<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801859.post2810633482710877009..comments</id><updated>2010-01-24T19:40:14.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on A Beautifully Messy Mass of Contradictions: Where are those Con-Mints when you need them?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.debineezer.net/feeds/2810633482710877009/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801859/2810633482710877009/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.debineezer.net/2010/01/where-are-those-con-mints-when-you-need.html'/><author><name>Debineezer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11365563298737166764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbN5ns6Dyqc/SKWpbCCshfI/AAAAAAAABDM/yMWYKHxxXUg/S220/drama+queen.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801859.post-4580032254443676301</id><published>2010-01-24T19:40:14.761-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:40:14.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish people would tell me if and when I have Dra...</title><content type='html'>I wish people would tell me if and when I have Dragon Breath.  There ought to be a universal sign that we can subtly say to each other, then walk away so the person can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a science fiction conventions where people are wearing clothes that haven&amp;#39;t been washed in days, and they do not bathe.  I have seen copies of the daily newsletters at conventions which practically beg people to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain&amp;#39;t pretty.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801859/2810633482710877009/comments/default/4580032254443676301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801859/2810633482710877009/comments/default/4580032254443676301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.debineezer.net/2010/01/where-are-those-con-mints-when-you-need.html?showComment=1264390814761#c4580032254443676301' title=''/><author><name>Itty Bitty Crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137474188458444198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.debineezer.net/2010/01/where-are-those-con-mints-when-you-need.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801859.post-2810633482710877009' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801859/posts/default/2810633482710877009' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1461876460'/></entry></feed>
