<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 08:01:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Poor Impulse Control</title><description>Target shootin' with the Gun Moll of the Revolution</description><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1596</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-7742526807479202727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-13T22:37:42.938-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>This Best Of All Possible Worlds</category><title>Let the Red Flames Light the Sky</title><atom:summary type='text'>In the future, where we have jetpacks and that 20-20 hindsight, let us not confuse what we wish with what we are doing. An example: last July, bluegal wrote:A fellow blogger had a fit last night via email, because that blogger heard a rumor that possibly abortions would not be covered under the Public Option. I. Just. Winced. All. The. Way. To. Bed. We don't HAVE a public option yet. It's not a </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/let-red-flames-light-sky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8495868551298126237</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-12T22:40:46.809-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Would?</category><title>With A Deck Of Fifty-One</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've butted into your business before and I will do it again, but this has to be said: make your own damn yogurt!Recently, 8 ounce wide mouth Ball Jars changed my ultra-glamorous life. The glass jars that came with my ancestral yogurt makers have become delicate with age and I'd prefer not to take them to work. One day, I was foraging in my vast stores of Stuff Dad Gave Me and discovered the 8 </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/with-deck-of-fifty-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3273655148121132016</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-10T21:48:22.469-05:00</atom:updated><title>Earth Is In Your Gentle Hands</title><atom:summary type='text'>Topaz and Drusy chase a moth from a strategic position atop the dining room table.Open a bag of carrots. Cut off the ends, peel and slice on a diagonal. Heat a bigass frying pan and preheat oven to 350 degrees. Pour chicken or vegetable stock into the pan to a depth of about 1/2 inch. Sprinkle in: ground ginger, ground cumin, salt, pepper, minced dried orange peel. Add: one teaspoon honey. Toss </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/earth-is-in-your-gentle-hands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-4922083623005910282</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T22:42:31.781-05:00</atom:updated><title>This Red Moon Leaving the City</title><atom:summary type='text'>Staring at the blank page.Staring. Staring. Geez Louise, sometimes I have nothing to say and sometimes I have something to say that is going to burn down the house, baby. My mother now emails me each time she encounters a libertarian propagandist with a cursory knowledge of YouTube - not that she believes in that reheated crap. She just wants to know if I am familiar with the individual </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/this-red-moon-leaving-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5686144426014601433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T11:05:06.283-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>This Never Happened To Pablo Picasso</category><title>Love Will Come But Like A Refugee</title><atom:summary type='text'>Seriously, I have a house guest hangover. Sabrina's on a train to Secaucus. I'm draped over my desk, blurting, "I'm awake!" each time a co-worker trots past my desk. Pete, Sabrina and I talked all Saturday evening, all day Sunday and I wish I could have stayed home but I was afraid someone would talk to me, so I came to work, where people are used to me growling and baring my teeth. Omigod. I'm </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/love-will-come-but-like-refugee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-1053877343362550443</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-07T18:10:43.562-05:00</atom:updated><title>All Made Out Of Ticky-Tacky</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday, I was elbow-deep in a wild gift-wrapping extravaganza at the family store when Pete's friend Sabrina called from Newark Airport to say she was at the car rental counter and her driver's license expired in February. Oh sure, we'd chatted about her flying in for Pete's birthday weeks ago, but time passed and I forgot all about it. I spun around behind the counter and observed three facts</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/all-made-out-of-ticky-tacky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5220007130216422904</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T22:56:14.065-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><title>Don't Be Blind To the Big</title><atom:summary type='text'>We interrupt this blog to point out that playing with your food is funny. For me. If I were you, I'd be dialing the pizza place right now.Miss Sasha, my sweet:A couple weeks ago, we were talking about edible cupcake papers and I brought up egg roll wrappers. You are probably right that spring roll wrappers, properly prepared, are the kind of textural nightmare dessert enthusiasts might find </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/dont-be-blind-to-big.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5385337238988010754</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T20:51:59.190-05:00</atom:updated><title>When I Shout It Sounds Like Whispers</title><atom:summary type='text'>It has come to my attention that while I go about my business other humans in my immediate vicinity can actually see me. This is very odd. Perhaps I'm blinking in and out of the visible light spectrum. I've given this some thought and I believe I stopped regularly reflecting light in 1999, shortly after I retired my favorite red sequinned dress to the back of my closet. For some time thereafter, </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/when-i-shout-it-sounds-like-whispers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-1440651705299019528</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T21:15:29.105-05:00</atom:updated><title>Things I Couldn't Watch</title><atom:summary type='text'>You too can look like an extra in a Desmond Child &amp; Rouge video; you and your friend the hovering antique French lighting fixture.Why am I dressed like Bea Arthur?</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/things-i-couldnt-watch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-4429443270275258893</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T22:09:13.586-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jonee Jonee</category><title>Real Savage Like</title><atom:summary type='text'>Haven't you been shouting "TUSK!" at your best friends for decades?</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/real-savage-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5244591559294782909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T22:59:15.271-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Stand Up</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Get Up</category><title>Put 'Em Under Pressure And You Watch</title><atom:summary type='text'>So I'm - like - frigging civic minded. Last month, I went to a well-attended meeting about sustainability and didn't punch anyone in the face, though the topic did come up. Last week, I went to a second and - fortunately for me - the face I wanted to punch didn't put in an appearance and a mustachioed man at the other end of the table became visibly excited every time I blurted something blunt </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/put-em-under-pressure-and-you-watch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3342707775455576309</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T21:53:47.151-05:00</atom:updated><title>Just Relax Just Relax Just Go To Sleep</title><atom:summary type='text'>Get a load of this Facebook crap:Some tips on weathering the 2010 Classic-Era Melody Reunion on February 27, 2010:Remember, it starts early and peaks early. This is good - basically, this soiree is aligned to Manchester time (UK, not NJ) starting at 7pm and going to 1am. There'll be the customary nod to our hosts' formalities at 11pm, when the power officially dies for sixty seconds in deference </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/just-relax-just-relax-just-go-to-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-2779675423732009793</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-25T19:40:41.446-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Sound Of Voices Three</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tata: You're jealous of this dinner Pete made and you're not eating.Daria: I am?Tata: You are. Listen to this gravy!Daria: That gravy does sound delicious! And you're just the bitch to tell me I'm not having that!Tata: It seemed important to tell you. You can't go around not knowing!Ignorance was indeed bliss until a moment later when Daria discovered her middle child was not playing on her front</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/sound-of-voices-three.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8925567035295384865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T22:28:59.854-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><title>She Gets It While She Can</title><atom:summary type='text'>How To Use A Potato BinPotato bins and grow bags are used to grow the earliest potatoes. They are also used along with raised beds to grow prize winning potatoes for the garden show bench. Potato bins, bags, and potato barrels fit on any hard surface or small piece of ground open to full light. Try them on your patio or balcony. They give you a convenient way to harvest fresh spuds. Here you'll </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/she-gets-it-while-she-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-4288746427338379090</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T22:39:03.690-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fucking Blogger</category><title>With Well-Oiled Precision</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hey! Siobhan cleverly added comments to PIC, meaning now you can add your own bon mots. The unique visitors numbers are way up. Unique visitors: enter and sign in, please!I'm - uh - the one in the marabou overalls. Howdy!</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/with-well-oiled-precision.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-958257800087515934</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T22:18:06.859-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><title>You Always Were Two Steps Ahead</title><atom:summary type='text'>Miss Sasha let slip that in North Dakota she can get fresh lingonberries, long a staple of Swedish food. Here in New Jersey, lingonberries are generally only available after a lengthy traipse through IKEA, though recently, Pete and I found them canned in the grocery store. Thus, I have informed Miss Sasha she will be jarring lingonberries because I want to eat those, and isn't that what's </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/you-always-were-two-steps-ahead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-9183572147358153727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-21T21:43:07.667-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>Down From These Heights</title><atom:summary type='text'>Beautiful Sweetpea. She would nibble on the squirrels if she could. From here, the neighbors look so tasty.</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/down-from-these-heights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5146067113330053701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T17:54:00.624-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>Collar To the Cold</title><atom:summary type='text'>Here at Poor Impulse Control, we're all about It, whatever It is, so long as It is funny, and nothing is funnier than talking about food. Why? Because I get stage fright making rice pudding and half my family went to cooking school without so much as sending a postcard. To recap somewhat, then, I have several different projects going and your bag's packed.1. Dad died and left cookbooks to study, </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/collar-to-cold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3286848038169542387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T22:48:39.473-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>History Will Eat Itself</category><title>We're Still On Our Way Home</title><atom:summary type='text'>Oh bloody hell:Nearly a third of Texans believe humans and dinosaurs roamed the earth at the same time, and more than half disagree with the theory that humans developed from earlier species of animals, according to the University of Texas/Texas Tribune Poll.Hey Texans! Wanna buy half a bridge in Brooklyn?About the same numbers of Democrats and Republicans — 43 percent — disagree with the idea </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/were-still-on-our-way-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8235948907992293462</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T15:14:42.039-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Your Groove I Do Deeply Dig</category><title>Hope That Holds Us Together</title><atom:summary type='text'>ATTENTION: MANUFACTURERS OF HIP REPLACEMENT TECHNOLOGY,Your current products permit users to bend at the hip a mere 90 degrees. A generation of athletes, sex fiends and Shriners will be arriving at your door any day now for whom 90 degrees simply will not cut it.Plan accordingly.Kisses, Princess Ta</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/hope-that-holds-us-together.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-7853518448412341903</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T14:50:02.892-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>professionals</category><title>More Of This I Can Take</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sarah Palin:A lot of people, I guess this New York Times reporter, they just don't like that message of we being taxed enough and wanting to remind our elected officials of their constitutional limitations of big government, and just kind of get government back on the side of the people.Grammar schools everywhere have found their cautionary tale.</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/more-of-this-i-can-take.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-9031656794563067681</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-16T22:44:26.057-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Line Of Cars Drove Down Real Slow</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes you bumble through life - dum dee dum dee dee - doing your own thing and stumble on proof that thing you're doing? You're doing it at an advanced level. There's no other explanation for this:When you accept everything you're told without question, you open the door to being manipulated. If you want to avoid being someone else's puppet, follow these steps.Think for yourself - like me!</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/line-of-cars-drove-down-real-slow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6153110830989030486</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-14T19:00:57.768-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>Out To Capture A Moment Everyone Knows</title><atom:summary type='text'>Lovely Drusy on the mantel, beneath the Picasso print dated 2.14.58.</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/out-to-capture-moment-everyone-knows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6103844344198360331</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-14T18:52:06.518-05:00</atom:updated><title>Yearn Admits You're Outside</title><atom:summary type='text'>Etienne appeared - POOF! - in a cloud of dust, tossing off flaming emails - IN NJ UNTIL TOMORROW COME AND FUCKING SEE ME. I laughed the whole six blocks Pete and I drove to his aunt and uncle's house, which was filled with cats and other people surprised to see me. Etienne squeezed the stuffing out of me and raced to the car, anxious to meet Pete, whom I'd described as "my shiny new husband." </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/yearn-admits-youre-outside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6126581198244550659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T14:33:21.530-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><title>Like the Deadly Hands Of the Radium Clock</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tata: Is Lois there and is she good and surly?Anya: Lois, are you good and surly?Lois: Who is it?Anya: Auntie Ta. Get over here!Lois: Hello?Tata: I have all the ingredients for tempeh dumplings laid out on the counter. Wanna come over and teach me how to make them, since you've made dumplings and I haven't?Lois: I can't. I'm going out to play in the snow with my friends.Tata: I don't blame you. </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/02/like-deadly-hands-of-radium-clock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>