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	<description>I am an astronomer, writer, and skeptic. I likes reality the way it is, and I aims to keep it that way. My real name is Phil Plait, and I run the Bad Astronomy blog.</description>
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		<title>By: a simon</title>
		<link>http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2008/11/26/canadian-fireball-update/comment-page-2/#comment-137281</link>
		<dc:creator>a simon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:36:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>debolding&lt;b size=&#039;dsads&quot;/&gt;debolding &lt;br&gt;debolding</description>
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		<title>By: a simon</title>
		<link>http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2008/11/26/canadian-fireball-update/comment-page-2/#comment-137280</link>
		<dc:creator>a simon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:35:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;b debolding&lt;/b&gt; debolding</description>
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		<title>By: a simon</title>
		<link>http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2008/11/26/canadian-fireball-update/comment-page-2/#comment-137279</link>
		<dc:creator>a simon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:34:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: kuhnigget</title>
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		<dc:creator>kuhnigget</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@ ccpetersen:

That&#039;s okay about the double post...one can never have too many cow recta.

BTW, can&#039;t help but notice Mr. Haggard has yet to offer up that &quot;credible evidence&quot; for alien spaceships yet. I&#039;m sure it&#039;s just the holiday. Too much turkey, perhaps. Or too many.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@ ccpetersen:</p>
<p>That&#8217;s okay about the double post&#8230;one can never have too many cow recta.</p>
<p>BTW, can&#8217;t help but notice Mr. Haggard has yet to offer up that &#8220;credible evidence&#8221; for alien spaceships yet. I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s just the holiday. Too much turkey, perhaps. Or too many.</p>
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		<title>By: ccpetersen</title>
		<link>http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2008/11/26/canadian-fireball-update/comment-page-2/#comment-137273</link>
		<dc:creator>ccpetersen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 14:49:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Damn... I tried to fix the close bold and screwed up..

sorry about that double post, folks...</description>
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<p>sorry about that double post, folks&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: ccpetersen</title>
		<link>http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2008/11/26/canadian-fireball-update/comment-page-2/#comment-137272</link>
		<dc:creator>ccpetersen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 14:49:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, getting this discussion back to cow recta (where it belongs)... 

I was thinking yesterday that when we get First Contact for the first time, and after all the greeting formalities are observed and the First Alien and our Duly Constituted Greeters have finished their formal festivities, perhaps they&#039;ll all retire to a nearby picnic table laden with Earth delicacies. And, our DCG will wave his/her hand toward the table and invite the FC to sample some of our best foods.  I imagine the scene something like this: 

&lt;b&gt;Duly Constituted Greeter:&lt;/b&gt; &quot; Can we get you something to eat or drink? &quot;

He waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables--everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. 

&lt;b&gt;First Alien: &lt;/b&gt; &quot;Why yes, thank you. That would be very nice.&quot;  


Earth&#039;s Greeter waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables--everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. 

&lt;b&gt;Alien:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Since you now know we&#039;ve been secretly visiting your planet for years, I  must tell you that Earth is known throughout this sector of the galaxy for a very particular delicacy.  In fact, it&#039;s one of the reasons we&#039;ve decided to reveal ourselves because we&#039;ve noticed that this particular foodstuff is getting harder to find in the wild.  It&#039;s really why we came here, although of course, opening up trade with you and supplying our technology is certainly an admirable goal. But, really, we just came for ... well... alas, I don&#039;t see it here, unless this is it.&quot;

The alien picks up a piece of sliced and marinated calamari and sniffs it.

&lt;b&gt;Alien&lt;/b&gt; No, this isn&#039;t it. But it looks like it... &quot;

The alien turns to leave, but the First Greeter rises to the occasion, not wishing to mess up this rare chance for intragalactic trade. 

&lt;b&gt;Duly Constituted Greeter:&lt;/b&gt;&quot;But... but... just tell us what it is you need and we&#039;ll we&#039;ll get you as much as you need!&quot;

&lt;b&gt;First Alien:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Well, if it wouldn&#039;t be too much trouble, a few hundred free-range cow recta would be great! &quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, getting this discussion back to cow recta (where it belongs)&#8230; </p>
<p>I was thinking yesterday that when we get First Contact for the first time, and after all the greeting formalities are observed and the First Alien and our Duly Constituted Greeters have finished their formal festivities, perhaps they&#8217;ll all retire to a nearby picnic table laden with Earth delicacies. And, our DCG will wave his/her hand toward the table and invite the FC to sample some of our best foods.  I imagine the scene something like this: </p>
<p><b>Duly Constituted Greeter:</b> &#8221; Can we get you something to eat or drink? &#8221;</p>
<p>He waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables&#8211;everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. </p>
<p><b>First Alien: </b> &#8220;Why yes, thank you. That would be very nice.&#8221;  </p>
<p>Earth&#8217;s Greeter waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables&#8211;everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. </p>
<p><b>Alien:</b> &#8220;Since you now know we&#8217;ve been secretly visiting your planet for years, I  must tell you that Earth is known throughout this sector of the galaxy for a very particular delicacy.  In fact, it&#8217;s one of the reasons we&#8217;ve decided to reveal ourselves because we&#8217;ve noticed that this particular foodstuff is getting harder to find in the wild.  It&#8217;s really why we came here, although of course, opening up trade with you and supplying our technology is certainly an admirable goal. But, really, we just came for &#8230; well&#8230; alas, I don&#8217;t see it here, unless this is it.&#8221;</p>
<p>The alien picks up a piece of sliced and marinated calamari and sniffs it.</p>
<p><b>Alien</b> No, this isn&#8217;t it. But it looks like it&#8230; &#8221;</p>
<p>The alien turns to leave, but the First Greeter rises to the occasion, not wishing to mess up this rare chance for intragalactic trade. </p>
<p><b>Duly Constituted Greeter:</b>&#8220;But&#8230; but&#8230; just tell us what it is you need and we&#8217;ll we&#8217;ll get you as much as you need!&#8221;</p>
<p><b>First Alien:</b> &#8220;Well, if it wouldn&#8217;t be too much trouble, a few hundred free-range cow recta would be great! &#8220;</p>
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		<title>By: ccpetersen</title>
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		<dc:creator>ccpetersen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 14:48:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, getting this discussion back to cow recta (where it belongs)... 

I was thinking yesterday that when we get First Contact for the first time, and after all the greeting formalities are observed and the First Alien and our Duly Constituted Greeters have finished their formal festivities, perhaps they&#039;ll all retire to a nearby picnic table laden with Earth delicacies. And, our DCG will wave his/her hand toward the table and invite the FC to sample some of our best foods.  I imagine the scene something like this: 

&lt;b&gt;Duly Constituted Greeter:&lt;/b&gt; &quot; Can we get you something to eat or drink? &quot;

He waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables--everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. 

&lt;b&gt;First Alien: &lt;/b&gt; &quot;Why yes, thank you. That would be very nice.&quot;  


Earth&#039;s Greeter waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables--everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. 

&lt;b&gt;Alien:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Since you now know we&#039;ve been secretly visiting your planet for years, I  must tell you that Earth is known throughout this sector of the galaxy for a very particular delicacy.  In fact, it&#039;s one of the reasons we&#039;ve decided to reveal ourselves because we&#039;ve noticed that this particular foodstuff is getting harder to find in the wild.  It&#039;s really why we came here, although of course, opening up trade with you and supplying our technology is certainly an admirable goal. But, really, we just came for ... well... alas, I don&#039;t see it here, unless this is it.&quot;

The alien picks up a piece of sliced and marinated calamari and sniffs it.

&lt;b&gt;Alien&lt;/b&gt; &lt;No, this isn&#039;t it. But it looks like it... &quot;

The alien turns to leave, but the First Greeter rises to the occasion, not wishing to mess up this rare chance for intragalactic trade. 

&lt;b&gt;Duly Constituted Greeter:&lt;/b&gt;&quot;But... but... just tell us what it is you need and we&#039;ll we&#039;ll get you as much as you need!&quot;

&lt;b&gt;First Alien:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Well, if it wouldn&#039;t be too much trouble, a few hundred free-range cow recta would be great! &quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, getting this discussion back to cow recta (where it belongs)&#8230; </p>
<p>I was thinking yesterday that when we get First Contact for the first time, and after all the greeting formalities are observed and the First Alien and our Duly Constituted Greeters have finished their formal festivities, perhaps they&#8217;ll all retire to a nearby picnic table laden with Earth delicacies. And, our DCG will wave his/her hand toward the table and invite the FC to sample some of our best foods.  I imagine the scene something like this: </p>
<p><b>Duly Constituted Greeter:</b> &#8221; Can we get you something to eat or drink? &#8221;</p>
<p>He waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables&#8211;everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. </p>
<p><b>First Alien: </b> &#8220;Why yes, thank you. That would be very nice.&#8221;  </p>
<p>Earth&#8217;s Greeter waves his hand toward the laden table. The First Alien walks over and inspects the plates and bowls and boxes full of everything from hamburgers to pita bread to gyros to sushi, pasta, fresh fish, fruits, vegetables&#8211;everything that people eat.  It wrinkles its forehead and blinks its three eyes several times and wiggles its protuding eartalons out toward its host in dismay. </p>
<p><b>Alien:</b> &#8220;Since you now know we&#8217;ve been secretly visiting your planet for years, I  must tell you that Earth is known throughout this sector of the galaxy for a very particular delicacy.  In fact, it&#8217;s one of the reasons we&#8217;ve decided to reveal ourselves because we&#8217;ve noticed that this particular foodstuff is getting harder to find in the wild.  It&#8217;s really why we came here, although of course, opening up trade with you and supplying our technology is certainly an admirable goal. But, really, we just came for &#8230; well&#8230; alas, I don&#8217;t see it here, unless this is it.&#8221;</p>
<p>The alien picks up a piece of sliced and marinated calamari and sniffs it.</p>
<p><b>Alien</b> <no , this isn't it. But it looks like it... "</p>
<p>The alien turns to leave, but the First Greeter rises to the occasion, not wishing to mess up this rare chance for intragalactic trade. </p>
<p><b>Duly Constituted Greeter:&#8220;But&#8230; but&#8230; just tell us what it is you need and we&#8217;ll we&#8217;ll get you as much as you need!&#8221;</p>
<p><b>First Alien:</b> &#8220;Well, if it wouldn&#8217;t be too much trouble, a few hundred free-range cow recta would be great! &#8220;</no></p>
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