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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>ANNARCHY - Latest Comments in Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://annhandley.disqus.com/</link><description>None</description><atom:link href="https://annhandley.disqus.com/punk8217d/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 03:00:20 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-157579387</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ann Handley (left) and CC Chapman discuss their book, “Content Rules” at HarborOne U in Mansfield. By Anonymous Content gets you customers was the message from social media experts CC Chapman and Ann Handley Feb. 17 at HarborOne U. Chapman and Handley, ...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">søgemaskineoptimering</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 03:00:20 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109768</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh my gosh-- it is all so true about the Wii-- please check out with &lt;a href="http://www.wiihaveaproblem.com" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="www.wiihaveaproblem.com"&gt;www.wiihaveaproblem.com&lt;/a&gt; for the latest Wii damage inflicted on bodies and properties alike-- a cautionary tale site Ev must see!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jen DelMonaco</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 20:33:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109767</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ann,&lt;br&gt;Excellent post from an excellent writer. What else do you write? Hopefully something, fiction, journalism, screenwriter. If you don't--you must.&lt;br&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Janet Petrine</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 21:59:21 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109766</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I hadn't had a chance to read this until today and now I think I know why -- fate was preventing me from reading it until I needed the message. Thanks again Ann for a good laugh and a healthy dose of perspective.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Natanya Anderson</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:01:37 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109765</link><description>&lt;p&gt;This made me chuckle. I hope some day my youngsters will play these types of tricks on me. Perhaps you can give us prank ideas for the near future :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Julia</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:35:33 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109764</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Loved it.   A nice escape from work. Thanks.  Ps did you check your stash of booze?  Mess with my milk, sure, I'm humbled, but mess with my vodka...actually, yeah,  I would drink it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Judy</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:39:29 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109763</link><description>&lt;p&gt;@Julie: Yes, drank it anyway. Was a little weird in cereal, but not if I closed my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;@pettyvices: I suspect it's in the genes. He &amp;amp; I have the exact same sense of humor, which is sometimes irritating to others, even occasionally to me. ; )&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Ann Handley</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 22:52:01 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109762</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Fun post, Handley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an almost 5 year old set of twins and they have learned that sarcasm is a part of life.  I have convinced myself this will make them better adults, but alas -- perhaps I am damaging for life.  Sorry kids.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Patrick Moran, Mzinga</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:23:40 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109761</link><description>&lt;p&gt;What a great story. That just made my day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Kristal</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 11:50:56 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109760</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3   and  :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Lisa Mac</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:05:37 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109759</link><description>&lt;p&gt;So, I wonder, has your boy learned about your family history of pranksterhood, or is it just in the genes? Does he just maybe have a does of his grandpa in there? I bet that's part of what made it touch your heart in the wee hours...lovely story. Thanks for sharing.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">http://pettyvices.typepad.com</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:45:15 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109758</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Too bad no one hear enjoys your writing and bothers to leave you comments!!!&lt;br&gt;So, my first question is: did you drink it anyway.&lt;br&gt;I come from a family that doesn't prank much...but I married into one that does so mercilessly...not to mention the teasing. I'm more like you somewhere between childhood and adolescence - scared shitless and quite irritated. But this post was so commanding of the heart part of the punk - I might just change my 'tude.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Julie Roads</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 12:55:36 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109757</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Great story. My own memories come flooding back. I grew up with 3 older sisters and a younger brother so it was usually boys vs. girls for pranks. They were more clever and always thought of something that left us running through the house screaming in fear. That is, until we heard their devilish laughter. My own children are definitely keeping the tradition alive. You wouldn't believe the things that have made their way into my shoes, briefcase or suit pockets on days when I have an important meeting. I'll be smiling the rest of the day. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scott Schablow</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 11:31:27 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109756</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Does this mean Marc-Antoine Audette and Sebastien Trudel (aka Nicolas Sarkozy) were trying to tell Sarah Palin they love her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great story!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">picsbro</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 10:35:50 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109755</link><description>&lt;p&gt;A great story, well told. Pranks are big in a certain echelon of my industry, and get get costly and out of hand.  But the little ones my wrong-side-of-the-tracks dad played on his three little roughnecks and his uptown bride make great memories. Thanks for the reminder to keep play alive in a home... we're all kids inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: glad I saw this your tweet, didn't know you had this blog, cool!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">@TheGirlPie</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 19:32:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109754</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Every now and then, as  we were leaving my grandparents home, my grandfather would say, if you're going tomorrow, be on the porch at 5. I'm not waiting. He wouldn't say another word. We never knew if he was joking and would be home, sound asleep at 5 or pulling to our curb. If we were going somewhere - for how long? A day? A week? Camping? Fishing? We never knew in advance, but were on that porch by 5 everytime - usually with a suitcase full of clothes that weren't needed for one-day fishing trip. We learn to be prepared.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Charlotte Phillips</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 18:36:49 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109753</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Christmas 1970, my mom gave my sister a faux pearl tie. They were all the rage, but sis hated it &amp;amp; never wore it. Mom wrapped it up again the following Christmas ... and every Christmas since then. Every year we eagerly anticipate the unwrapping of the pearl tie. I even have a You Tube video. Great memories.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Connie</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 18:30:32 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109752</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I mostly lived in a prank-free zone too, but I do remember one time at Christmas, the year after I'd gotten my drivers license, my family was laying the foundation for buying me a car. Christmas morning I get a box with a picture of a BMW in it and everyone telling me to go see what’s in the garage. There I found a Matchbox car, with a spotlight on it. Nice touch. Everyone was cracking up, except me of course - but at least I got to say I got a BMW for Christmas.:)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Larissa Gaston</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:31:27 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109751</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Having grown up in a prank-free zone, I'm not sure whether to be jealous or relieved...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Christian Gulliksen</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:29:10 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109750</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Fish head in the shoe is always fun retaliation... a bit smelly, but works none the less!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let BDot fool you... he's a jumpy critter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Annie Too</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:19:28 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109749</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Oops, I guess that was blue Friday. :-)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Karen Swim</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:13:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109748</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ann, this story wrapped itself around my heart and made me smile. I grew up an only child and often imagined the playful teasing of brothers and sisters. What a great family and what a joy that the tradition live on! Big props to your son for giving you a blue Monday. :-)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Karen Swim</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:12:30 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109747</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Classic. I love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem in my house is that my husband, Brent, is a master prankster. If I do anything, he will retaliate with the most beautiful, ironic, cruel and humiliating prank he can.  This is the kid that used to break into his high school to rearrange classrooms....who rigged an old fire alarm bell under his sister's bed and set it off during the slumber party.... etc. Brent is the prank master... and he is COMPELLED to win, so I don't mess with him much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We do, however, pull stunts on Michelle, our 17 year old from time to time. Recently, we both got ready for her first parent teacher conference at school by donning some "special" outfits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Brent put on a wife beater and this horrid, hot rod "flame" shirt with shorts and long socks with high tops sneakers.  I put on  something equally ridiculous and trailor trashy.... and we headed for the door.  We pretended nothing was up as we yelled that it was time to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle entered -- and after an initial recoil, surveyed us with suspicion.  After an initial knowing smirk, she said without cracking .... "Beautiful!  Let's go!" and headed out the door.  Brent and I were left staring at each other, knowing we would NOT be seen dead in the outfits...sheepishly went downstairs to change while Michelle waited for us, smugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's our girl!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leigh Durst</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 10:00:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109746</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... blue milk, eh? Now that sounds like a fun household! Cherish as you do, Ann; cherish it forever! (But watch yer back...)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Robert Hruzek</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:14:42 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Punk&amp;#8217;d</title><link>http://www.annhandley.com/2008/11/08/punkd/#comment-16109745</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ann,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, reading your story brings up laughter and emotion altogether.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it makes me wonder: am I not forgetting to leave place free for those "pranky" moments? They are so delighful, a disruption in our all-day lives, that make us stop all of a sudden and have a different look at that person. Especially when it is your child.&lt;br&gt;And it reminds me when my second daughter was about 3, my wallet had disappeared. After having looked for it in -almost- any impossible place without success, having asked her by all means in my possession if she had an idea (!), I gave up and life went on... After 2 weeks, she came to me and told me that she suddenly remembered that it could be in her cuddy toys basket! It was. Her explanation was that she thought that if I would have no money anymore, I couldn't buy anything to eat anymore and so she would'nt be forced, everyday, to spend "hours" (in her mind) in front of her dish!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She still has this tricky, humourous mind that helps me think ouf-of-the-box.&lt;br&gt;I am thankful to her for this and to you for sharing your special look.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Claudia</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:34:24 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>