<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="https://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:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507</id><updated>2024-03-08T01:15:33.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanga's Secret Sauce</title><subtitle type='html'>The end of stupid.
Comments to kangasauce@yahoo.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='https://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-115077457686012826</id><published>2006-06-19T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:36:16.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I fought the stupid by: Explaining the Darfur situation to someone who had never heard of it before today.Since some of you don't want to join MySpace (which I understand), at some point I'm going to have to get better at merging everything. I've now got a post or two over there now, and that's just silly, especially since I'm trying to work on things for this page. And now my legs are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/115077457686012826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/115077457686012826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115077457686012826' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-115034126688012125</id><published>2006-06-14T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:14:26.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I fought the stupid by:  Listening to David Byrne's radio show. And not telling you who DB is if you don't know.Of course, I've joined MySpace. Net zero.I hate myspace. I HATE it with the fire of a hundred burning suns in your eyes. The layout is an obnoxious nightmare and I think I am the oldest person on there (delightful snarky thought here). Alas, I was tricked by my sister who has THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/115034126688012125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/115034126688012125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115034126688012125' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-114891735687372107</id><published>2006-05-29T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:32:00.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Major changes? Whaa?For the most part, I think I have successfully eliminated my...er....pest problem, so Kanga will be making a triumphant return to this web address. There will be major changes as we move forward, incorporating some of the new-which-shall-be-old blog with this one, more of a structure, etc. etc. I won't bore you with the details, but it should be better and more relevant.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/114891735687372107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/114891735687372107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114891735687372107' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-108265596061499196</id><published>2004-04-22T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:48:59.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jet is actually an Australian band.My swank new blog, smart colors and all, is now public (or whatever).If you've not yet joined us in the present you may search directories for days...or drop me a line at ye olde kangasauce box like you should have done weeks ago. Naughty naughty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/108265596061499196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/108265596061499196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108265596061499196' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107972617794905730</id><published>2004-03-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:58:42.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adrien likes Hummers!I have just seen a photo of Adrien Brody leaning on that gas guzzling pointless atrocity looking pleased as punch. Feeling....faint.... Doesn't anyone have principles anymore? Sadly I now must rely on Howard Stern to get some righteous indignation.Doesn't seem right does it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107972617794905730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107972617794905730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107972617794905730' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107971506745799296</id><published>2004-03-19T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:50:54.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah brother Howard.I am too nice for my own good. The original meaning of nice was STUPID.Now. Who heard what they said on Oprah yesterday?? They wouldn't let Howard Stern play it this morning. Now that's some double standard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107971506745799296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107971506745799296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107971506745799296' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107955175100926323</id><published>2004-03-17T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:35:41.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A note about being drunk:For all of you about to put large amounts of alcohol into your bloodstream, do remember nobody likes a person who blames Mr. Corona for doing what they wanted to do. And no...I'm not talking about Alby--a)he didn't do that and b)he's not the only person in the world. Join me here in "Everything is not about Alby" land. Focus. Y'all know the fools I'm talking about. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107955175100926323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107955175100926323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107955175100926323' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107937149432423461</id><published>2004-03-15T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:44:07.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You don't need money with a face like that, do ya honey?"World, schmorld.Dear Albelino.-some guy said to me this morning that thing from that song by that Brit band.i said thanks but i do in fact need 2 dollars for this donut and this coffee and on reflection i may need more later cause i have bills and also i need gas for my car which does not run on song lyrics. he paid for my donut and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107937149432423461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107937149432423461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107937149432423461' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107927938089718500</id><published>2004-03-14T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:32:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psst. Al Qaeda. Ever hear of NONVIOLENT RESISTANCE?What IS it with terrorists? Haven't these people ever heard of Gandhi? Martin Luther King? Geez. The British left India.  Black people are now allowed to use the same bathroom as whites. Nonviolent resistance: 2. Meanwhile.... the West Bank still belongs to Israel. The Basque region is still part of Spain. Terrorist bombings and violence: 0. As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107927938089718500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107927938089718500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107927938089718500' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107903342706207731</id><published>2004-03-11T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T14:39:58.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the sweating continues all around.I am in possession of new information.A revelation if you will.I certainly feel better than I did.And it seems that the world will complete its revolution on course and that what will be will be.I also have much more realistic things to talk about... like the explosions in Madrid. All of those people had families and loved ones. I can hear them screaming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107903342706207731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107903342706207731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107903342706207731' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107895896866884795</id><published>2004-03-10T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:58:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devotion like bones.Tomorrow I will share a secret.Or maybe I won't.I just felt I should post something--as I've been rewriting the same post for awhile and just deleted it. But there is devotion like bones, and while fact distortion can rework the skin, bones are hard to break. They remain the same underneath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107895896866884795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107895896866884795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107895896866884795' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107885968766006714</id><published>2004-03-09T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:17:02.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And tomorrow.I met the most gentle fellow yesterday. He smells nice as well. I mean, the guy takes the time to smell nice in the middle of the night. I'm not necessarily a fan of cologne but isn't that lovely? As I've mentioned, there is so little loveliness these days.  It doesn't take much.  A  stroke of the cheek, some cologne when no one will notice... little things. And their worth is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107885968766006714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107885968766006714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107885968766006714' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107875891965639339</id><published>2004-03-08T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:17:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be back tomorrow.I'm using the noggin today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107875891965639339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107875891965639339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107875891965639339' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107859623629503939</id><published>2004-03-06T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T13:10:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which country do I live in--and being an aberration.People are being felony charged for marrying gay couples...gee.  Talk about your forward progress. Maybe one day we can stone gay people like the Taliban did... I wonder how those log cabin Republicans are feeling lately. I expect they realize that some of us are more equal than others--that's the American way! George Orwell got that about 70 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107859623629503939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107859623629503939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107859623629503939' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107850461802634847</id><published>2004-03-05T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:39:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Howard Stern and America. And, the newest pickup line.When a  guy who does fart jokes is talking about the FCC and telling his fans to vote against Bush....you know it has hit the fan.Every day I find myself becoming more and more irritated with the current pResident and the apolitical nature of the voting aged public in this country.  I'm going to be doing a lot  of work to register new voters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107850461802634847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107850461802634847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107850461802634847' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107782448112862048</id><published>2004-02-27T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T14:43:38.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be back Monday or Tuesday....Watch the Oscars.That's not so much an order as a suggestion. A harmless one at that.Don't be so ridiculous!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107782448112862048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107782448112862048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107782448112862048' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107772441663082935</id><published>2004-02-25T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:21:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ye Olde Computer Laboratory. And, George Bush is a backwards bottomfeeding turd.Today I sit in the computer lab of my old school. They have flat screens and vertical towers now.I used to sit here with someone else, sometimes. I used to go there just to see him. He used to peek at me over the side of the computers. He would prop an elbow up on the desk, set his chin in his half fisted hand, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107772441663082935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107772441663082935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107772441663082935' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-10770653617740897</id><published>2004-02-17T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:54:17.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. You.Do you think it's fair that any time you want to 'see' me you pop by?What happens when *I* want to see *you*?Bloggery is such strange work. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/10770653617740897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/10770653617740897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#10770653617740897' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107703778348178646</id><published>2004-02-17T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:13:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A word about "seems".Didn't Emily Dickinson write a poem about being formal inside? People do this. They trot out "seem" and other formal three dollar words like "draconian" and "etiquette" to prove how very sensible and in control they are.Business communication for personal relations. What it really means is that the hall of the heart has been threatened into order. A course of action has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107703778348178646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107703778348178646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107703778348178646' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107661969390660944</id><published>2004-02-12T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:03:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The monstrosity which is...Valentine's is coming. Which is fantastic.Love is good. Actually, love is incorrect. Partly because it is good.I'm too stressed to explain that, but Van Morrison has an extensive catalog on this issue and he's a better writer than I.So, happy doo to you and yours if I don't return before Saturday.Alby has become quite the blog joke at this point, but if I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107661969390660944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107661969390660944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107661969390660944' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107618595267068790</id><published>2004-02-07T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T15:34:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm glad that most of you take the blog in the spirit in which it is intended.If you don't get the tongue in cheek nature of this blog I'm so hardly sorry.I'm off to move things and things...but will be back tomorrow for more hijinks and illogical behavior.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107618595267068790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107618595267068790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618595267068790' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107612687126566868</id><published>2004-02-06T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:11:09.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind is working this like a Rubix cube.I know some of y'all get the joke.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107612687126566868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107612687126566868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612687126566868' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107593921433975393</id><published>2004-02-04T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:00:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday I Write The Book, the Moon, and the stars.He's a big ole liar. He said he'd sing me Everyday I Write The Book--and he didn't.Which is just as well, because it probably would mean I would never listen to it again. I'm listening to it right now. And it is such a sweet little tune that I would hate to have lost it. I really must give "him" some kind of hip Mr. 'Big'ish tag so's not to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107593921433975393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107593921433975393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593921433975393' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107585890956368259</id><published>2004-02-03T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T06:23:30.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Edwards has won South Carolina--South Carolinian Democrats have what is called 'sense'. His speechifyin' was fantastic. But John Kerry. What is the attraction there? Anyone?And yes I *do* have links to the 'Bush didn't show up for duty' stories making rounds. Maybe I'll post them sometime. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107585890956368259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107585890956368259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585890956368259' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816507.post-107569740556781091</id><published>2004-02-02T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:54:50.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bono cures all ills. Right now he is curing my staying awake problem. Who is Hawkmoon? Has Hawkmoon expressed reciprocal sentiment, or is Bono *pining*?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107569740556781091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816507/posts/default/107569740556781091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kangasauce.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569740556781091' title=''/><author><name>Kanga</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/02911964831796200835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author></entry></feed>