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  <title>What in hell?</title>
  <subtitle>Adventures in Eryk-land</subtitle>
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    <email>eryk@twodancingmonkeys.org</email>
    <name>Eryk "Mister Nielsen" Nielsen</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-02T15:11:53Z</updated>
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    <title>Roundabout</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T15:11:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I'm watching this week's Mad Men, and it's one of those stories where they follow several groups of people over the course of an evening.  One group is working late in the office, and another is going to an outdoor soiree.. they cut from the office, where it is clear that they've been working well past normal quitting time, to the party, where it's very bright and sunny out.  There's a moment of dissonance, and then I think "ahh, it stays light out late.  It's a subtle way of letting us know it's summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to, you know, looking at the green grass and bright flowers, and knowing what a season looks like.  Well played, brain, well played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Oh goddamn it it's on a Saturday.  And it's probably November or something.  Blarg.</content>
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