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Dave:
‘sup, Mr. Dangerous?

Mr. Dangerous:
Oh, the usual. Drinking grain alcohol, snorting my body weight in coke, having unprotected sex with heroin-addicted civet cats, oh yeah, and deploying RSS in my company.

Dave:
Mr. Dangerous, you do live on the edge, don’t you. That RSS thing scares the hell out of me. Why not take up something safer, like bullfighting?

Mr. Dangerous:
You know me, if it’s not potentially lethal, I don’t want anything to do with it.

Dave:
But Mr. Dangerous, you don’t know the havoc you can bring about by publishing an RSS feed? You could end wind up funky, locked in a trunk, or trapped in a maze of twisty namespaces, all alike!

Mr. Dangerous:
Is there an echo in here? I told you, I live for the risk. Compared to some of the crazy shit I do, this RSS thing is as easy as pie.

Dave:
Be careful out there. The aggregated firepower being tossed around out there could bury a lesser man alive.

Mr. Dangerous:
It’s all good. Time for my date with Ann Coulter. Peace.

references (…and a torture test for the character set capabilities of your browser and aggregator)

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• 九

:: Dave Walker 16:00 (EST/EDT) [+]

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