Really Simple Syndication: and sex

I had a particularly vivid dream this morning. An RSS dream. Sure there was no ATOM, so it must have been a dream.

I was staying in a swank New York hotel. Having a breakfast meeting with the great and the good of syndication. The debate was leaving me aside, as it was about the future, the vapourware that exists there.

I moved over to the manager of the hotel, started passing the time of the day. She was nice, big tits, nice teeth (this was an early morning dream, did you think she'd be a he?)

I explained RSS in a few sentences — an elevator pitch I suppose though I was more interested in those tits. "Hmmmm," she said. Suddenly, we were talking business applications. Menus. Vacancies. Special offers. Billing and expenses  information. She could see the value of up to date information for her, for her customers, for her customers employers.

Pretty soon, we had a contract, and I had an expense account at the hotel ;-) I was writing code, in Radio, she was getting her feeds on her mobile, then we met to discuss further projects, and my daughter woke me up. <Sigh!>

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