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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Old, Dorky, Great</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/02/20/old-dorky-and-great.aspx</link><description>Mr. Rogers is a dork and even my kids, on some level, get this. But I like him because of his dorkiness and they like him in spite of it. So here&amp;#39;s to another 40 years of his dorky goodness. The series &amp;quot;Mr. Rogers&amp;#39; Neighborhood&amp;quot; premiered</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20910.1126)</generator><item><title>re: Old, Dorky, Great</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/02/20/old-dorky-and-great.aspx#73362</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:43:13 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:73362</guid><dc:creator>xine</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;I adore Mister Rogers. Always have, always will. One of my first words was &amp;quot;Rogie&amp;quot;! I love his gentleness, his assurances, his sincerity, his fashion sense, his adventures, his security, his nuturing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Full disclosure, my mom worked at WQED with Mister Rogers before I was born, so he was more real to me than, say, Captain Kangaroo. Who I also adored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=73362" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: Old, Dorky, Great</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/02/20/old-dorky-and-great.aspx#73171</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 14:48:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:73171</guid><dc:creator>AllisonWonder</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;I love him. It's easy to make fun of him, but I think he honestly loved entertaining and educating children, and they're still benefitting from it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That said... the Neighborhood of Make-Believe seemed weird when I was a kid, and it creeps me out now. Lady Elaine Fairchild is possibly the creepiest puppet ever, and Daniel the tiger gets on my nerves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But that doesn't stop us from watching it once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=73171" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: Old, Dorky, Great</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/02/20/old-dorky-and-great.aspx#73072</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 23:57:36 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:73072</guid><dc:creator>bz</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;As a kid I never really liked the neighborhood, it was too weird to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As an adult I am thoroughly creeped out by his cardigan, smile &amp;nbsp;and odd drawl. &amp;nbsp;You know, in a &amp;quot;No way in hell am I letting you show my son your 'land of make believe,' Fred.&amp;quot; kind of way.&lt;/p&gt;
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