<?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-23839537</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:29:39.351-05:00</updated><category term='year recap'/><category term='mousepocalypse'/><category term='2011'/><title type='text'>sigh...</title><subtitle type='html'>The things that cross my mind and wind up spilling onto the screen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23839537.post-4576116724984949725</id><published>2011-12-02T17:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:26:33.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>(from the song “Please” by U2)</title><summary type='text'>October, talk getting nowhere
November… December… remember
We just start it againTo repeat a whole number of people around the interwebs right now, but to do it very quickly, in a nutshell / magnificent run-on sentence:
Last year there was a thing called #reverb10 which got a whole bunch of people to blog every day of the month of December and this year a lot of people looked into it again but it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/4576116724984949725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/4576116724984949725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-song-please-by-u2.html' title='(from the song “Please” by U2)'/><author><name>R</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23839537.post-2273217351759190750</id><published>2011-09-20T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:05:06.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mousepocalypse'/><title type='text'>Operation Mickey</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--

Pitter patter of little feet.Poor unfortunate souls.Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.--&gt;
Operation: Mickey began last night. The troops were committed for full battle, no holds barred. For a while now I’ve been complacent, cleaning up mouse poop where I found it and replacing nibbled granola bars, telling myself that the four traps I’d put down were a real step in the right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/2273217351759190750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/2273217351759190750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/2011/09/operation-mickey.html' title='Operation Mickey'/><author><name>R</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23839537.post-5947474878060067548</id><published>2010-04-09T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:37:25.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>(Originally written February 18, 2010)

I suppose it might look a little  odd to the people walking past. A dyke sitting at the bar, drinking a  beer, with ashes on her forehead. This one looks surprised; that one  looks scandalized. I’m not hypocritical, I want to tell them. I am a  sinner, I recognize that. Isn’t that what this day is about?
Do you even know what this day is about?

Sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/5947474878060067548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/5947474878060067548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/2010/04/ash-wednesday.html' title='Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>R</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23839537.post-1346193276723638119</id><published>2010-04-09T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:33:49.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phat Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>(Originally written: February 24, 2009)

It’s Mardi Gras, also known as Fat Tuesday or shrove Tuesday. Which means only one thing: pancakes.
Yes, in preparation for the beginning of Lent and the ribald 40 days of fasting and penitence that brings, Christians of various denominations gather this evening… to eat flapjacks.

I’ve never understood this tradition and, though I’ve looked it up numerous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/1346193276723638119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/1346193276723638119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/2010/04/phat-tuesday.html' title='Phat Tuesday'/><author><name>R</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23839537.post-114203782754329781</id><published>2006-03-10T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:07:38.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gaytheists"</title><summary type='text'>in response to a post on the "Gaytheists"  thread, found through http://ebayatheist.blogspot.com/  ...I wanted to take a moment to respond to your post, primarily with a few questions of my own.Based upon what you wrote, I gather that you are heterosexual because you a) grew up seeing that as being the normal, accepted way of being and b) had an organ that "fit" with another organ for the purpose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/114203782754329781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23839537/posts/default/114203782754329781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingxian.blogspot.com/2006/03/gaytheists.html' title='&quot;Gaytheists&quot;'/><author><name>R</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></entry></feed>
