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  <identifier>LoveSongsAreForSuckers</identifier>
  <title>Love Songs Are For Suckers</title>
  <creator>Gabe Wollenburg</creator>
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  <description>Love Songs are for Suckers&#13;
He sat down in the chair next to his laptop, figuring he had to do something. He logged into the computer and toyed with the idea of sending a trace on her vehicle locater box, or calling some of his cop buddies and having her stopped and interrogated. He dismissed the Milwaukee PD dispatch remote browser that he'd impulsively launched and decided that not only would getting the cops involved agrivate the situation but would probably end up getting him fired from his cushy job as the dispatch sysadmin. No, there was no reason to call the cops. He instead clicked over to the internets and mindlessly browsed the news aggrigators, trying to push back the rising sense of desperation welling in his belly. That was hours ago. He'd since pounded through the entire bag of cheese popcorn and had watched half an infomercial on some kind of miracle mopping robot that reported detailed data on the filth found on your floor back to a central database. For $45, the mop's makers could send you a report "with over 99% accuracy" about what sort of shit your family was pulling behind your back. Nobody trusted anybody, Stan lamented. The word was an unsafe place-- it really was.&#13;
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On Labor Day (today) of 2006 I sat down with the intention of composing, editing, recording and publishing a short story about the relationship love and heartbreak. If the date stamp on this post says Sept. 4, 2006 then I accomplished that goal. Heather, whose own writings can be found at heather.writelarge.com came up with the title.&#13;
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There were two other goals that I had in mind for this piece.&#13;
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First: I wanted it to be the first piece composed without employing any Microsoft products at all. Except for the hour or so I spent editing on my laptop in the living room (WinXP), I accomplished that goal, too. This post and the story were written on Writely via Firefox. The recording and publishing will be done in Audacity via Ubuntu.&#13;
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Second: I wanted to incorporate some recordings from the Dondero High School A Capella Choir from Comfort Stand Recordings. I'm not sure why. Oak Park Michigan, here's your due. Those recordings were made available by the defunct Comfort Stand Recordings net label, and offered under a creative commons lisense We picked a couple of tracks from their sampler, you heard the Dondero High School choir's version of "Holiday" just now. You're going to hear their version of "Super Trooper" now.&#13;
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Not a goal, but definitely a bonus: Around the eight-minute mark I hit a new high for the percapita use of the word "Fuck."&#13;
This podcast is published on Archive.org via www.writelarge.com and is offered under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License. Pass it around, remix it, just don't sell it.</description>
  <date>2006-09-04</date>
  <year>2006</year>
  <subject>Podcast, Fiction, Love Songs</subject>
  <licenseurl>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/</licenseurl>
  <publicdate>2006-09-05 00:56:45</publicdate>
  <addeddate>2006-09-05 00:55:53</addeddate>
  <uploader>urmom111@gmail.com</uploader>
  <updater>heygabe</updater>
  <updater>heygabe</updater>
  <updatedate>2006-09-05 00:58:20</updatedate>
  <updatedate>2006-09-05 01:04:25</updatedate>
  <notes>See Writelarge.com for details.</notes>
  <updatedate>2006-09-05 01:44:40</updatedate>
  <updater>heygabe</updater>
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