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		<title>Three Questions for Timmy the Galaxy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 20:30:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Hallie Bateman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A quick chat with one of the universe's brighter galaxies.]]></description>
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<p><strong>You seem brighter than most galaxies. What&#8217;s your secret?</strong></p>
<p>Yeah, you know, when I was younger, I did that whole act: &#8220;Ohhh I&#8217;m a galaxy, my darkness is infinite, I can&#8217;t believe I&#8217;m stuck in this stupid little Universe forever, I&#8217;m gonna go listen to Conor Oberst, woe is me!&#8221; But that shit gets old after about four billion years. I guess I just grew up and realized that I&#8217;m not the center of the world, you know? I just contain it.</p>
<p><strong>Have you ever been in love?</strong></p>
<p>I merged with another galaxy once. Her name was Destiny. She had the most beautiful gas I&#8217;d ever seen. We were both into the alternative scene: black metal, tattoos, cosmic bowling. We took a lot of amphetamines. God, that feels like 10 billion years ago&#8230; No, I think it was more like 12. </p>
<p>Anyway, she&#8217;s just a distant memory now. I mean, I know she lives within me — or I within her? Once you merge it all kind of just fades. Your identity is changed forever. I don&#8217;t even remember my previous orbit. It&#8217;s far, far away.</p>
<p><strong>What are you afraid of?</strong></p>
<p><em>(laughs)</em> This is probably gonna sound crazy but sometimes when I&#8217;m changing before bed, I get this eerie feeling like someone, somewhere, is looking up at me.</p>
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		<title>Notes from the Bigoted Ornithologist Association</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 15:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Seidel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Presenting new research from the most obstinately intolerant scholars of birds.]]></description>
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<p>Another year has come and gone, which means that some of the most renowned bigots in ornithology had much to report this past weekend at the B.O.A.’s annual convention.</p>
<p>Starting things off, Professor Gimblethwait persuasively argued that male birds are inherently better at spatial navigation and thus should be at the front of any flying V-formation. </p>
<p>Noted culture warrior Lucy Rankin then took the stage and blamed the breakdown of traditional family values on the promiscuous mating habits of the common cuckoo. </p>
<p>Professor Gulbert delivered a compelling genetic argument for the roadrunner’s innate athletic superiority. However, she did admit that she would probably start the slower-footed egret at quarterback because of its intangibles. </p>
<p>A special guest [name redacted] from the Department of Wildlife’s new homeland security division described a pilot government program to affix a nape tag to track every Persian shearwater, Egyptian goose and Oriental turtle-dove nesting in the U.S.</p>
<p>Hardly had the applause died down before Professor Snead galvanized the audience anew by noting that vultures, buzzards and crows compose the 47% of birds who rely on other animals or vehicles to kill their prey for them. </p>
<p>Not to be outdone, the eugenicist Professor Johannson waxed rhapsodic about a future master race of condor-swan-eagles that would be immune from the bird flu. He was ushered off stage as he was canvassing the room for an anti-albatross pogrom.</p>
<p>Dr. Cilic, Eastern Bluebird expert, added that the Orioles were all bums.</p>
<p>Dr. Krunztler proceeded to shock even the most hardened bigots by delivering his otherwise staid lecture on avifauna biodiversity in featherface. </p>
<p>Inspired by Seth MacFarlane’s performance at the Academy Awards, a leering Professor Sancton showed a nine-minute slideshow of tufted titmice, blue-footed boobies and MacQueen bustards baring their crests. </p>
<p>A tough act to follow, but Professor O’Bannon spellbindingly railed against our permissive bird migration policies. He singled out the western sandpiper, whom he somewhat bizarrely accused of “taking all our jobs.”  </p>
<p>Lastly, Professor Malowski, the keynote speaker, wrapped things up by decrying the savage custom of regurgitating food into a chick’s mouth. He went on to say that while a bird like the parrot was a good mimic, it was not capable of philosophical reasoning; that while the nightingale’s song was certainly lovely, it could never rival the complex polyphonic structure of a Beethoven symphony; and that woodpeckers had not as of yet produced a novelist to rival Tolstoy. </p>
<p>The bigoted ornithologists then adjourned to the hotel bar, where they enjoyed a sumptuous banquet catered by Chick-fil-A and confided to the staff that some of their best friends were birds. </p>
<p>Until next year everyone!</p>
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		<title>Sam the Answer Man</title>
		<link>http://bygonebureau.com/2013/05/03/sam-the-answer-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 14:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sam Weiner</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[An advice columnist goes to desperate lengths to reconnect with an ex-girlfriend.]]></description>
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<p><em>Dear SAM,</p>
<p>I feel trapped. I have a steady job, but what I really want to do is travel the world. Should I quit my job? Or is becoming a globetrotter just a pipe dream? — Traveling Really A Possibility?</em></p>
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<p>Dear T.R.A.P,</p>
<p>Thanks for your letter. If you think it&#8217;s time to move on from your job, you may be right. In fact, my girlfriend Amber recently did the same thing. Well, ex-girlfriend. And the thing she moved on from was our relationship. Point is, if by any chance you are Amber, consider taking me back. Hope that helps!</p>
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<p><em>Dear SAM,</p>
<p>Am I a bad son? My problem is that my mom moved back in with me. Basically, my life revolves around her now. Everything I do, she complains about. Regrettably, I am thinking about putting her in a home. — Unfavorite Son</em></p>
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<p>Dear UNFAVORITE,</p>
<p>Never leave someone who loves you! I wish my ex-girlfriend Amber realized that, even though technically she was never really my girlfriend. Also, I noticed that the first letter of every sentence you wrote spells out &#8220;AMBER.&#8221; Even though you signed with the word &#8220;son,&#8221; are you actually Amber? Is your mom okay? I miss you.</p>
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<p><em>Dear SAM,</p>
<p>I&#8217;m an advice columnist who is nice and a lot more good-looking than people think. And yet my longtime girlfriend broke up with me. (&#8220;Girlfriend&#8221; might be a strong word — we sat next to each other on the bus and I smiled at her once but she says she doesn&#8217;t want to check out what my apartment looks like.) Why? — Magnificent Ex</em></p>
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<p>Dear M.E.,</p>
<p>Wow, you seem like a great guy! Everyone, especially the love of your life, Amber, should track you down and start dating you immediately! I used to be a man and now I am nothing.</p>
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<p><em>Dear SAM,</p>
<p>A weird guy on the bus is obsessed with me. He keeps calling me his &#8220;girlfriend&#8221; even though we&#8217;re basically strangers. Should I give him a chance anyway? — Amber</em></p>
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<p>Dear AMBER,</p>
<p>Yes! Sounds like this probable-hunk is super thoughtful but also tough. God, he&#8217;s so lonely right now, you beautiful life-ruiner.</p>
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<p><em>Dear SAM,</p>
<p>I recently wrote a letter posing as a girl I&#8217;m in love with and submitted it to an advice columnist. Now I feel terrible and I&#8217;m sorry. — Sad Awful Man</em></p>
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<p>Dear S.A.M,</p>
<p>I bet it wasn&#8217;t easy to be so honest. You really should be commended. Just keep being yourself and remember that all women love a man who is not afraid to cry, even if it&#8217;s during the day and for seemingly no reason. Every girl except for Amber apparently! You must find solace in your work. Keep those letter coming!</p>
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<p><em>Please send your questions or offers to reunite to Sam the Answer Man. Please.</em></p>
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		<title>Pizza Power</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 14:30:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jeannette Langmead &#38; Graham Clark</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A comic about David Shatraw, the voice of Michelangelo in the 1990 live-action <em>Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles</em> touring show.]]></description>
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		<title>Plan B From Outer Space: Touched Screen</title>
		<link>http://bygonebureau.com/2013/04/18/plan-b-from-outer-space-touched-screen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben Bateman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first installment in a new serial time-travel romance. This one involves a sex tablet.]]></description>
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<p>It came to Diana in a sex dream: Lust 6.9 knew the way out. It couldn&#8217;t really be trapped here: sex tablets traveled freely through space and time — especially those running iSX 6.9 — to bring their users soul-shattering orgasms. The flimsy walls of this space prison didn&#8217;t tickle the taint of a sex tablet&#8217;s capabilities.</p>
<p>If it wasn’t a prisoner, then Lust 6.9 must be the one trapping her here, trying to stop her from seizing the diamondtanium scepter.</p>
<p>But how would she seduce it into releasing her? They&#8217;d been trapped together in the space  prison for a few thousand years now, and Stockholm-sparks had fizzled long ago. She&#8217;d have to flirt like a sex wizard.</p>
<p>&#8220;First dinosaurs, now this,&#8221; Diana whispered to herself as she walked across to the squat table where Lust 6.9 was lounging. She sat down, leaned forward, and flopped her breasts onto the tablet.</p>
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<p>She slid her finger across the interface, hoping to be released and sexed hard, but it needed a password. </p>
<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; Lust 6.9 commanded, &#8220;slide your finger across me to open.&#8221; Its voice was rough like a cat&#8217;s tongue or a patch of poorly cared for pavement. Diana had to obey. Somewhere inside of Lust 6.9&#8242;s hard, hard drive was the key to getting out of this space prision.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you need to reset the password?&#8221; This time Lust 6.9&#8242;s voice was undeniably feminine. Diana was confused and aroused. Was Lust 6.9 teasing her or just A/B testing? She ignored the prompt and typed in &#8220;I will violate every part of your warranty.&#8221; The touchscreen grew warm.</p>
<p>&#8220;Invalid password,&#8221; Lust 6.9 sang in a heavy Dutch accent. Diana cursed under her breath and hastily re-typed the offer. &#8220;Invalid password,&#8221; the tablet chirped again.</p>
<p>The screen went blank for a moment, then the blob of a Rorschach test appeared on the screen. &#8220;Please clearly type what you see above.&#8221;</p>
<p>Diana puzzled at the captcha.</p>
<p>“I’m totally serious about the sex,” she typed again. Why the tablet wasn’t responding to her body’s pre-literate promises?  “I’m not a toy,” the Lust 6.9 scatted with the voice of Bobby McFerin. “I’m a sex toy.”</p>
<p>“Fuck you,” Diana muttered. The screen unlocked instantly, its default background bare before her. Diana ran her finger down Lust 6.9’s brushed aluminum casing and then held it against the home button until the apps shivered. </p>
<p>“Proceed with caution, human,” Lust 6.9 said. “I’m slippery when wet.” A pulsating light then emanated from Lust 6.9’s screen, bathing Diana in a horny glow. A dense fog began to fill the room, and Diana felt the warmth of the sex-ray spread through her body.</p>
<p>She needed it closer. Diana grasped the tablet to pull it tight against her body, but it was slippery, and fell out of her hand to crack on the hard cement floor. The warmth left her body with a whimper. She bent over to check on Lust 6.9 and saw no flickering lights, no sign of battery life, and no proof that it was purchased less that two years ago.</p>
<p>Her only chance at escape didn’t qualify for AppleCare.
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		<title>Rhetorical Wrestling</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2013 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Seidel</dc:creator>
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<p>The Olympics recently decided to drop wrestling, its oldest sport, from the 2020 games. While the outraged wrestling community can do little but hope for a reversal, it was recently buoyed by the discovery of an ancient Greek text that shed light on the sport’s origins. The manuscript was found in the ruins of a Romanian monastery once revered for its devout wrestling monks and abandoned after a particularly nasty ringworm epidemic. Tentatively dated to 434 B.C., the document lends credence to a theory long held by some scholars of ancient athletics, namely that the first wrestlers modeled their moves on Greek rhetorical devices. The sport and the speaking art drifted apart such that by the time spandex appeared on the scene, nary a trace of wrestling’s rhetorical roots remained. The following are excerpts from the manual. </p>
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<p><strong>Anaphora:</strong> A basic but effective strategy in which one prefaces each takedown attempt with the same move, preferably by throwing dust into the opponent’s eyes. Not to be confused with <strong>Antistrophe</strong>, in which one concludes each takedown by gratuitously throwing dust into the opponent’s eyes. </p>
<p><strong>Aposiopesis:</strong> To cut short a trash-talking opponent mid-taunt by suplexing him. Can also be used in political debates. </p>
<p><strong>Apostrophe:</strong> To shout “uncle” during a particularly painful hold.</p>
<p><strong>Anacoluthon:</strong> A standard misdirection tactic, such as beginning an ankle pick, then inexplicably transitioning into a rhythmic dancing routine. </p>
<p><strong>Cacophony:</strong> Any move that audibly breaks no fewer than three bones at the same time. Often followed by an <strong>Apostrophe</strong>.</p>
<p><strong>Catachresis:</strong> To throw your opponent into the air like a javelin migrating south for the winter to join its feathered friends. </p>
<p><strong>Chiasmus:</strong> To ride one’s opponent into the mat such that his naked, oil-covered body leaves a stain in the shape of an X. Only to be attempted in exhibition matches. </p>
<p><strong>Euphemism:</strong> Executed while in the top position with a hirsute wrestler, an attempt to curry favor by complimenting an opponent’s “centauric” figure.  </p>
<p><strong>Hyperbaton:</strong> In no circumstances is this move to be executed in polite society. </p>
<p><strong>Irony:</strong> A move pioneered by Socrates in which the wrestler strolls around the outside of the ring with an air of amused detachment before executing a devastating hip throw. Closely related is <strong>Aporia</strong>, in which one feigns early onset senility to gain an advantage. </p>
<p><strong>Litotes:</strong> A not uninteresting move that is a less than pleasant experience when not done incorrectly.  Not to be confused with <strong>Hyperbole</strong>, which is only the most awesome move ever.</p>
<p><strong>Oxymoron:</strong> A grand amplitude throw that makes one’s opponent flatline. </p>
<p><strong>Paraprosdokian:</strong> Attempted only by those wrestlers who can remember what this term means. Often used in combination with <strong>Anadiplosis</strong> and <strong>Hypallage</strong>.</p>
<p><strong>Pleonasm:</strong> To continue to execute moves on one’s opponent after he has been pinned, rendered unconscious or killed. Often done <strong>ironically</strong>.</p>
<p><strong>Polysyndeton:</strong> To repeatedly bang an opponent’s head on the mat while muttering a conjunction between each thud. Similar to <strong>Asyndeton</strong>, except in that case, no conjunctions are required.</p>
<p><strong>Prolepsis:</strong> To do a victory dance before the match starts. A risky strategy that could backfire by angering opponents and raising the suspicions of bookies.   </p>
<p><strong>Simile:</strong> To bend the opponent into a human pretzel until he admits that his elbow is in fact like his knee after all.</p>
<p><strong>Synecdoche:</strong> A zealous refusal to engage with anything other than the opponent’s forearm. A variant of <strong>Metonymy</strong>, in which one challenges a former champion by eating his laurel wreath.</p>
<p><strong>Zeugma:</strong> To perform an arm bar such that the opponent’s limb is simultaneously incapacitated and appears to be waving to the crowd. One is subsequently free to slam him down and his door to victory shut.</p>
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		<title>This Is a Public Safety Announcement from the MTA</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 15:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David Guzman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["Please do not use any kind of vacuuming device to suck up items that may have fallen on the track. Please do not give such devices vulgar nicknames."]]></description>
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<p>A reminder to all subway riders from the MTA: if you drop any personal belongings onto the subway tracks, please do not jump into the subway tracks to retrieve them. Your safety is important to us. Stay alert, and thank you for using the MTA.</p>
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<p>Please do not offer money to anyone to jump into the subway tracks to retrieve your own dropped items. Thank you for your attention, and ride safely.</p>
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<p>Do not construct a makeshift fishing rod out of garbage and gum to &#8220;fish&#8221; for any dropped belongings on the subway track. If you&#8217;ve dropped your phone onto the subway tracks, please do not continue to play <em>Temple Run</em> on it with a long stick with a piece of warm meat at the end of it that simulates a human finger.</p>
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<p>Please do not attempt to convince others on the platform that your own dropped items belong to them and that they &#8220;really ought to hop on down there to get them.&#8221; </p>
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<p>Please do not use any kind of vacuuming device to suck up items that may have fallen on the track. Please do not give such devices vulgar nicknames.</p>
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<p>Please do not ask other commuters to retrieve dropped belongings from the track in an effort to convince them they would be a &#8220;Subway Hero&#8221; in doing so. Claiming to be a NY1 reporter live on the scene does not make such attempts less dubious.</p>
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<p>Please do not attempt to train subway rats to retrieve items from the subway tracks or to do anything else you consider &#8220;your bidding.&#8221;</p>
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<p>Please do not use grappling hooks and a system of pulleys to lower yourself into the subway tracks to retrieve dropped items. Offering rides on said pulley system, using the slogan &#8220;Come thread the needle!&#8221; is prohibited.</p>
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<p>It is prohibited to push anyone into the subway tracks just so you can ask them to pick up anything of yours that may have fallen onto the tracks. </p>
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<p>Please do not push anyone onto the subway tracks so that a &#8220;Subway Hero&#8221; can rescue them and, in the process, retrieve your dropped items that are on the subway track.</p>
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<p>Please do not bring into the subway station dogs, pigeons, monkeys or other higher primates that have been trained to retrieve items you&#8217;ve dropped on the tracks and/or to battle the rats that have usurped your former authority over them..</p>
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<p>Please be aware that, though not prohibited, attempts to use telekinesis have proven to be ineffective in trying to remove dropped belongings on the track or to re-exert control over the newly self-aware rat population, who are learning to cope with emerging reasoning skills, free will, and a knowledge of their own mortality.</p>
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<p>Please be aware that lowering magnets into the subway track in an attempt to retrieve non-metal belongings has proven to be ineffective.</p>
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<p>Attention: wearing a cowboy hat does not give you the authority to lasso property that has fallen onto the subway tracks or to capture any of your escaped monkeys who were trained to fight against the insurgent rat colonies.</p>
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<p>This is an important announcement from the MTA: please do not try to retrieve belongings that have fallen onto the tracks. All dropped property belongs to the rats, as negotiated in the peace treaty at the Battle of Sixth Avenue and 14th Street.</p>
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		<title>Tiny Brad Pitt</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shawn Bowers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["Angelina took the kids, yeah. She said it was for my safety, she was worried one of them was going to put me up their nose or sit on me."]]></description>
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<p>Hey George! George, down here! It’s me, your friend Brad Pitt!</p>
<p>I know, stuff’s crazy, right? I got zapped by that laser, now I’m yay high, it’s been a real adventure. Listen, I heard you were maybe putting together a script for the next <em>Ocean’s</em> movie, and I just wanted to check in with you, make sure that this whole&#8230; me getting shrunk thing isn’t going to prevent me from reuniting with the gang on another fun international heist! I’ve gotta get back on this big screen, George.</p>
<p>I managed to get my tiny hands on a snapped off piece of mechanical pencil lead and have been jotting down some ideas, if you’re interested. I was thinking Cheadle and Gould could be pretending to be like&#8230; a funky father and son in a casino. And then one of them sets down a martini glass and I surf across an olive and jump into the croupier’s pocket and then I steal all the money. See? Or I could surf on a poker chip too. Maybe I surf on a bunch of objects and that’s my thing for this movie the way that eating was my thing for the others. </p>
<p>Or it might be fun if the whole cast got shrunk down and we have to steal the world’s smallest diamond or something, y’know? You wouldn’t have to shrink for real, we could do green screen stuff, but then it would be like we’re all the same still. I wouldn’t stand out, be a freak, or not remember what human touch felt like or anything. I’d just be the same heartthrob, instead of a precious anomaly of science. </p>
<p>Angelina took the kids, yeah. She said it was for my safety, she was worried one of them was going to put me up their nose or sit on me. I told her I could handle myself, because I’m Brad freakin’ Pitt! But I couldn’t stop her, because she’s now comparably hundreds of feet taller than me and no matter how fast I surfed down the street on top of a Micro Machines car, I couldn’t catch up with their limousine. </p>
<p>Anyway, that’s my sadness, not yours. You still dating models? That’s great. Okay, here’s an idea. Maybe there’s like&#8230; a narrow vent that we have to get into to disarm a laser grid or something, and things get really tense because Shaobo Qin breaks his ankle and can’t do his normal “secret Asian gymnastics” thing. But then I volunteer, and you guys rig me up on a pulley made of dental floss and lift me into the vent and I’m like the hero of the whole thing. Then the end is me having made a couch out of marshmallows, and I’m just kicking back and smoking a tiny cigar.</p>
<p>Listen, I’m not happy with my life right now. We always said we weren’t making the <em>Ocean&#8217;s</em> films for the creative whatever, or for the fans. We were making them as an excuse to go stay in Italian villas and hang out with Carl Reiner and get paid to do it. Well I’m calling in the troops. My pride has been heisted, and I want to steal it back with the help of ten other men and some women and guest stars from all walks of life, ideally in Morocco. I’m having a damn life crisis, and if there was ever a reason to shoot another <em>Ocean’s</em> film, it’s on account of my depression over being the size of a baby’s thumb. </p>
<p>What do you say? Call Damon, see if he’s in? Give Julia a buzz? Shoot an email to that bastard Garcia? You’re a good friend, George. Better than I deserve. While now literally true for me, you will always be a giant among men. Now before you go, can you please connect this twine to the other end of the kitchen? I’m going to zipline over and take a bath in a shot glass.</p>
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		<title>The Circle of Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 15:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Pensky</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["All things die. Your grandmother, she’s going to die. Soon. All your friends? Dead, eventually."]]></description>
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<p><em>(Knock, knock)</em></p>
<p>Hello, son. Your mother told me your turtle died. That’s very sad. Poor Toby. I just wanted to come see how you’re doing with it all. Maybe have one of our man-to-man talks.</p>
<p>You should know that it’s okay to feel sad or scared. Because death is really, really scary. It happens, and there’s nothing any of us can do about it.</p>
<p>The good news is that if you&#8217;re scared of death, you&#8217;ve skipped a bunch of pointless fears about taxes or global catastrophe and arrived at the worst thing in the world. Good job on getting there before everyone else! That crushing sensation in your chest? That&#8217;s just the fear of death giving you a little taste of what the real thing feels like. But you should take comfort in knowing that the very worst thing that can happen absolutely will happen. Almost a relief, isn’t it?</p>
<p>All things die. Your grandmother, she’s going to die. Soon. All your friends? Dead, eventually. Especially that Garrett with the asthma. And yes, you too. Death is just a part of life. The end part, mainly. Yeah, however the absence of something can be “a part” of it, that’s how death is a part of life.</p>
<p>What I mean to say is that death is natural. It’s the end of one sort of nature, and the beginning of another. A much worse kind. Like when the lion eats the zebra, it’s sad that the zebra gets killed, but then the lion gets big and strong and has little baby lions, and the Circle of Life continues. You liked <em>The Lion King</em>, right?</p>
<p>Of course the baby lions die too. But hopefully they live long enough to grow up and have babies of their own, and it goes on and on until the sun explodes, and then all the lions will be dead, and all the other creatures, and no one will ever know they were alive. We should watch <em>The Lion King</em> tonight. That movie&#8217;s pretty good.</p>
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		<title>Excalibur</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:56:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jeremy Nguyen</dc:creator>
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