<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Xeno-x5519"><title>OF PING PONG BALL INTERDIMENSIONAL DIPLOMACY - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/</link><description>working on a short novel.  lets see how it plays on Blogit.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/361130" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360564" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360331" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/359467" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/361130"><title>PART IV -- EXCERPTS</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/361130</link><description>REMEMBER -- THIS IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE AUTHOR What the toy store managers hadn't figured on, of course, was the U.S. Government, which can pay ten times more wholesale for such a thing as a ping pong ball than anyone in their right mind reasonably would pay retail. Once the scientists had phoned...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360564"><title>PART III -- EXCERPTS</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360564</link><description>this all is copyright of the author Susie and Tommie, Hank's kids, came running out of the house-- Tommie was the ten year old and Susie, the six year old -- now you could tell they didn't know anything about this invisible thing that was gobbling up ping pong balls. Tommie came out first, hands...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360331"><title>CHAPTER TWO</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/360331</link><description>Now, if you know the situation well enough by now, you know that we got into a regular game of ping pong, with games and sets and everything -- I never paid a whole lot of attention to how ping pong was scored and set up and so forth -- I just went ahead and played good loser to Hank -- he needed...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/359467"><title>CHAPTER ONE</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Xeno-x5519/359467</link><description>OF PING-PONG BALL INTERDIMENSIONAL DIPLOMACY By D. Maxim How innocent things start! In this case, all it took was two ingredients: Hank and that old tree in his back yard. The old tree you could understand, considering all the weird stories that have been told through the years about it. But Hank...</description></item></rdf:RDF>