<?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-8927204</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:31.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigwhoop-di-do ...bastard child of bigwhoop</title><subtitle type='html'>It's one thing to join a conversation.  It's another to take over.  This site used to do covers of topics on the Bigwhoop.org.  Now, I mainly use it to post really terrible writing that I have to edit, so that someone else can take a stab at it, too.  So take a stab at it. How about a hack?  A slice? Let's all just brutally slash it to ribbons, MASSACRE it!  That's what these people have done to the language.  It's a crime, I tell you, a crime.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110574169374541587</id><published>2005-01-14T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:32:32.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In desperate need of a deadline</title><summary type='text'>I have a lot of things that need to be done, but no one thing cries out for attention above all others.  There is no squeaky wheel, no looming deadline, no urgent issue.  And I have a headache that's been sitting on me for roughly the last 20 hours, seriously impairing my motivation.  So what should I do first:a) pay billsb) write scriptsc) clean my roomd) return phone callse) dye my hairf)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110574169374541587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110574169374541587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110574169374541587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110574169374541587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-desperate-need-of-deadline.html' title='In desperate need of a deadline'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110257949566175316</id><published>2004-12-09T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T03:14:58.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So dumb I could cry</title><summary type='text'>It's more than three hours and I still can't figure out what I'm doing wrong, and I have work to do, and yet I continue to futz around with the thing I can't do. I can't decide if this is obsessive or compulsive behavior. Either way, it's really stupid, and I have a sore throat, I'm very tired, I have to be in a meeting at 8 a.m., and I have to compile a whole package of legal documents for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110257949566175316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110257949566175316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110257949566175316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110257949566175316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-dumb-i-could-cry.html' title='So dumb I could cry'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110243592321432316</id><published>2004-12-07T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:18:35.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun with Editing</title><summary type='text'>Here again, is the horror of my world...Sitting on the warm leather couch in his office staring at each other a sense of a foreboding presence surrounded them. Silence permeated the room with a deep gloom of desperation, Michael suddenly broke the curse and asked” is Raphael busy Lucy? Staring at Lucy with placid tone.Speechless she shook her head with a” no” response“Can you tell him I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110243592321432316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110243592321432316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110243592321432316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110243592321432316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-fun-with-editing.html' title='More Fun with Editing'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110217981681116455</id><published>2004-12-04T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:07:08.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sports Gives Life Meaning Today</title><summary type='text'>Really, it's not sports, per se, it's writing about sports. Writing like this:"....The 5-6 Rams are trailing the West by one game. They have lost four of their last five games by a total of 82 points. Their fans aren't just booing during games; they're doing everything short of throwing their own feces. Their coach has become such a punchline, a reader e-mailed me this week and asked if I could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110217981681116455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110217981681116455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110217981681116455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110217981681116455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-sports-gives-life-meaning-today.html' title='Why Sports Gives Life Meaning Today'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110205230937081630</id><published>2004-12-03T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:42:25.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Xtian World is Flat</title><summary type='text'>Probably would have been better to try to tackle the most abused book of the Xtian bible some time when I'd had a little more sleep and wasn't heaving bilious bits of burnt-car smoke out of my lungs, but as it is, I am trying to read it now. And it is pissing me off. Actually, it's not the apostle Paul who is such a pain in the ass, but all the hateful cretins since him who have taken his words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110205230937081630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110205230937081630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110205230937081630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110205230937081630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/12/xtian-world-is-flat.html' title='The Xtian World is Flat'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110090883243190878</id><published>2004-11-19T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:21:33.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><summary type='text'>The Graduate I don't remember what it was I was going to say about this.  But it's my favorite photo. So here it is. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110090883243190878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110090883243190878' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110090883243190878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110090883243190878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110083079839379282</id><published>2004-11-18T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:24:07.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentically, indignantly hilarious...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this started out as a, well, a sort of cry of despair, but it's shaping up kinda good... First, I sent out this email:I am absolutely not making this up. This is the unbelievable shite I am trying to edit into English:Dredging himself down the long dark corridors shadowy figures were whispering sounds of acknowledgement that he was there. Realization of anticipated recovery pierced his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110083079839379282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110083079839379282' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110083079839379282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110083079839379282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/authentically-indignantly-hilarious.html' title='Authentically, indignantly hilarious...'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110046704581951056</id><published>2004-11-14T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:02:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><summary type='text'>I notice, when I pass dark windows or other reflective surfaces, that sometimes the most troubled and needful among us are dogged by an urge to fix or rescue others. Or similarly, to be tolerant and accepting of the empty lovelies or adoring empties or otherwise-not-entirely-worthy-or-suitable companions who might present themselves. It's the same trick. The first is a distraction from our own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110046704581951056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110046704581951056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110046704581951056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110046704581951056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110045509092443429</id><published>2004-11-14T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:35:43.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss America and all that you don't want</title><summary type='text'>We came out of the Bible study session at the break, and Punk went to get sodas for me and Epstein, and we went and sat on the grass, arguing about God's divine compassion or indifference until Epstein's intransigence pissed me off so bad I started to cry, and that's when Punk got back with the drinks. It was ugly. There had been something brewing."What the hell is this? You having some kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110045509092443429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110045509092443429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110045509092443429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110045509092443429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/miss-america-and-all-that-you-dont.html' title='Miss America and all that you don&apos;t want'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110026840278856970</id><published>2004-11-12T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T09:06:42.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Xtians to the lions</title><summary type='text'>  A man in Taiwan jumped into the lion's pit at a big ol' city zoo, and sat down in front of the lions to attempt to convert them to Christianity.  The very irate lions attempted to convert him to lunch.  I hope the Jehovah's Witnesses saw that clip.  They should remember that not everyone is interested in becoming Christian.Now if this had been Mr. Furst, the lions would have failed.  Not in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110026840278856970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110026840278856970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110026840278856970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110026840278856970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/throwing-xtians-to-lions.html' title='Throwing Xtians to the lions'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110020439539637709</id><published>2004-11-11T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:23:28.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random acts of propaganda...</title><summary type='text'> Published in the Times of London's November 13, 2000 issue:A news article in today's Wall Street Journal (11/13) falsely charges that in 1969 an Israeli tried to burn down the al-Aqsa Mosque, when, in fact, the arson was committed by a tourist, a fundamentalist Protestant from Australia. It should also be noted that Muslim bystanders attacked Israeli firemen as they struggled to save the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110020439539637709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110020439539637709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110020439539637709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110020439539637709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-acts-of-propaganda.html' title='Random acts of propaganda...'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-110013529848313642</id><published>2004-11-10T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:08:18.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it IRONIC...?</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it IRONIC.....that Arlen Specter survived tough primary and general election challenges in 2004 without having to run too far to the right, only to find himself now citing Rush Limbaugh in a Wall Street Journal op-ed, and calling to assure Pat Robertson that he will support Bush's SCOTUS nominees......that the increased GOP majority in the Senate may cause headaches for Bill Frist....that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/110013529848313642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=110013529848313642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110013529848313642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/110013529848313642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it IRONIC...?'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109989827224996568</id><published>2004-11-07T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:14:03.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop-di-quiz No. 2</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's Monday; time for the weekly quiz! And since this site does covers of BigWhoop's greatest hits, I've decided to take a page from Jankowski's playbook and offer a prize for the high scoring quiz. 1) _____________ is determined by: a) acreage b) headcount c) polychromatics2) A record of 106 yards ... set when by whom for what?3) How many words in the Gettysburg address? In the 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109989827224996568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109989827224996568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109989827224996568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109989827224996568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/whoop-di-quiz-no-2.html' title='Whoop-di-quiz No. 2'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109987183937120734</id><published>2004-11-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:54:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another email test post</title><summary type='text'>While I am waiting for the stupid ING site to GET ITS SHIT TOGETHER, I am emailing this to the blog, just to see if the bloghost is still a dysfunctional piece of crap, because it hasn't been taking direct email posts, but the idea was that everyone should be able to use the email address to post to this stupid blog, and not just comments.So basically, it's just a test, but I am also using this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109987183937120734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109987183937120734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109987183937120734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109987183937120734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-email-test-post.html' title='Another email test post'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109986258010186397</id><published>2004-11-07T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:32:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, I don't get my way...</title><summary type='text'>I have been checking this retarded web site all fricken afternoon, and they seem to have it together with all the other statistical breakdowns, but the ones that are of interest to ME, they cannot seem to get HANDLED! Nothing for the age classes, nothing for the Americans. So I am going to have to figure it out myself.Furst was 130th out of all the men, 148th overall, out of a crazy-ass field </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109986258010186397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109986258010186397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109986258010186397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109986258010186397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/again-i-dont-get-my-way.html' title='Again, I don&apos;t get my way...'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109985971438516081</id><published>2004-11-07T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:01:28.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I didn't know about Rudy</title><summary type='text'>Because I am stalking all things New York today, I learned this:  Rudy Guiuliani used to be a liberal Democrat, and he switched parties to advance his political fortunes. I thought this was pretty swiney. Then there were all those police abuses during his mayoralty. Then there was the cheating on his wife, then the cheating on his mistress. But it's hard to deny that he was a towering figure of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109985971438516081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109985971438516081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985971438516081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985971438516081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-i-didnt-know-about-rudy.html' title='What I didn&apos;t know about Rudy'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109985046762675485</id><published>2004-11-07T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T13:01:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS JUST IN!!!20 Miles: 1:59:55 Pace per mile: 5:59Projected finishing time: 2:37:05Okay, he's still ahead of projections, but this would be at the incoherent, pitching-himself-off-the-bridge phase. He needs every ounce of gumption and grace he can muster. He's hoping to come in at 2:37:18. His fantasy is to come in under 2:37. This race is so far over by this time, I've had it.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109985046762675485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109985046762675485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985046762675485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985046762675485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-just-in-20-miles-15955-pace-per.html' title=''/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109985021358550287</id><published>2004-11-07T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:06:56.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated updates</title><summary type='text'> I would just like to know why there are NO updates on the INGNYCMarathon website. Come back after 5 p.m. ??? What is THAT??? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109985021358550287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109985021358550287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985021358550287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985021358550287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/belated-updates.html' title='Belated updates'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109984725048890525</id><published>2004-11-07T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T12:07:30.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why life is good in spite of George Bush</title><summary type='text'>FURST IS AHEAD!! ... of his own projections for his splits in the NYC Marathon. Lara is out there giving it up for Furstie, and if the rest of you damn New Yorkers aren't out there giving this man the LOVE, well then, THE TERRORISTS HAVE WON!!Splits for Our Man Furst are as follows:Halfway point: 1:17:38Pace per mile: 5:55Projected finishing time: 2:35:16Furst's plan, you'll recall: "6:00 pace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109984725048890525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109984725048890525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109984725048890525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109984725048890525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-life-is-good-in-spite-of-george.html' title='Why life is good in spite of George Bush'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109985409036473372</id><published>2004-11-07T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:02:32.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophetic numbering</title><summary type='text'>ING New York City Marathon Athlete Alert for Eric J Furst (race number 245)Eric J. Furst has finished the ING New York City Marathon in 2:45:40. I don't know why this is making me remember this, but there was one regatta in San Diego, no it was L.A., and there was a freak storm came up right when the heat started and we had waves washing into the shell, and battering rain; we could scarcely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109985409036473372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109985409036473372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985409036473372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109985409036473372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/prophetic-numbering.html' title='Prophetic numbering'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109984348225661600</id><published>2004-11-07T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T11:09:45.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My values are out of step</title><summary type='text'>I believe that the fundamental promise of America is economic opportunity and personal liberty.  Yet I believe I am out of touch with half of Americans. Because half of America obviously is willing to forfeit economic justice, security and opportunity in order to be allowed to impair the personal liberty of people who are not like them. I think that's cutting off your nose to spite your face. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109984348225661600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109984348225661600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109984348225661600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109984348225661600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-values-are-out-of-step.html' title='My values are out of step'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109975331073767237</id><published>2004-11-06T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:01:50.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yassar Arafat is still not dead."</title><summary type='text'>I'm not kidding.  That's what Keith Olberman of MSNBC said.  That's the headline folks..."Yassar Arafat is still not dead."The man is a terrorist.  He never rehabilitated himself.  He could have become a statesman, could have redeemed his legacy, but instead he just hunkered in, like another brute we know, and reveled in the adoration of his own minions.  When you wallow in the bullshit that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109975331073767237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109975331073767237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109975331073767237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109975331073767237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/yassar-arafat-is-still-not-dead.html' title='&quot;Yassar Arafat is still not dead.&quot;'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109974668041912084</id><published>2004-11-06T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:42:32.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of 638 votes cast, 4258 were for Bush...?</title><summary type='text'>In one voting precinct in Gahanna, Ohio, 4,258 voters supposedly cast an electronic ballot for George Bush while only 260 voted for John Kerry. While it is vaguely possible that over 94% of voters in the precinct supported Bush, it is a hard number to believe considering that only 638 voters were counted at the polling center.Might be of interest to note that Gahanna is the biblical name for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109974668041912084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109974668041912084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109974668041912084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109974668041912084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/out-of-638-votes-cast-4258-were-for.html' title='Out of 638 votes cast, 4258 were for Bush...?'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109958783659862181</id><published>2004-11-04T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:11:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... I’m not sure I even have a cogent philosophy of government. I’ve lived a political life, but if I’m honest about it, it’s been more reactive than proactive. More about resisting or changing what I don’t like than promoting what I do. But here’s the thing: we have to acknowledge certain realities and understand that there’s an inescapable natural Marxism to the world that works with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109958783659862181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109958783659862181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109958783659862181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109958783659862181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109948503967888294</id><published>2004-11-03T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:04:12.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting Vocabulary for a Stronger America</title><summary type='text'>Well, here we are in the land of the free, where people are willing to sell their sons and daughters and even their own self-interest down the river in order to strut their self-righteous sanctimony around in defense of VOCABULARY!Yippee! We have defended the word MARRIAGE! We brought out the godly hate vote, mobilized bitchy, faith-based America to make sure the fucking homos don't get to use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109948503967888294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109948503967888294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109948503967888294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109948503967888294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/protecting-vocabulary-for-stronger.html' title='Protecting Vocabulary for a Stronger America'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109936826163086042</id><published>2004-11-01T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:16:44.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop-di-quiz No. 1</title><summary type='text'>Pay attention to your world, kinderlach, because there will be a quiz. There will ALWAYS be a quiz. Instructions: Using information you learned in your readings this week, answer five of the following six questions. Show all work.1. Describe appropriate post-miracle attire in New York.2. Why is it so hard to get good help these days?3. Katie Fantuazzo eats breakfast at ...  a) 7 a.m.  b) 9:30 a.m</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109936826163086042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109936826163086042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109936826163086042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109936826163086042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/whoop-di-quiz-no-1.html' title='Whoop-di-quiz No. 1'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109935541664240963</id><published>2004-11-01T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T20:43:31.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COREY MERCIER is a lying, scheming thief</title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty exhausted from what is close to four years of wrangling, and I have been thrown under the bus by a lazy, do-nothing lawyer for the second time now, so I have to accept that my case is pretty much going to evaporate at trial on the 16th. So since I'm not likely to get any of my assets back, and I'm not likely to get any justice of any other kind, I figure I will just start a campaign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109935541664240963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109935541664240963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109935541664240963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109935541664240963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/corey-mercier-is-lying-scheming-thief.html' title='COREY MERCIER is a lying, scheming thief'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109932833724266216</id><published>2004-11-01T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:54:06.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Lincoln and cortisol</title><summary type='text'>What an annoying little bog, this blogspotty blog. It sucks my comments away into the void, doesn't post my posts for hours on end, doesn't notify me of anything for days. Hideous dysfunctional beast of bad bits.So here I am rewriting this-- and less concisely, of course-- because I already 'splained it in one of those comments that published into the vapor...Cortisol is a stress hormone that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109932833724266216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109932833724266216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109932833724266216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109932833724266216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/11/abraham-lincoln-and-cortisol.html' title='Abraham Lincoln and cortisol'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109925480561410350</id><published>2004-10-31T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:09:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking</title><summary type='text'>My former mother-in-law used to say that I gathered strays. She said this kindly, wistfully, in part admiring my sort of compulsive altruism, in part bothered that it interfered with what I might have otherwise been accomplishing. She thought it made a mess of me, the detritus of misfits and otheren, tangled around my legs. My ex-husband was himself such a stray and together we were a fabulous, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109925480561410350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109925480561410350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109925480561410350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109925480561410350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-checking.html' title='Just checking'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109915142163973542</id><published>2004-10-30T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:50:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icons Needed</title><summary type='text'>Just after I posted my assertion that Eric Furst could be the a great cultural icon, the following cryptic spam arrived in his comments, posted to an OP more than a year and a half old.  "Due to a shortage of devoted followers, the production of great leaders has been discontinued."I thought that was really creepy, but it underscores my conviction that there is something extraordinary to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109915142163973542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109915142163973542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109915142163973542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109915142163973542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/10/icons-needed.html' title='Icons Needed'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109909809050749805</id><published>2004-10-29T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T14:23:01.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want anything on the blog to work...anything!</title><summary type='text'>I want the first post to stay on top, and subsequent posts to stack underneath it. How do I do that?  It doesn't say, I don't know, and I can't figure it out.  It probably wouldn't matter anyway, because the whole blog host server empire master thing is not working.  Not posting comments, not updating the blogs, not doing anything it's supposed to.  Maybe it will accept edits to posts already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109909809050749805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109909809050749805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109909809050749805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109909809050749805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-want-anything-on-blog-to.html' title='I want anything on the blog to work...anything!'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927204.post-109905825750108903</id><published>2004-10-29T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:24:51.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point of a BigWHOOP-DI-DO??</title><summary type='text'>I have neither the discipline nor inclination to administer a blog with the prolific dedication of the masters at Bigwhoop.org. I don't want the responsibility of producing original thought (thank you, Nietzche), anyway. However, I seem to have an annoying abundance of reactions to things that the Messrs. Furst and Jankowski say, but it seems poor form to post so very many comments. And it messes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/feeds/109905825750108903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927204&amp;postID=109905825750108903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109905825750108903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927204/posts/default/109905825750108903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigwhoop-di-do.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-point-of-bigwhoop-di-do.html' title='What&apos;s the point of a BigWHOOP-DI-DO??'/><author><name>ae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
