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	<title>Comments on: Just Saying</title>
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		<title>By: Ethan</title>
		<link>http://mindofwinter.org/2005/07/27/just-saying/#comment-391</link>
		<author>Ethan</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 15:51:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Brian, that reminds me of the old Windows haikus (http://ushostnet.com/host/windows.htm), such as:

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

And it reminds me of an email I recently sent my girlfriend that was a perfectly mundane email in the form of 4 haiku poems. Despite the odd formating, she did not seem to notice. I was torn between happiness at the smoothness of my poems, on the one hand, and the lack of attention to my brilliance by my girlfriend, on the other.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Brian, that reminds me of the old Windows haikus (http://ushostnet.com/host/windows.htm), such as:</p>
<p>Windows NT crashed.<br />
I am the Blue Screen of Death.<br />
No one hears your screams.</p>
<p>And it reminds me of an email I recently sent my girlfriend that was a perfectly mundane email in the form of 4 haiku poems. Despite the odd formating, she did not seem to notice. I was torn between happiness at the smoothness of my poems, on the one hand, and the lack of attention to my brilliance by my girlfriend, on the other.</p>
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