downwind, counting on the evening breeze to carry a few wiffs of the powerful frog-attracting scent I'd packed in my London Bog swamp jacket. I put a dab of two behind each eat, set out my lure, and settled down to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tonight the bait I'd opted for was a single-dip soft-vanilla sugar come with a solitary cherry -- the Old Reliable. I've used heavier stuff -- tripple scoops, exotic toppings, mixed flavors -- but I've found that for hooking their interest on that all-important first look, you can't beat the cool, white flash of creamy vanilla. And let me tell you, if you don't get your frog interested &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;, you don't get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A soft rustle in the eel grass told me my quarry was approaching. I could feel my heart pounding as I saw in the glare of my Marsh Master 12-volt lantern a pair of olive mitts closing on my lure. Slowly, I raised my net and poised myself to lunge. Closer and closer he came. It took all my concentration to keep that cone steady and not spook him with a sud-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(continued on page 57)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Editor's note...we could not find the continued clipping of that article, no matter how hard we searched through the drawers in Miss Piggy's wardrobe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-8083427707734563715?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8083427707734563715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=8083427707734563715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8083427707734563715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/8083427707734563715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-i-caught-my-frog.html' title='How I Caught My Frog'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RorLOzNOFuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AVN4hmq5FI8/s72-c/PIggyluresfrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-2774463804598991386</id><published>2007-07-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:03.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><title type='text'>Hanker, hanker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Have you been hankered at by a pig before?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kermit asks in the first of a series of interviews transcripted by, and hosted at, the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.toughpigs.com"&gt;Toughpigs Community&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, as you know, here at Swinehearts we have a hankering of our own; namely, a hankering for anything related to the romance of a certain pig and a certain frog, and so we present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toughpigs.com/anthlove00.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That Magnificant Hankering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, a series of transcripts at ToughPigs that range from Entertainment Tonight (1984) to Larry King Live (1993) and The 31st Emmy Awards (1978).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First up, a &lt;a href="http://toughpigs.com/anthlove01.htm"&gt;Strange Kind of Feeling&lt;/a&gt;, in which Kermit talks to David on Good Morning America about girlfriends, hankers, and little green footballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moving right along, &lt;a href="http://toughpigs.com/anthlove02.htm"&gt;My Secret Love&lt;/a&gt;, transcripted from Bob Hope's Birthday Special (1978) in which Piggy has a song she wishes to sing into Bob's eyes...but Bob is nowhere to be seen, so a pair of cute, ping-pong-ball eyes will just have to work as a stand-in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Be Bob Hope," Piggy insists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"There is no way I could be Bob Hope!" Kermit reponds, worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Kermit! Kermit!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RorBwzNOFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBs6rjOIRoA/s1600-h/PDV005.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083088173564565170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RorBwzNOFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBs6rjOIRoA/s320/PDV005.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Do it because I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Do it because I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Do it or I'll cut ya in half!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moving swiftly on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toughpigs.com/anthlove03.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Love Life of Frogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, in which Piggy announces, "Kermit...we are engaged.", Kermit tries to hunt for Piggy's tail, and Gonzo introduces his chicken girlfriend Camilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And if that wasn't enough, next we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toughpigs.com/anthlove04.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not a Rules Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in which Kermit reads the rules for the 1979 Emmy Awards, and Piggy flounces for a close-up as she tells the frog to, "...get your flippers off my hips."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And there's even more romance coming, stay tuned to Swinehearts for detail on the next four interview transcripts from ToughPigs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-2774463804598991386?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2774463804598991386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=2774463804598991386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2774463804598991386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/2774463804598991386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-been-hankered-at-by-pig-before.html' title='Hanker, hanker'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RorBwzNOFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBs6rjOIRoA/s72-c/PDV005.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-5262476858598062582</id><published>2007-07-03T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:06.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photo gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Then prop your flippers on a pillow and we'll take a look back over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (rose scented!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;romance scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(handmade paper, too, so keep your fingerprints to yourself, buster!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-wTNOFnI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZTRsnRHsC1w/s1600-h/greatlovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083084866439747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-wTNOFnI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZTRsnRHsC1w/s400/greatlovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog recreate one of Hollywood’s hottest couples, Cleopatra and Marc Anthony. "The best part about the shoot was all the jewelry that I get to keep," said Miss Piggy, but it was her director and on-screen lover, Kermit the Frog who answered our next question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh—that’s easy. The hardest part was peeling all those grapes."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-wzNOFoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZYr1kwvtzvI/s1600-h/ModernBride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083084875029681794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-wzNOFoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZYr1kwvtzvI/s400/ModernBride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh Kermie! Look! Look! It’s just like I always &lt;em&gt;dreamed&lt;/em&gt;! What a beautiful room! What a beautiful—Kermie? Kermie! You’re not looking!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-xDNOFpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YnTci6wO7do/s1600-h/s05e02+-+Loretta+Switt+(%23Themuppetarchive)_20061227144643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083084879324649106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-xDNOFpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YnTci6wO7do/s400/s05e02+-+Loretta+Switt+(%23Themuppetarchive)_20061227144643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Wow, Miss Piggy. You look very, um, nice tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Thank vous, Mon Capitan." *Sigh* "You have the most adorable ping-pong eyes…."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-xDNOFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HECVFznBSSY/s1600-h/weddingKP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083084879324649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-xDNOFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HECVFznBSSY/s400/weddingKP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"C’mere you! I’ve been waiting the whole movie to kiss the bride!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oooh! Look, Kermie! Photographers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Piggy!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pDNOFiI/AAAAAAAAADI/nSlw4JEVnTc/s1600-h/Cover1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083642374067746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pDNOFiI/AAAAAAAAADI/nSlw4JEVnTc/s400/Cover1981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I’m ready for my closeup, Kermie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Okay, work it Honey! That’s right! Put your foot a little further back, purse those puckery lips and say "Truffles!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pTNOFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fPw5bwBtNIc/s1600-h/frogpigscifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083646669035058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pTNOFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fPw5bwBtNIc/s400/frogpigscifi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: "Oh, save me, Kermie, um, Flash! Save me, oh save me oh—say! Do those cute little boots come in my size?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizzo the Rat (as Ming the Merciless): "Darn—there goes the barbeque." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pTNOFkI/AAAAAAAAADY/exh6fPvkaQ4/s1600-h/hiddenKermie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083646669035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9pTNOFkI/AAAAAAAAADY/exh6fPvkaQ4/s400/hiddenKermie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The media love Miss Piggy almost as much as the red carpet does, and she loves the media almost as much as she loves chocolate! Here, Kermit the Frog (behind top hat) and Miss Piggy part the crowd to get to their limo on Oscar night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9qDNOFlI/AAAAAAAAADg/-6PApUxXpbA/s1600-h/Kermiecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083659553936978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9qDNOFlI/AAAAAAAAADg/-6PApUxXpbA/s400/Kermiecover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Business is booming when Miss Piggy is the cover story! Kermit the Frog (pictured between hat and scarf) minds a news stand on a blustery morning in Manhattan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9qTNOFmI/AAAAAAAAADo/L3wkSK3e2jY/s1600-h/LifeUSOPIggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083663848904290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq9qTNOFmI/AAAAAAAAADo/L3wkSK3e2jY/s400/LifeUSOPIggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Piggy delighted armed (and legged) servicemen when she parachuted right onto center stage in to the USO show. Her arrival was greeted with enthusiastic applause. Said Miss Piggy, "I was aiming for the mess hall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8OzNOFfI/AAAAAAAAACw/6JNxP3PZku8/s1600-h/Cosy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083082091890873842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8OzNOFfI/AAAAAAAAACw/6JNxP3PZku8/s400/Cosy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kermit and Frog and Miss Piggy share a quiet moment at Christmastime. No debates about red or green this Christmas!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8PDNOFgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zFXJe_DjE0k/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083082096185841154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8PDNOFgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zFXJe_DjE0k/s400/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Forget Victoria's secret! We have an exclusive look inside the inner sanctum of one of Hollywood's hottest leading women! Our cover story: What inspired a pig to get into movies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8PTNOFhI/AAAAAAAAADA/ewOgQW2NU5Q/s1600-h/BazaarPiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083082100480808466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq8PTNOFhI/AAAAAAAAADA/ewOgQW2NU5Q/s400/BazaarPiggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The new look for spring is bold! Daring! And covered in cute little frogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq4TDNOFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3LsLtZs_2Q/s1600-h/muppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083077766858806754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq4TDNOFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3LsLtZs_2Q/s400/muppets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit and Miss Piggy pose for photographers after their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Mr. the Frog, "That went better than expected."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Said Mrs. the Frog, er, Miss Piggy, "This is the happiest day of his life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq33jNOFdI/AAAAAAAAACg/AC29aZy4zhU/s1600-h/KandPdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083077294412404178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq33jNOFdI/AAAAAAAAACg/AC29aZy4zhU/s400/KandPdance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stepping out with a star, sad times bye-bye! Kermit and Frog and Miss Piggy trip the light fantastic in this Broadway number, while the chorus line of rats just tries not to trip. Said Miss Piggy,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who invited these bozos into our big number?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-5262476858598062582?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5262476858598062582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=5262476858598062582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5262476858598062582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5262476858598062582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/photo-gallery.html' title='Photo gallery'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Roq-wTNOFnI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZTRsnRHsC1w/s72-c/greatlovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-1854253199761821965</id><published>2007-07-03T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:06.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly stuff'/><title type='text'>A message from our sponsor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/RooniTNOFVI/AAAAAAAAABg/TqfjS9aghL8/s1600-h/Screencap016.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As anyone could tell you, where there is love, there are moonlit nights, long-stemmed roses, and champaigne with straws. Where there is love, there are also love-birds, calling a song. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love-birds have always been the single biggest sponsors of love, and when we called their &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rooq3DNOFXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kc-xSkOcGcU/s1600-h/Screencap016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082922254682953074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rooq3DNOFXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kc-xSkOcGcU/s200/Screencap016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spokesman...he was out to lunch, so we lent on our very own, personal birds, &lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Penguins"&gt;The Muppet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Penguins"&gt;Penguins&lt;/a&gt;, to give us a few words on the subject of love. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rooq3DNOFXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kc-xSkOcGcU/s1600-h/Screencap016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quack quack quack, quack quack. Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack. Quack? Quack quack quack quack quack; quack, quack, quack quack. Quack quack quack quack! Quack, quack quack quack quack. Quack quack quack. Quuuackkk! Quack quack quack...quack! Quack, quack, quack. Quack quack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Special thanks goes out to the penguins for those kind words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-1854253199761821965?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1854253199761821965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=1854253199761821965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1854253199761821965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1854253199761821965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/07/message-from-our-sponsor.html' title='A message from our sponsor'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rooq3DNOFXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kc-xSkOcGcU/s72-c/Screencap016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-4375740579393043789</id><published>2007-06-25T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:06.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>A Fantastic Fanfic Moment - 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time,&lt;/em&gt; thought Kermit smugly. &lt;em&gt;This time—nothing can go wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Famous last words? Of course. But in this case, they are also the first words of a short fan-fiction piece written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.muppetcentral.com/member.php?u=2874"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ruahnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, a member of the Muppet fan-site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muppetcentral.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muppet Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. As with all fan-communities, The Muppet Show has its share of art, stories, and speculation created by fans, for fans. Here at Swinehearts we aim to provide you with access to everything that supports the secret love of Kermit and Miss Piggy and that helps call-back an era when romance was the at the centre of the Muppet lore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over Christmas, and into the new year, Ruahnna provided us with a series of speculative stories surrounding the creation of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muppetcentral.com/news/2003/031303.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hallmark Christmas Ornaments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. Here is a short clip from her story, "What an Angel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Posing for Christmas ornaments had not always played to his particular strengths, but this time, he wasn’t even in the photo shoot—leaving him free to supervise and run interference on pesky photographers. He felt certain this was going to go better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-g4AvKPbI/AAAAAAAAABI/r86jnYD1V70/s1600-h/christmas_orn_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079955788828130738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-g4AvKPbI/AAAAAAAAABI/r86jnYD1V70/s320/christmas_orn_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Once again, he and Piggy had found themselves the guests and subjects of the nice people at Hallmark. Kermit would always gratefully remember their phenomenal support while The Muppet Show was running and their first three movies were being made. Time was you could not go into any Hallmark Store anywhere and not be greeting with Kermit’s smiling face or Piggy’s delectable form. &lt;em&gt;Speaking of delectable….&lt;/em&gt; Kermit trotted over to Piggy’s dressing room to see how she was faring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“I look like the Statue of Liberty,” Piggy had complained, lifting the folds of mint green. Kermit opened his mouth to reassure her but found he could not, in good faith, disagree with her assessment. The dressmaker had been accommodating (as well as awe-struck) however, and had been very interested in Piggy’s input. Never shy with her opinion when it came to fashion, Piggy had made several specific, um, “suggestions,” and the designer and her team of seamstresses had rushed to comply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She had wanted the gown to look less like a choir robe and more like a ladies ball gown. She had insisted that they raise the neckline—angels must not show, well, anything that would not be appropriate. The dress—especially if the ornament was going to be sculpted as though she were flying—needed a belt if the dress wasn’t going to simply droop from her shoulders. They had not made gloves—she had brought an array for them to choose from, and they had matched her favorite shade of lavender and used it to dye the shoes. They had initially tried it without shoes, but it made the overall impression seem more shepherdess-like than angelic, so Piggy had been obliged to accept yet another pair of lovely shoes&lt;em&gt; (Oh—the burden of it all!)&lt;/em&gt; designed just for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-kZAvKPdI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Ign2Kixw_I/s1600-h/piggy_vmmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079959654298697170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-kZAvKPdI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Ign2Kixw_I/s200/piggy_vmmc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While she had been adamant about the lack of cleavage shown by the neckline, she had been equally insistent on the topic of the effects of heavenly gravity verses earthly gravity. Appropriate undergarments were procured, and everyone was pleased with the result. The undergarments proved to be more significant than anyone had anticipated when it became necessary to hoist Piggy up into the air as though she were actually fluttering around the Christmas tree. It was absolutely imperative that everything stay exactly where it belonged, from the shoes—which showed a marked tendency to come off—to the dress, which wanted to shift a little on her shoulders. The halo and wings proved to be logistical nightmares of their own. Minute adjustments were made, and spirit gum was liberally applied. The pulleys did their work and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-kLAvKPcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FmBrd7q0TlU/s1600-h/piggy_vmmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piggy soared magnificently into the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like everyone else, Kermit walked around her raised form admiringly, but when the admiring went on for what seemed to him like and inordinate amount of time, Kermit began to feel proprietary and huffy, glaring meaningfully at anyone whose gaze lingered for longer than he felt was necessary. Unfortunately, no one paid him any mind—including Piggy—and she giggled and flirted shamelessly with this new batch of camera jockeys while they admired her heavenly form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Can we get started?” Kermit demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;('What an Angel' is continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.muppetcentral.com/showthread.php?t=32435&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-4375740579393043789?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4375740579393043789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=4375740579393043789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4375740579393043789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/4375740579393043789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-fanfic-moment-01.html' title='A Fantastic Fanfic Moment - 01'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn-g4AvKPbI/AAAAAAAAABI/r86jnYD1V70/s72-c/christmas_orn_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-9155039923521886251</id><published>2007-06-24T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:07.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Oz'/><title type='text'>Frank Oz on Smiley (Yes, he is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn77JwvKPZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LmbpWaR5sIo/s1600-h/6358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079773574840597906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn77JwvKPZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LmbpWaR5sIo/s200/6358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When Frank Oz appeared on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/kcet/tavissmiley/archive/200706/20070619.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Travis Smiley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this weekend, in order to talk about his upcoming movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0795368/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Death at a Funeral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; -- which, we can't help feeling, sounds both morbid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt; convenient -- he couldn't escape a series of questions about his history with The Muppet troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tavis&lt;/span&gt;: What is it about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt; that worked so well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Frank Oz: I have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frank Oz, as you probably know if you're lingering around a shady fan-site, was the creator and performer of Miss Piggy, and lent his voice and hands to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myriad&lt;/span&gt; of other characters, from Grover to Yoda, Bert to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fozzie&lt;/span&gt; Bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the subject of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt;, Frank had this to say:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"They were good characters. They were good, but they were hip and they weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;namby&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pamby&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; -- And you've gotta pause and just love the moment when a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; movie director uses the words "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Namby&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pampy&lt;/span&gt;" in an interview. Do go on. --&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"They weren't, like, goody two-shoes good. They were still irreverent, anarchic. And we as performers, when I used to perform, we actually cared for each other. There's a lot of affection there. So even though the characters are fighting, you know there's affection within that fight. And beyond that, I think there's - each character that I do or Jim Henson did or the other guys still do, they're aspects of ourselves, and they're aspects of you. If you don't have those aspects, you can't be touched. And I think that irreverent, anarchic - the familiarity and mirroring your own self, I think part of those things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To read the full interview, go to Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Smiley's&lt;/span&gt; website &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/kcet/tavissmiley/archive/200706/20070619.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-9155039923521886251?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9155039923521886251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=9155039923521886251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9155039923521886251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/9155039923521886251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/frank-on-smileytravis-not-guy.html' title='Frank Oz on Smiley (Yes, he is)'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl53jttLvUg/Rn77JwvKPZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LmbpWaR5sIo/s72-c/6358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-1416411838908490075</id><published>2007-06-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:30:42.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><title type='text'>Why is the grass green? An investigative report by KtF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here, on behalf of Swinehearts News, with an investigative report, the depth of which has been seldom seen on the internet! I have here a question submitted by a top secret informant whose identity I am sworn to protect. The question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is the grass green?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah, and I see a helpful person now. You, sir! Could you answer me a question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: That depends on who's asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am asking, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: Well, that's okay then. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why... is the grass green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Johnny: Cannolis!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...I...see. Well... thank you. Um... moving right along, to these two, uh, gentlemen. Excuse me. Would you mind telling me, why the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Statler: Why is the grass green?&lt;br /&gt;Waldorf: It feels sick!&lt;br /&gt;Statler: Yeah, it's been watching this show too long!&lt;br /&gt;Waldorf: Dohohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But this is no show! This, sirs, is the internet, the information super highway, the world wide-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Statler: It is?&lt;br /&gt;Waldorf:We'd better get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Statler: I'm not allowed to drive, sonny.&lt;br /&gt;Waldorf: Am I'm not crazy enough to be on a regular highway, let alone a super highway!&lt;br /&gt;Fozzie: Boo! That was terrible! Get off the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah, I hear another victim, er... volunteer, approaching. Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fozzie: Hi Kermit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...uh, yes... hello, to you sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fozzie: Kermit... it's me... Fozzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quietly&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shh... I'm working here. I'm going to interview you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fozzie: For real? Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Is my tie straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You look fine, Fozzie. Now then... can you tell me, why the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fozzie: Oh, uh... why the grass is green. I can do this... don't rush me... Oh, yeah! Because the grass is always greener on the OTHER SIDE ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;crickets&gt;&lt;crickets&gt;*crickets* *crickets*&lt;br /&gt;Fozzie: No? well, how about a better question? Why did the chicken cross the grass? Because the grass is always greener on the OTHER SIDE! Wocka wocka! Oh, I kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;... and... everyone else. Thank you, Fozzie. Let's see here... oh! Hi- ho! Kermit, here, with a profound question for the ages. Why is the grass green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pepe: The only green hi am interested in is the moolah, hokay... speaking of which, Kermin... I think it's time hi got a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As much as I would love to talk about this, Pepe, I have a question to which I must find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pepe: Jou won't forget again, will jou, Kermin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Phew... it never hurts to be fast on the old flippers. Oh, I see a lively looking pair over here in the band. Would you mind telling giving me your opinion, sirs, on why the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lips: *silence*&lt;silence&gt;&lt;silence&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I see... and you sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoot: Zzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uh huh. Well... maybe a few of the other bandmates! Pardon me sir, ma'am. Tell me, why do you think the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Floyd and Janice: *hurried conversation* U&lt;hurried&gt;h, we're gonna have to pass on that one, green stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Janice: Rully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My... they certainly seemed in a hurry. Oh, there's Beauregard. He's almost never in a hurry. Beau! Please, tell me... why is the grass green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beau: What colour is the grass now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No, you don't understand, what I wanted to know was... oh.. nevermind. You seem cheerful. Why do you believe that the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bean: Green is for cuteness! And when it's not for cuteness! It's for envy! And if all the grass is green...and cute...then it is bigger than, and cuter than, me and so I am green with envy! Oh get me the weedkiller folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uh... maybe it's time for a scientific perspective. Here we have Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. Can you give us the reason for grass to be green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bunsen: Oh, that has all got to do with chlorophyll... a better question to be considered is why is my assistant, Beaker, green.&lt;br /&gt;Beaker: Mee mee me me meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uh, yes, but rather than explore that... Gonzo! Gonzo, come here please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gonzo: Hi Kermit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello! Gonzo... why is the grass green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gonzo: Because the toasted marshmellow and picadilli sandwiches were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm... going to leave that one alone, but look, we must be getting closer to the real answer! Here's my dear nephew, Robin. Hi- ho, Robin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Robin: Hi, Uncle Kermit! What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am doing inteviews about a very important question. Maybe you can help me. Robin, why do YOU think the grass is green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Robin: 'Cause it's worth it. I mean, I know it's not that easy, being green, but... it's worth it, isn't it, Uncle Kermit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It sure is, Rob-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Piggy: KERMIE!&lt;br /&gt;Robin: See you later! ...good luck with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why, thank you. Uh, hi Piggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Why hello, Kermie! Don't you look so dashing in your trenchcoat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, um... yes, well... I'm doing interviews you see, about a question of great importance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: And what would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why, is the grass green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy:... THAT is the question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: To go with the leaves, of course. Ask moi another, a better question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh... uh... well, alright. Miss Piggy, can you tell me why there are, um... so many songs about rainbows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Because there aren't nearly enough about moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...lovely. WHY CAN'T ANYONE GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Well, why do YOU think the grass is green, mon capitan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;... Um... well... because... it's cool, and friendly-like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Which, the grass or the colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I, uh... I'm not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Moi thinks it's about time vous got out of that trenchcoat and relaxed for a while, Kermie. Sign off now, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kermit: Oh... uh... Until next time, this is Kermit the Frog, saying... it's not easy understanding green either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-1416411838908490075?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1416411838908490075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=1416411838908490075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1416411838908490075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/1416411838908490075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-is-grass-green-investigative-report.html' title='Why is the grass green? An investigative report by KtF'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-3279786418368860340</id><published>2007-06-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:32:20.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='episode guide'/><title type='text'>The Muppet Movies and The Muppet Show Episodes</title><content type='html'>The Muppet Movie&lt;br /&gt;The Great Muppet Caper&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets Take Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Family Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Treasure Island&lt;br /&gt;Muppets From Space&lt;br /&gt;It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas movie&lt;br /&gt;Muppets' Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Juliet Prowse&lt;br /&gt;2. Connie Stevens - this show also has Bert &amp; Ernie. I don't recall the Sesame Street characters showing up on the Muppet Show. This may be the only show Bert &amp;amp; Ernie was in.&lt;br /&gt;3. Joel Grey&lt;br /&gt;4. Ruth Buzzi&lt;br /&gt;5. Rita Moreno&lt;br /&gt;6. Jim Nabors&lt;br /&gt;7. Florence Henderson&lt;br /&gt;8. Paul Williams&lt;br /&gt;9. Charles Aznavour (a French singer/entertainer)&lt;br /&gt;10. Harvey Korman&lt;br /&gt;11. Lena Horne&lt;br /&gt;12. Peter Ustinov&lt;br /&gt;13. Bruce Forsythe&lt;br /&gt;14. Sandy Duncan&lt;br /&gt;15. Candice Bergen&lt;br /&gt;16. Avery Schreiber&lt;br /&gt;17. Ben Vereen&lt;br /&gt;18. Phyllis Diller&lt;br /&gt;19. Vincent Price&lt;br /&gt;20. Valerie Harper&lt;br /&gt;21. Twiggy&lt;br /&gt;22. Ethel Merman&lt;br /&gt;23. Kaye Ballard&lt;br /&gt;24. Mummenschanz (Mimes) - in fact my listing for this show has always been "Weird Mimes Act".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 1: Don Knotts&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 2: Zero Mostel&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 3: Milton Berle&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 4: Rich Little&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 5: Judy Collins&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 6: Nancy Walker&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 7: Edgar Bergen&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 8: Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 9: Madeline Kahn&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 10: George Burns&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 11: Dom DeLuise&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 12: Bernadette Peters&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 13: Rudolf Nureyev&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 14: Elton John&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 15: Lou Rawls&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 16: Cleo Laine&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 17: Julie Andrews&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 18: Jaye P. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 19: Peter Sellers&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 20: Petula Clark&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 21: Bob Hope&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 22: Teresa Brewer&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 23: John Cleese&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 24: Cloris Leachman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-3279786418368860340?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3279786418368860340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=3279786418368860340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3279786418368860340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/3279786418368860340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/muppet-movies-and-muppet-show-episodes.html' title='The Muppet Movies and The Muppet Show Episodes'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-5813578718696974368</id><published>2007-06-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:31:12.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-6WCbP5MmA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-6WCbP5MmA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This lovely, silly, romantic chat is a screen test for the Muppet Movie. It's a wonderful moment between the two characters, and has an extra bit of sentimental charm just from the way Jim is laughing. It's easy to forget nowadays that Kermit and Piggy were much more obviously a couple back then. Look at that spark! Look at Kermit's hysterically horrified reaction when Piggy says she cut Miss Mousey in half, while Jim is giggling! Look at them cuddling up on that log while Kermit flirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;Kermit&lt;/em&gt; flirts. Forgive me for being so starry-eyed and dreamy over this, but I miss stars and dreams. Kind of hard to imagine him denying any sort of affection for her there, isn't it? It's not that he never denied their relationship in those days, of course he did... but actions... his actions have always spoken louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe it's time to see a little more action again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-5813578718696974368?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5813578718696974368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=5813578718696974368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5813578718696974368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/5813578718696974368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271604034004414153.post-6019419584355084967</id><published>2007-06-24T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:31:32.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>Introduction - No ducks here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi ho and welcome again to the Swinehearts' Blog: a celebration of the world's greatest interspecies romance. (If you were looking for Swinehearts.com: The World's Finest Porcine Dating Site...that's down the hall, to the left.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Swinehearts Blog was created by loyal, longtime Muppet fans who have come together to remind the world that Kermit and Miss Piggy are the romance which brought the Muppets to life, and that the love between them should spark and grow as Disney moves into the future with new Muppet projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alternately, we'll remind ourselves about the past romance of the duo, and try to fill in the gaps where The Muppet Show, Muppet's Tonight, and the Muppet movies have left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271604034004414153-6019419584355084967?l=swinehearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6019419584355084967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271604034004414153&amp;postID=6019419584355084967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6019419584355084967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271604034004414153/posts/default/6019419584355084967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swinehearts.blogspot.com/2007/06/testing.html' title='Introduction - No ducks here...'/><author><name>Swineandroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212714535910819740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/Beauregard97/PDV043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
