it's good to know that i'm not the only disgruntled person out there

> What is "podcast" compared to "MP3 for download on some kind of RSS
> feed" anyway?

That description only captures the facts and completely misses the
self-congratulatory wankfest.  Podcasts are nothing without the "we're
changing the world and are at the forefront of technology" wankfest.

Thank you, allbery.

it's good to know that i'm not the only disgruntled person out there

> What is "podcast" compared to "MP3 for download on some kind of RSS
> feed" anyway?

That description only captures the facts and completely misses the
self-congratulatory wankfest.  Podcasts are nothing without the "we're
changing the world and are at the forefront of technology" wankfest.

Thank you, allbery.

venividi and i have come up with the next big broadway hit

Osama! The Musical
The Demon Berber of Ifrit Street

venividi and i have come up with the next big broadway hit

Osama! The Musical
The Demon Berber of Ifrit Street

e&tg 47

(back in the saddle again, or something)

Ĥavar shook his head.  "It never ends."  He patted the kid on the shoulder.  "Slow down.  Breathe.  Tell me—"

"Kortra!" the kid burst out.  "They're holding Kortra hostage!"

The dwarf started turning red.  "Where," he snapped, "are they?"

"Steam vent 3.  They told me to tell Master Néfilo—"

"Néfilo!" i exclaimed.  "You know him?"

"Shut up!" Ĥavar yelled at me.  He turned back to the kid and said, "Go on!"

"I climbed the ladder as quickly as i could, found him and told him that they had Kortra and wanted him to come down, and then ran here."  He started crying.  "I'm sorry, Ĥavar, i know you told me to keep an eye out, but they snuck up on us, and, and, i—"

"Hey, look, it's all right.  You're not a fighting sort, Grape.  Stay here and run a metal analysis on these samples from Tashpar.  I'll go take care of the munchkins."  The kid nodded.  Ĥavar pulled out a breast plate and started buckling it.

"I'm coming, too," i said.

"Look, i appreciate it, but i can't afford to pay Merc rates, and anyway, i think i can handle a few criminals."

"There were a lot of `em, Ĥavar," said Grape.  "Maybe a dozen."

"I'm not going to charge you."  I threw my backpack on.  "If it involves the Mafia and it involves Néfilo, it involves me on a personal level.  And it sounds like you could use the help."

He grunted.  "Grape, you double-bar that door behind us in case they decide to get fresh over here.  I'll give the knock when i come back."  He grabbed his crossbow and cocked it.  "Let's go, Merc."

We went outside.  "Kohasadi!"  He squawked and scrambled to his legs.  "Can you carry us both?"

He gave me a skeptical look, but knelt.  I got in the saddle.  Ĥavar clambered onto Kohasadi's back, knelt behind me and grabbed my pack.  "Ready!" he yelled.

"Kohasadi, we have to go to the Park of the Council!"  He started flapping forcefully and managed to take off.

e&tg 47

(back in the saddle again, or something)

Ĥavar shook his head.  "It never ends."  He patted the kid on the shoulder.  "Slow down.  Breathe.  Tell me—"

"Kortra!" the kid burst out.  "They're holding Kortra hostage!"

The dwarf started turning red.  "Where," he snapped, "are they?"

"Steam vent 3.  They told me to tell Master Néfilo—"

"Néfilo!" i exclaimed.  "You know him?"

"Shut up!" Ĥavar yelled at me.  He turned back to the kid and said, "Go on!"

"I climbed the ladder as quickly as i could, found him and told him that they had Kortra and wanted him to come down, and then ran here."  He started crying.  "I'm sorry, Ĥavar, i know you told me to keep an eye out, but they snuck up on us, and, and, i—"

"Hey, look, it's all right.  You're not a fighting sort, Grape.  Stay here and run a metal analysis on these samples from Tashpar.  I'll go take care of the munchkins."  The kid nodded.  Ĥavar pulled out a breast plate and started buckling it.

"I'm coming, too," i said.

"Look, i appreciate it, but i can't afford to pay Merc rates, and anyway, i think i can handle a few criminals."

"There were a lot of `em, Ĥavar," said Grape.  "Maybe a dozen."

"I'm not going to charge you."  I threw my backpack on.  "If it involves the Mafia and it involves Néfilo, it involves me on a personal level.  And it sounds like you could use the help."

He grunted.  "Grape, you double-bar that door behind us in case they decide to get fresh over here.  I'll give the knock when i come back."  He grabbed his crossbow and cocked it.  "Let's go, Merc."

We went outside.  "Kohasadi!"  He squawked and scrambled to his legs.  "Can you carry us both?"

He gave me a skeptical look, but knelt.  I got in the saddle.  Ĥavar clambered onto Kohasadi's back, knelt behind me and grabbed my pack.  "Ready!" he yelled.

"Kohasadi, we have to go to the Park of the Council!"  He started flapping forcefully and managed to take off.