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	<title>Comments on: Behold, The Future!</title>
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		<title>By: Trey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Trey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 15:38:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hurray! Now, who&#039;s next?!</description>
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		<title>By: Ryan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 07:22:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>From the nose of the present, I detect an aroma -- an aroma of verbosity. The sweet honey-like odor of time being described as an existential recount, almost echoing back to a birth. Perhaps its the flow of electrons, boiling the copper surfaces of the CAT5 ethernet, or that distinct aroma of photons racing through the glass fibers.

And as smells trigger memories, this too triggers something, a recollection of a sound. A sound with a specific smell.  A sound that smells like ... yellow.  Nay, not the color, but the 80&#039;s band Yello from the Ferris Bueller&#039;s Soundtrack.

Oh yeah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From the nose of the present, I detect an aroma &#8212; an aroma of verbosity. The sweet honey-like odor of time being described as an existential recount, almost echoing back to a birth. Perhaps its the flow of electrons, boiling the copper surfaces of the CAT5 ethernet, or that distinct aroma of photons racing through the glass fibers.</p>
<p>And as smells trigger memories, this too triggers something, a recollection of a sound. A sound with a specific smell.  A sound that smells like &#8230; yellow.  Nay, not the color, but the 80&#8242;s band Yello from the Ferris Bueller&#8217;s Soundtrack.</p>
<p>Oh yeah.</p>
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