<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Dye on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dye/</link><description>Recent content in Dye on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dye/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Contraption</title><link>/stories/2016/09/02/the-contraption/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/02/the-contraption/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Think of it as an art installation,&amp;rdquo; explained Jimmy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Frank stood gawking at the warehouse sized contraption in awe; gears, pulleys, ropes, springs, chutes, tubs, barrels, cages, nets, buckets, mops, brushes, and even an old fashioned bellows and a medium sized crane.  Hard to tell what all of it was for but it was definitely for something.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are going to have to explain this to me&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It is basically a full size Rube Goldberg machine that I built to win the bet,&amp;rdquo; said an amused Jimmy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>