<?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-10263649</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:57.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Knutsacke</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Harold Tiberius Knutsacke. Really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263649.post-110782406354846878</id><published>2005-02-07T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:54:23.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouWillHaveAnErectionIn20Minutes</title><content type='html'>So I got an email today.&lt;br /&gt;The subject line said, "YouWillHaveAnErectionIn20Minutes"&lt;br /&gt;Its been a couple hours and I still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110782406354846878?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110782406354846878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110782406354846878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110782406354846878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110782406354846878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/02/youwillhaveanerectionin20minutes.html' title='YouWillHaveAnErectionIn20Minutes'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10263649.post-110740287782998908</id><published>2005-02-02T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:54:37.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knutsaaacke's Baaack</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda like this.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this little boy who didn't talk. His parents took him to specialists, had tests done, read books, talked to experts, got advice, and still the kid didn't speak. He seemed otherwise normal in every way, its just that he never spoke.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, when he was about six years old, the family was having dinner. Suddenly the boy looked up and said, "Hey! This soup's too damn cold!"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just don't have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110740287782998908?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110740287782998908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110740287782998908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110740287782998908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110740287782998908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/02/knutsaaackes-baaack.html' title='Knutsaaacke&apos;s Baaack'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110686138459249798</id><published>2005-01-27T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T13:29:44.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billman Top Ten</title><content type='html'>I few years ago I had the distinct pleasure of working with a dude named Billman. He had his own fractured view of the world. I once collected a top ten list of some of his daily observations. Our colleagues got a big kick out of them. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'd rather sit on a pile of money than have a nice chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. These computers have become a Leviathan--there's no one here to help me-- and then they wonder why I bring a gun to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to take something to make myself throw up--if you do that once, does that make you bulimic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Right now, my breath could etch glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There's only so many times you can dial 911. . . now where's my bag. . . oh, its in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I gave up on my life . . . and I'm a lot happier since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting away with it is a hell of a way to go thru life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The thing that keeps me from being the worst loser is that I know I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I liked it here until enough people told me I didn't like it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I know what women want . . . I can't give it to them, but I know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110686138459249798?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110686138459249798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110686138459249798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110686138459249798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110686138459249798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/billman-top-ten.html' title='Billman Top Ten'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110679245611298726</id><published>2005-01-26T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:20:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexual chain of 288 high school students</title><content type='html'>By now, I'm sure most everyone has heard this one, about the&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/wireStory?id=438481"&gt; sexual chain of 288 high school students.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my questions are 1-how does this researcher know they aren't just pulling his chain?&lt;br /&gt;and 2-to paraphrase &lt;a href="http://snltranscripts.jt.org/78/78tupdate.phtml"&gt;Garrett Morris&lt;/a&gt;-Where is this high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't think people were gettin it on like this at my high school, but then that was back in the dark ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110679245611298726?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110679245611298726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110679245611298726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110679245611298726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110679245611298726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/sexual-chain-of-288-high-school.html' title='sexual chain of 288 high school students'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110671972616797424</id><published>2005-01-25T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:08:46.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volkswagon VW Suicide Bomber fake advert</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.boreme.com/bm/JAN05/a/vw-suicide-bomber/fr.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should.&lt;br /&gt;(Requires quicktime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110671972616797424?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110671972616797424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110671972616797424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110671972616797424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110671972616797424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/volkswagon-vw-suicide-bomber-fake.html' title='Volkswagon VW Suicide Bomber fake advert'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110671900135634513</id><published>2005-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:56:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, try some vegetables . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3816924_10394b3683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some &lt;a href="http://www.metamucil.com/index.shtml"&gt;Metamucil&lt;/a&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110671900135634513?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110671900135634513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110671900135634513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110671900135634513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110671900135634513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/dude-try-some-vegetables.html' title='Dude, try some vegetables . . .'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110662556897449196</id><published>2005-01-24T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:59:28.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Bowl</title><content type='html'>I heard this one on the radio. I couldn't quite believe it was true. Apparently tomorrow at the Fiesta Bowl there is some sort of "Potty Bowl" event where "kids play against each other to finish the Go! Wipe! Flush! Wash! Dry! obstacle course first. "&lt;br /&gt;From the&lt;a href="http://kez999.com/cc-common/globalcontestfinder.html?contest=9714"&gt; press release&lt;/a&gt; (also &lt;a href="http://www.koolradio.com/listingsEntry.asp?ID=257923&amp;PT=KOOL+Contests"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pampers ® and KEZ would like to invite you and your children aged 4-5 to the Kandoo™ Potty Bowl for kids. Kids will take to the field and compete to be crowned “Masters of the Bathroom” and 2005 Kandoo Potty Bowl Champions!&lt;br /&gt;At this fun and educational event, &lt;strong&gt;Arizona Cardinal quarterback Shaun King will act as master of ceremonies&lt;/strong&gt; and honorary “Kandoo Coach” while &lt;strong&gt;kids play against each other to finish the Go! Wipe! Flush! Wash! Dry! obstacle course first&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All kids will be winners and receive a variety of prizes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When: Tuesday, January 25th, 9:00 AM – 11:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Where: ArizonaState University- Band Practice Field @ Rural Road and 6th Street (East of Wells Fargo Arena). FREE PARKING IS AVAILABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Who: 4 and 5 year olds in the Phoenix/Tempe community are invited to participate. All children must be accompanied by a parent, guardian or designated adult. Families are welcome as spectators.&lt;br /&gt;Space is limited: Please sign up by calling (877) 243-1460 or emailing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kandoo@painepr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kandoo@painepr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; as soon as possible to reserve your space at the Kandoo Potty Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Participants will receive:&lt;br /&gt;A Pampers® Kandoo™ Prize Package (includes new Foaming Handsoap and Flushable Wipes)&lt;br /&gt;Participation in the Kandoo Potty Bowl obstacle course and the opportunity to meet Shaun King of the Arizona Cardinals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo opportunities with the life-sized Kandoo Frog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandoo T-shirts and towels&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments and face painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certificates for completion of Bathroom Basic skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We look forward to seeing you on the field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not sure I can add anything meaningful to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110662556897449196?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110662556897449196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110662556897449196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110662556897449196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110662556897449196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/potty-bowl.html' title='Potty Bowl'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110652479562945524</id><published>2005-01-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:59:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Carson</title><content type='html'>Johnny Carson died today. I was born in 1961, so Carson and Ed McMahon WERE late night TV to me. I remember when the TV day started with an NBC show called "Today", and ended with NBC shows called "Tonight" and "Tomorrow". I remember seeing some sort of significance about the TV day starting in New York and ending in LA. I remember the urban legends (though we didn't call them urban legends then--we believed them to be true) about Johnny telling some hot babe with a cat "&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/radiotv/tv/zsazsa.htm"&gt;Sure I will but first move the cat&lt;/a&gt;"; or Arnold Palmer's wife talking about kissing his balls and Johnny replying "&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/radiotv/tv/palmer.asp"&gt;I bet that flutters his putter&lt;/a&gt;." I remember Ed seeming to do not much more than laugh, say "yes sir" and hawk Alpo and Budweiser(pretty good gig if you can get it). And, of course, I remember Johnny's final show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing about his death today, seeing the news when I checked the headlines on my internet-enabled phone while sitting in a Red Robin having lunch, I was genuinely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll all miss you Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110652479562945524?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110652479562945524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110652479562945524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110652479562945524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110652479562945524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/johnny-carson.html' title='Johnny Carson'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110636931267548766</id><published>2005-01-21T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:48:32.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin for the man</title><content type='html'>Pretty busy today. Was workin for the man all day. Did have a little time to check out &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;engrish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110636931267548766?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110636931267548766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110636931267548766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110636931267548766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110636931267548766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/workin-for-man.html' title='Workin for the man'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110624487453289030</id><published>2005-01-20T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T10:15:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heywood Jablomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3583447_f39b68ec02_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110624487453289030?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110624487453289030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110624487453289030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110624487453289030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110624487453289030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/heywood-jablomy.html' title='Heywood Jablomy'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110624077134727798</id><published>2005-01-20T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T09:06:11.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Limits</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes and looked around. I realized I was on the floor. I wasn't really interested in getting up, and besides I didn't think I could anyway. I had heard some voices in the room, and realized I probably had been hearing the voices before I opened my eyes.It was Saturday night, I was in my off-campus apartment, and I was incapacitated by drink--all normal findings. Then I noticed some sort of angry humanoid above my looking down and berating me. I realized it was my girlfriend, Mary. I also realized that I was supposed to take her to some sort of AM radio pop music concert that evening. No way that was going to happen. I mean, I was having to hang on just to stay on the floor. The angry humanoid Mary shook her tentacle--I mean arm-- at me accusingly and impugned my character verbally. I then figured out she was asking me a question.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know your limits?" she was yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Ysxcdthm." I answered, although in my head I was saying, "Yes, I know my limits. And I have exceeded them."&lt;br /&gt;"Gtsmshh?" I then asked, meaning "am I going to get some tonight", although even in that state I think I knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--From "Apartment 11, the Real Story"&lt;br /&gt;by Harold T. Knutsacke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110624077134727798?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110624077134727798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110624077134727798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110624077134727798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110624077134727798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-limits.html' title='My Limits'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110618002021462266</id><published>2005-01-19T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T16:13:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one . . .</title><content type='html'>has to be &lt;a href="http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/tribute/"&gt;seen&lt;/a&gt; to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110618002021462266?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110618002021462266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110618002021462266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110618002021462266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110618002021462266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-one.html' title='This one . . .'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110617963576867348</id><published>2005-01-19T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T16:07:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chas cooks hot dogs in his pants</title><content type='html'>"So there was my buddy Chas, in the middle of the kitchen, stripped down to his jockey shorts, drunkenly swaying back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gstepph,' he muttered.'dksph, mugina.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did he just say spaghetti sideways?' I asked my roommate Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas staggered to the freezer. He pulled out some frozen hot dogs. Then as Jeff and I watched, he rummaged thru the cupboards till he found a vaguely appropriate pan, put water in it, put it on the stove, and turned on the heat. I'll never forget what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas put the frozen hot dogs in his jockey shorts. Wait--it gets better. HE WAITS FOR THE WATER TO BOIL. Then pulls down his pants, lets the dogs drop on the floor, picks them up, puts two of them on two buns, and eats them calmly as Jeff and I are falling apart with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, I saw it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--From "Apartment 11, the Real Story"&lt;br /&gt;by Harold T. Knutsacke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110617963576867348?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110617963576867348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110617963576867348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617963576867348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617963576867348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/chas-cooks-hot-dogs-in-his-pants.html' title='Chas cooks hot dogs in his pants'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110617818722993373</id><published>2005-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:43:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone in 60 seconds</title><content type='html'>Do yourself a favor. Get the original &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=jaloti-20&amp;path=tg%2Fdetail%2F-%2FB000055ZNH%2Fqid%3D1106177872%2Fsr%3D8-3%2Fref%3Dpd_csp_3%3Fv%3Dglance%26s%3Ddvd%26n%3D507846"&gt;Gone in 60 seconds on DVD&lt;/a&gt;. Just fast forward to the car chase if you're in a hurry(about halfway thru the film or Chapter 18 on the DVD. The movie is barely an amusing anachronism up to that point. Once the car chase starts, it just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you don't like to see stuff get destroyed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110617818722993373?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110617818722993373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110617818722993373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617818722993373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617818722993373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/gone-in-60-seconds.html' title='Gone in 60 seconds'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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-10263649.post-110617029311061094</id><published>2005-01-19T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:31:33.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start things off with a bang . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yoga.at.infoseek.co.jp/flash/kikkomaso_e.htm"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10263649-110617029311061094?l=harryknutsacke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/feeds/110617029311061094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10263649&amp;postID=110617029311061094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617029311061094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10263649/posts/default/110617029311061094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryknutsacke.blogspot.com/2005/01/lets-start-things-off-with-bang.html' title='Let&apos;s start things off with a bang . . .'/><author><name>Harry Knutsacke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14304932660973985741</uri><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></feed>
