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	<title>Comments on: Elkhorn Stage Race &#8211; Stream of Consciousness Style</title>
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		<title>By: keeneye</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 01:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awesome post. It&#039;s as if I were riding on your shoulder, listening to your mind work. I might have to try a post in this style, although it will be more like:

Holy crap. Another ticket. Argh... a Giant pie. Okay. Breathe. Too much cheese on this one, pop that huge bubble on the crust, what?!? A keg blew? Quick. Slam a keg on the dolly and spin that pie in the lower oven. Hurry! I smell burnt cornmeal. Who&#039;s burning my pies?

It goes on like that for about five hours. And I live for it.

Hope you&#039;ll submit to the pain again next year in beautiful Baker City!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awesome post. It&#8217;s as if I were riding on your shoulder, listening to your mind work. I might have to try a post in this style, although it will be more like:</p>
<p>Holy crap. Another ticket. Argh&#8230; a Giant pie. Okay. Breathe. Too much cheese on this one, pop that huge bubble on the crust, what?!? A keg blew? Quick. Slam a keg on the dolly and spin that pie in the lower oven. Hurry! I smell burnt cornmeal. Who&#8217;s burning my pies?</p>
<p>It goes on like that for about five hours. And I live for it.</p>
<p>Hope you&#8217;ll submit to the pain again next year in beautiful Baker City!</p>
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