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	<title>Pacificapocalypse</title>
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	<description>Standing on the beach, staring at the sea.</description>
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		<title>Our Father Who Art In Hell</title>
		<description>"We are made to believe when we cannot understand, and to obey so that we will never understand"

It's been 30 years, and I still remember exactly where I was when I heard the news that a bunch of crazy people had killed themselves in some jungle somewhere. I was at ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/11/our-father-who-art-in-hell/</link>
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		<title>Flying car.</title>
		<description>Flying car.
As fortold in the prophesy of the ancients.

Holy crap, I want this thing more than Christmas.


From the Times Online:
To Timbuktu by flying car: it sounds the most unlikely journey on earth; a  sci-fi voyage from the pages of Jules Verne. But this is no fantasy. The car  ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/11/flying-car/</link>
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		<title>Lights down little cookies</title>
		<description>So sad, after 92 years, a California institution, Mothers Cookies, is no more.
If you're a fan of those pink and white frosted Circus Animal cookies from Mother's, either stock up or start priming your nostalgia, because this week the company closed its doors abruptly. They've cited the expected reasons—the rising ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/11/lights-down-little-cookies/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s the little things that count.</title>
		<description>Stopped by the Ocean of India last night, didn't feel like cooking, and Farz whips up a mean Chana Masala Karahi and Saag Paneer.
While waiting for our dinner, I glanced through the pass through window and saw an absolutely beautiful whole leg of lamb waiting on the kitchen table. All ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/11/its-the-little-things-that-count/</link>
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		<title>For when the warranty expires</title>
		<description>And remember, it's the labor that cost the most, not the parts.
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		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/for-when-the-warranty-expires/</link>
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		<title>The Economic Smoking Wreckage of the United States</title>
		<description>Jim Kunstler on the recent 'economic unpleasantness' and possible fall-out and the future; he's a little hyperbolic and I'm not completely convinced about all the doom and gloom, but still and interesting take. I might have taken this with a slightly smaller grain of salt if he hadn't recently penned ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/the-economic-smoking-wreckage-of-the-united-states/</link>
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		<title>We Watch Movies</title>
		<description>We Watch Movies: Quarantine

Ok let's get this out in the open first: I'm over the docu/horror flick. Enough with the handheld camera work. Yes I get it builds a sense of place and realism, but I'm done. I'm really really done. ( I'm looking at you Cloverfield ).

With that said ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/we-watch-movies/</link>
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		<title>Obey Crimson Ghost Punk Mashup</title>
		<description>Didn't know what else to call this... showed up on the side of the EQ3 building next to the 9th Street off-ramp from 101.

Excuse the crappy  cam-phone from a moving bus pic.
Click for full size.
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		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/obey-crimson-ghost-punk-mashup/</link>
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		<title>Guaranteed, 100%, military grade nightmare juice.</title>
		<description>Seriously, I'm warning you, this gave me the absolute jibblies.

One word: spiders.

Now normally, spiders don't particularly freak me out - I'll admit to a certain unease, especially in movies that feature hundreds of the little fuckers. Dude! There's no way to fight them! Guns are useless, you need like, poison ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/guaranteed-100-military-grade-nightmare-juice/</link>
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		<title>I call you &#8216;fauxbration&#8217;</title>
		<description>You, you are that false tingle, that lying trick of the nerves.
You are that feeling from a mobile device carried in a pocket, that's set to vibrate.

And you *feel* the vibration, and you look; no missed calls, no new messages. Liar.

You are 'fauxbration'

Until someone comes up with a more clever ...</description>
		<link>http://pacificapocalypse.com/pacificapocalypse/2008/10/i-call-you-fauxbration/</link>
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