<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 23:57:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Michelle Buteau</title><description></description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3628606794739570448</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T12:16:52.063-08:00</atom:updated><title>It's On with Alexa Chung! Haaaaay.</title><description>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:mvideo:mtv.com:10253334" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="425" height="354" allowFullscreen="true" flashvars="dist=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eveoh%2Ecom%2Fcollection%2FIts%2DOn%2Dwith%2DAlexa%2DChung%2Fwatch%2Fv19030722yfjAwQK6&amp;orig=veoh"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/alexa_chung/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;It's On w/Alexa Chung: What's Happening (9.1.09)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/alexa_chung/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;It's On w/Alexa Chung: What's Happening (9.1.09)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3628606794739570448?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-on-with-alexa-chung-haaaaay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-5836831737760582373</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T13:15:32.408-07:00</atom:updated><title>Haitian Sensations!</title><description>I found this video on youtube, it had my name tagged on it. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's the cutest thing ever. Check it! &lt;br /&gt;haaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljC1enwZpn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljC1enwZpn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/19621303-5836831737760582373?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2009/07/haitian-sensations_17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-1944635643781215964</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T14:40:13.468-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Netherlands like Jamaica. Oh yes they do.</title><description>This summer I'm spening my summer in Amsterdam, Holland. Dat's right. It's an amazing city, however, the few times I've watched television I'm always looking for the English channel. Although most of the commercials are in Dutch, I came across this cellphone add that had a Bob Marley tune. My first reaction was all "This is so racist!" Now every time I hear on the television, I've got to admit, it makes me a little happy. My mom's Jamaican, and so it's nice to hear a lil' reggae every once in a blue in Holland..but I still think it's so inappropriate. Y tu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3O0nycWZnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3O0nycWZnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/19621303-1944635643781215964?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2009/07/netherlands-like-jamaica-oh-yes-they-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-8253076199017243617</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T23:42:42.765-07:00</atom:updated><title>Address the Mess! - with Kurt Braunohler et moi!</title><description>This recyling event was sponsored by Comedy Central - it was super fun and we helped to reduce a carbon foot print for one of the Octo Mom's kids. 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Really?</title><description>Yes honey, it's about that time of year, the weather is getting warmer and ladies have to get bathing suit friendly. Ew. I've been excersing alot latetly, and although I'm all about the gym and the park, you've got to switch it up bit, so I decided to go to yoga. Yes, I said it, I'm going to yoga. A black woman, who is not Oprah or Gayle is going to Yoga, say what? Say yes. And do you know how hard it is trying to get one of your sista girl friends to come to yoga? It's like pulling teeth from an actorwith no health insurance. I got alot of , "what? come'on nah, you know we don't do yoga..", "or, damn, you trying to work it out like a a skinny white girl" and my favorite - "i mean, really? now isn't that like a substitute for sex or somethin'?" -- Well let's break it down for minute - why wouldn't we practice yoga? Cause it's too expensive? There are cheap places, in fact I found a place that's free, it's a suggested donation, check out www.yogatothepeople.com - Is someone losing their black card for going to yoga? I mean, what's a little stretching and heavy breathing have to do with being black? If we're getting into crazy beliefs n sh*t, then what about people telling us we shouldn't listen to rock &amp; roll? Or have interracail relationships? Or read? Or vote? I mean please, we gonna believe everything someone tells us we should/shouldn't do? You know what other black people do yoga? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SfXesVzX7MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sp8T0mqx17o/s1600-h/rsyoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SfXesVzX7MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sp8T0mqx17o/s400/rsyoga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410587411082434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay? Music and fashion mogul, Russell Simons ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SfXfsKAhkuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9e11n3YbXXs/s1600-h/rsyoga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SfXfsKAhkuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9e11n3YbXXs/s400/rsyoga2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329411683756643042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? There's even a style of yoga called Egyptian Yoga, I mean, how black can you get it? I found it on this website, check it:http://www.blackvoices.com/blogs/2008/03/12/five-benefits-of-a-yoga-workout/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time bredgrin, please think twice about going to yoga and experiencing something very cute and healty! Cha mon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-7491262185557126073?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-people-dont-do-yoga-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SfXesVzX7MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sp8T0mqx17o/s72-c/rsyoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-51797396147584446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T06:27:16.740-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Year. New Body. Okkkay?</title><description>I'm sitting up in the Heathrow Aeroport in London, after a very long but cute three weeks in Europa, - I'm trying to sit comfy in these cheap ass seats, whilst avoiding the smells of holiday diapers, ya know, breathing thru my mouth, eating oats and dried fruits, constantly translating the military time on the departures board in my head so I don't miss my flight which is still two hours away..the point? Well..there really isn't one. In an international airport, you have tons of things to do, actually, but you never end up wanting to do any of them. Worrying about getting home for New Year's Eve on time tonight in New York has probably aged me by two years at least. The most overrated night ever has become my most favorite! Thanks to champagne, H&amp;M clearence dresses, and a new attitude. It's so cheesy, but true - It's not what you do with the night, but the rest of the year. Aww yeah, I feel an Orpah moment coming on. Again, the point? That there isn't one. If you had to look back on the last 12 months, what would you say about them? About yourself? Are you still going to be going to lunch with annoying co-worker? Will you take people's compliments with just a thank you? Are you going to try not to over eat? Put all those pictures in the books? Spend more time with the kids? Stop buying rounds so people will like you? Shit. Well..again, not sure what I'm getting at, I've just been in an airport for a very long time, mostly the whole year actually - but, if I had to describe my last 12 months .. it's be "Really? Shut up." ha. Take that as you wish. Pointless blogs. I love em'. I'll be in the corner giving free hugs to the bathroom cleaning lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-51797396147584446?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-body-okkkay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-4183452208586299918</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T13:33:27.518-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bumbershoot. Bumba-clot!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SNlJ1xGPz7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/glAuiSTeDJc/s1600-h/seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SNlJ1xGPz7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/glAuiSTeDJc/s400/seattle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249308028738457522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gawd. Guess who went to Seattle for the first time? Um, chea..me..and it was AWESOME. I performed in the 2008 Bumbershoot Music &amp; Arts Festival, kind of like a West coast Bonnaroo, but not. I had the best time! And let me say one thing I loves about Seattle, is the diversity, and by diversity, I mean I've never seen such a diverse group of white people, ha. Shut up. So? I felt exotic, for reals. On the real side, the people I met in Seattle were tres cool - liberal, open-minded, kind of conservative free spirits that love granola if ya pickin' up what I'm  laying down. Another thing I loves about Seattle, the weather. It was a cool crisp, warm in the sun, and cool in the shade, everyday was a good hair day, and that will always be a good day, please. I was supposed to open for Zach Galifinakis(www.zachgalifianakis.com) but he canceled last minute, so instead I worked with David Cross and Jeanne Garofalo, who were a stupid amount of fun. Check out www.bumbershoot.org for details, and try and go next year. If you're single, bring your friends, and not a date. Ha, why bring sand to the beach? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SNlOmbc6VJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cp8nl8_6O4w/s1600-h/bumbershoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SNlOmbc6VJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cp8nl8_6O4w/s400/bumbershoot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249313262788039826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-4183452208586299918?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/09/bumbershoot-bumba-clot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/SNlJ1xGPz7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/glAuiSTeDJc/s72-c/seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-4660146538514151934</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T12:29:06.511-07:00</atom:updated><title>More of the Weekly Evil Y'all!</title><description>&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=185010' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the insanely crude yet hilarious reasons why fantasy football is evil. And if you're offended, like "my mom is half fantasy football!" or something, then this video is not for you ... and please, don't blink -- you might miss me! hehe ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-4660146538514151934?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-of-weekly-evil-yall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-6325432172450438410</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T23:01:12.134-07:00</atom:updated><title>Check out the Weekly Evil!</title><description>It'll be the best 4 minutes of you day. C'mon, I'm supposed to say the sheeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=179668' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-6325432172450438410?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-out-weekly-evil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-4804083730735104957</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T13:14:24.349-07:00</atom:updated><title>I went to Bonnaroo, and didn't get high.</title><description>Surprised? Moi aussi! Let me just put this out there, and set the record straight, I don't do drugs, but I thought for sure I would've caught a contact, or something, but no, nothing at all. Hi mom. The only thing I caught was a wiff of grilled chicken and body odor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we haven't been thru this before, Bonnaroo is a modern day woodstock for wanna be hippies, music lovers, the high-end red necks, the low-end frat boys, jimmy buffet fans, and everyone else in between. The adult playground is set on a 700 acre farm, with stages, tents, port-o-potties, and nothing but LOVE and good vibes. At one point though, I saw all these stages and tents for miles and I thought, if there were black people in these tents, it be a Katrina relief program, I'm just sayin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'roo as I heard some peeps call it is a anual undergound music and arts festival that showcases some of the most amazing talent from aroud the world. In two days you go from seeing Willy Nelson, MIA, Pearl Jam, Chromeo, Chris Rock, to Metallica - to name a few..oh, and uh um..Michelle Buteau. ha. shut up. I mean, it really is censory overload. I was booked in the comedy tent, a two thousand seater circus tent, the only venue at the festival that had an air condition! Now that's a sassy way of guaranteeing an audience. I hosted for Brain Posehn and Jim Norton. Needless to say, the shows were a gawd damn sausage fest. Nothing but shirtless boys with bandanas, dirty feet in flip flops double fisting plastic cups of brew. Sounds like a party? Um, it was. It was fucking nuts. All you had to say was "What's up BONNNAAARROOOO!" And that was the Thunder Cat call. Kind of like saying Bush Sucks in a gay comedy room, it's just a crowd pleasa, feel me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing though, with a fest like B'roo, you go to have the time of your life, or you go work. But let me say this,- it's the coolest job - EVER. I mean, please, you can have your cubicle, casual friday, and bi-weekly check aka stability anyday. I'd rather pee standing up for 3 days, shout silly ass shit from stage in cowboy boots in the middle of a farm, and have my NAME on the t-shirt for the Bonnaroo 2008 lineup FOREVER. Jesus Christ, I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-4804083730735104957?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-went-to-bonnaroo-and-didnt-get-high.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-8841316053830852162</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T22:39:41.434-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Break 08! Titty Shake.</title><description>This year I had the honor of being the warm up act for MTV's Spring Break 08' in Sunny Isles, Florida. I was excited, because well, I don't know..in my mind, I'm thinking "I'm gonna be all cute n funny n stuff, and the producers from MTV will fall in love with me and want to develop a show for me.." hahah, please, bitch. &lt;br /&gt;The shows were hosted by the one and only Tila "Want a shot at love" Tequila &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SWsGo7suI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoKJjAZ1Lhg/s1600-h/springb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SWsGo7suI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoKJjAZ1Lhg/s400/springb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180431155823620834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and USA's former beauty queen Tara Conner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SXLGo7svI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LKfO61fXw_A/s1600-h/tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SXLGo7svI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LKfO61fXw_A/s400/tara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180431688399565554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ladies, who hosted different shows, were awesome. Lots of peeps want to hear the "real deal", and honestly, these women were on-time, hard working, surprisinly witty non-divas. The kids were the ones who needed a talking to..I got on stage and I'm all .."Hey y'all..my name is Michelle ..Miss Michelle if ya nasty...heeeyy..." haha They were all "Shut up! Where's Tila and my free t-shirt fat bitch?" Oh hell to the no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCWo7swI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_doRPLj2PMs/s1600-h/springb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCWo7swI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_doRPLj2PMs/s400/springb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180433737098965762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCmo7sxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/th3NBgHgvBw/s1600-h/springb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCmo7sxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/th3NBgHgvBw/s400/springb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180433741393933074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCmo7syI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_H5YOfY3JRA/s1600-h/springb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZCmo7syI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_H5YOfY3JRA/s400/springb4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180433741393933090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZC2o7szI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_6i6XJpp17Y/s1600-h/springb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SZC2o7szI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_6i6XJpp17Y/s400/springb5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180433745688900402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, even when I went to school in Miami, I used to wear clothes. I'm talking bikinis with platforms, and that was just the guys. Shut up. There was this one girl who was 8 months prego, in a bikini - wait for it - and she looked good! Please. &lt;br /&gt;Did I feel old? Um, sure..at times. But I'll tell ya this much, hanging out with the youth is just as educational as hangin' out with the elderly. I'd do it again, but this time I'd totally wear a spank. Okkaaay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, MTV - I'm still waiting for my contract...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out www.mtv.com for time &amp; info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-8841316053830852162?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-08-titty-shake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R-SWsGo7suI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoKJjAZ1Lhg/s72-c/springb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-7666760021177699212</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T22:42:33.032-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Belated St Paddy's Day. Shut up.</title><description>Saint Patrick's Day has special meaning for me because it's the day I moved to The Big Apple. It was only 7 years ago, but it's that weird time where it feels like it was yesterday but like 10 years ago...I can still remember walking to work on 6th Avenue at 4 in the afternoon, stepping over green vomit and shiny green and orange necklaces. Good times. In an unrelated, but related event, Lewis Black (one of my all time fav comics www.lewisblack.net) has a hot new show on Comedy Central called "The Root of All Evil". Comedy Central's website, The Motherload, (http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/) produces weekly snippets of evil shit featuring rotating comics in NYC &amp; elsewhere. Check out why we find St Paddy's Evil..in a loving, humorous, nasty, way...of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=164101' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-7666760021177699212?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-belated-st-paddys-day-shut-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-7688900381173870109</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T17:32:46.573-08:00</atom:updated><title>30 Years in Africa...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8dggdUwdII/AAAAAAAAADk/5gYGTBLUd-0/s1600-h/feature-30years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8dggdUwdII/AAAAAAAAADk/5gYGTBLUd-0/s400/feature-30years.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208807802074242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a one woman show that doesn't suck. I'm proud. It's about my trip to Africa last year for my 30th birthday. Yes, I'm 30 bitches! Um, but I'm also 21 though...from the waist down! Shut up. I perform it tomorrow night for the first time. More to come, I'll let you know how it goes..fingers and flesh flutes crossed. Oh no she didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-7688900381173870109?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-years-in-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8dggdUwdII/AAAAAAAAADk/5gYGTBLUd-0/s72-c/feature-30years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3931758697006760646</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T21:27:59.116-08:00</atom:updated><title>Guess who's going to Bonnaroo!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8D8edUwdHI/AAAAAAAAADc/4vzNBYc0WjU/s1600-h/bonnaroo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8D8edUwdHI/AAAAAAAAADc/4vzNBYc0WjU/s400/bonnaroo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170409972419294322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnaroo, if ya don't know, is a four day music festival that started in 2002. It takes place on a farm in Manchester, Tennessee. "A la Woodstock", Bonnaroo's music fest offers multiple stages of live music; including world, hip hop, jazz, americana, bluegrass, country music, folk, gospel, reggae, electronica, and COMEDY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the line-up. SHUT UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonnaroo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bonnaroofest.com/2008/mySpace/Bonnaroo2008_lineup.jpg" width="368" height="476" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3931758697006760646?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-whos-going-to-bonnaroo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R8D8edUwdHI/AAAAAAAAADc/4vzNBYc0WjU/s72-c/bonnaroo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-1376750492556551649</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T08:23:23.840-08:00</atom:updated><title>South Beach Comedy Festival!</title><description>&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=148974' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January I performed at The South Beach Comedy Festival. Comedy Central produced the shows and it was LOCO! I was part of the Lincoln Road Comedy Show, - a free show on Lincoln Road twice a night featuring 5 up &amp; coming comics around the country. Shut up! You can't tell, but there's hundreds of people sitting, standing, and walking by, hence me losing my voice n stuff. Let me whatcha think! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.southbeachcomedyfestival.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-1376750492556551649?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/02/south-beach-comedy-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-2077928872148984977</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T22:42:03.963-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mom &amp; I hit Ireland yo!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7knr9UwdGI/AAAAAAAAADU/ntuhtI4Laz8/s1600-h/dublin_063.sized"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7knr9UwdGI/AAAAAAAAADU/ntuhtI4Laz8/s400/dublin_063.sized" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168205683533837410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother &amp; I took a trip to Dublin for Valentine's Day this year. I performed that weekend at the International Comedy Club. Check it out at http://www.theinternationalcomedyclub.com In this pic we were in Wicklow, the country side of Ireland. We had beaucoup fun, but I don't think my mother has had some many potatoes in so little time. I said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-2077928872148984977?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-i-hit-ireland-yo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7knr9UwdGI/AAAAAAAAADU/ntuhtI4Laz8/s72-c/dublin_063.sized' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-2138097720694157495</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T21:22:22.912-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Road of Buteau!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7kVhdUwdFI/AAAAAAAAADM/nZQ6ldtZr2M/s1600-h/buteaurue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7kVhdUwdFI/AAAAAAAAADM/nZQ6ldtZr2M/s400/buteaurue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168185711935910994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! I had no idea my last name was so famous! It's a road somewhere in Brigadoon. Buteau derives from the French word Bateau, which means boat.&lt;br /&gt;My family came on a boat, um, not by choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-2138097720694157495?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-of-buteau.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/R7kVhdUwdFI/AAAAAAAAADM/nZQ6ldtZr2M/s72-c/buteaurue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-7825713607045050181</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T09:54:06.523-08:00</atom:updated><title>BUTEAUPIA (Boo-toe-pee-yah)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RzyHloBvk2I/AAAAAAAAADE/wSMtTwMxcuw/s1600-h/cdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RzyHloBvk2I/AAAAAAAAADE/wSMtTwMxcuw/s400/cdcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133126755765162850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many months of writing, planning, producing, editing, and re-editing, the date is FINALLY SET! DECEMBER 4TH on WWW.CDBABY.COM You'll be able to snatch up a copy of some Buteau goodness! Oh hell, I hope you're sitting. It's the perfect Kwanza gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-7825713607045050181?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/11/buteaupia-boo-toe-pee-yah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RzyHloBvk2I/AAAAAAAAADE/wSMtTwMxcuw/s72-c/cdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3269608608008514475</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-29T21:04:06.152-07:00</atom:updated><title>Someone has bought my WEBSITE!!!</title><description>From right under me! Some guy in Italy purchased it minutes after it expired Friday, OCtober 26th. The NERVE! So, not sure if I can get MY name back - in the mean time, I'm going to have a new site - details are still being worked out, but I will keep &lt;br /&gt;you updated! Thank you for your emails, comments, &amp; concerns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take the domain from the girl but the girl will always have the name!&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3269608608008514475?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/10/someone-has-bought-my-website.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-5779115009479319730</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-29T20:57:09.209-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shades of Black Final Show for 007'!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://comixny.com/event.aspx?eid=280"&gt;Click here to Purchase Tickets&lt;img src=" http://www.theblackcomedyproject.com/images/webflyersSHADES.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-5779115009479319730?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/10/shades-of-black-final-show-for-007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-5486437916483125241</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-21T16:51:02.408-07:00</atom:updated><title>I got be a video ho!</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPuoomAGxl4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPuoomAGxl4" 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/19621303-5486437916483125241?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-be-video-ho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3838260445659644239</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-04T23:45:02.273-07:00</atom:updated><title>I love comedy. And comedy loves me black.</title><description>I’m a comedian. I do comedy. In short, my life has become comedy.  &lt;br /&gt;I was getting my hair done at the beauty salon. A young man walked in and said he was selling boot-leg DVDs, and that he had “The Passion of Christ” on DVD. A little old black lady, who didn’t miss a beat, chimed back, “No thanks baby, I’ve got the book.”  I thought that was so right on. But then he said, “There’s a book?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been doing a lot of traveling as of lately, performing at colleges and universities in the Midwest and the South. At one school I performed at, a kid was heckling me. I shot back, it was a friendly fire of course, and the student body loved it. Then I found out at the end of the show that the kid had turrets. I was recently performing in Kentucky, it was my first time there, and I was really impressed with the hospitality in the South. People kept asking me “How y’all doing? How y’all doing?”  I just kept thinking, it’s just me here, but we’re all fine, thank you.  I did a show at an aviation college.  The students were great, - very sharp and surpringsly charming. Unfortunately, they were all obese and I couldn’t help but think, “How are you going to fly a plane if you can’t even fit into a cock pit?”  I just got booked to perform at school that I had applied to and was denied!  Now that is going to be a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also been taking acting classes, which has been a crazy amount of fun.  While  stand-up comedy is my first love, acting is becoming a close second. Losing yourself in a scene is completely therapeutic. I was doing a cold reading with my partner in class last week. My character gets angry in the scene, so I gave her a little sass. My acting teacher stopped us and asked me if I was a black person. Confused, I said “Uh, yeah...I’m black.”  Lovingly, he said “That’s why that attitude comes so natural for you. Go with that.” These are the moments in my life where I’d like to think “What would Oprah do?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very close friend of mine recently came out to her family. She was pretty upset about telling them she was gay. I told her I could empathize. It’s always an awkward moment when I have tell people I’m black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people often say “You can’t make this stuff up!” and “The jokes just write themselves!”  I’d like to meet these people. I’d like to shake their hand, and say “Right on!” But mostly, I’d like to find out if they do comedy and if they’re black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3838260445659644239?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-comedy-and-comedyloves-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3406502725034928882</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-13T03:37:38.498-07:00</atom:updated><title>Head over heels.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukSGN6rvVI/AAAAAAAAACo/twcgQToINkw/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukSGN6rvVI/AAAAAAAAACo/twcgQToINkw/s400/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109635150252850514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wearing heels, but sometimes, the don't love me back. If you're wearing heels, and you feel like your pinky toe has a heartbeat, you might wanna take your shoes off. -- And accept that you might be the type of girl who needs to rock flats or kitten heels. The sooner you learn that the happier you'll be! Some shoes aren't even made for walking. Guess you're just supposed to leave them on. Oh hell to the no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3406502725034928882?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/09/head-over-heels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukSGN6rvVI/AAAAAAAAACo/twcgQToINkw/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-3142041957346954570</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-13T03:31:15.388-07:00</atom:updated><title>RetroVision Media.</title><description>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-3194413151104096291&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a show after I went on an impromptu hike at a friend's house. As a comic, you have to get off whatever is on your chest! (no pun) I didn't know that RetroVision Media was there taping..either way, I felt better! Don't judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-3142041957346954570?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/09/retrovision-media.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19621303.post-5456452055773281768</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-13T03:27:27.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Buteaupia" (Boo-Toe-Pee-Yeah)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukQAd6rvUI/AAAAAAAAACg/sCYFmjaec9M/s1600-h/buteaupia1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukQAd6rvUI/AAAAAAAAACg/sCYFmjaec9M/s400/buteaupia1.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109632852445347138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded an album a couple of weeks ago. The taping was AMAZING. I performed for an hour, and it felt like 10 minutes. Seriously, I felt so after this taping I wanted to go bathing suit shopping. Shut up. The album will be out the beginning of October. It's gonna be so good it's bad! Aww, hell no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19621303-5456452055773281768?l=michellebuteau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://michellebuteau.blogspot.com/2007/09/buteaupia-boo-toe-pee-yeah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Buteau)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XMxyj67t9bc/RukQAd6rvUI/AAAAAAAAACg/sCYFmjaec9M/s72-c/buteaupia1.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>