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	<title>Comments on: Kibble Switch</title>
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		<title>By: K.J. Webb</title>
		<link>http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/01/03/kibble-switch/comment-page-1/#comment-513</link>
		<dc:creator>K.J. Webb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 23:10:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Senor Buenoparnada is good.  It's what I aspire to be.  Also good is "Wee sleekit cowrin beastie, what a panic's in thy breastie".  My mother loved rodents, made her cry to see them caught in traps which my father gleefully laid.  In Abilene in the years '57 to '59 the rodents migrated into town  because of drouth in the country.  People set traps and laid poison.  Sometimes dogs and cats got hold of the poison and died excruciating deaths.  I remember seeing my mother feverishly forcing some vile liquid (bacon drippings and baking soda?) down the mouth of our dog who had picked up the stuff somewhere.  Didn't help him, he died excruciatingly in front of our eyes.  I myself never saw the harm in the wee creatures.  My wife thinks otherwise, can't even abide squirrels.  The world divides between rodent-haters and rodent-lovers.  When in due course the lion lies down with the lamb, I reckon I'll lie down with a mouse.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Senor Buenoparnada is good.  It&#8217;s what I aspire to be.  Also good is &#8220;Wee sleekit cowrin beastie, what a panic&#8217;s in thy breastie&#8221;.  My mother loved rodents, made her cry to see them caught in traps which my father gleefully laid.  In Abilene in the years &#8216;57 to &#8216;59 the rodents migrated into town  because of drouth in the country.  People set traps and laid poison.  Sometimes dogs and cats got hold of the poison and died excruciating deaths.  I remember seeing my mother feverishly forcing some vile liquid (bacon drippings and baking soda?) down the mouth of our dog who had picked up the stuff somewhere.  Didn&#8217;t help him, he died excruciatingly in front of our eyes.  I myself never saw the harm in the wee creatures.  My wife thinks otherwise, can&#8217;t even abide squirrels.  The world divides between rodent-haters and rodent-lovers.  When in due course the lion lies down with the lamb, I reckon I&#8217;ll lie down with a mouse.</p>
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		<title>By: chris</title>
		<link>http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/01/03/kibble-switch/comment-page-1/#comment-512</link>
		<dc:creator>chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 17:37:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>well, it SHOULD be the name of a band! it's perfect!! memorable, concise, and just vague enough for people to project all sorts of their own meaning and significance into it.
maybe you should trademark it while you can...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>well, it SHOULD be the name of a band! it&#8217;s perfect!! memorable, concise, and just vague enough for people to project all sorts of their own meaning and significance into it.<br />
maybe you should trademark it while you can&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: John Lay</title>
		<link>http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/01/03/kibble-switch/comment-page-1/#comment-511</link>
		<dc:creator>John Lay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 14:44:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Mom was once rummaging in her store of pots and pans and picked up a big, old camping-type aluminum teakettle that was unexpectedly heavy.  On inspection, it proved to be entirely full of dog kibble, stored by an industrious mouse and or family thereof.

This set off another round of caulking.

John</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Mom was once rummaging in her store of pots and pans and picked up a big, old camping-type aluminum teakettle that was unexpectedly heavy.  On inspection, it proved to be entirely full of dog kibble, stored by an industrious mouse and or family thereof.</p>
<p>This set off another round of caulking.</p>
<p>John</p>
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		<title>By: Pascale Soleil</title>
		<link>http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/01/03/kibble-switch/comment-page-1/#comment-510</link>
		<dc:creator>Pascale Soleil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 08:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Señor Buenopornada is living up to his name, I guess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Señor Buenopornada is living up to his name, I guess.</p>
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