<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:20:10.305-07:00</updated><category term='on religion'/><category term='economy'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='mi estupido espouso'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='On relationship'/><category term='Cat Video'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='random thought of the day'/><category term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>My Soapbox</title><subtitle type='html'>Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few. - Despair.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8935358522803843256</id><published>2011-04-08T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:08:10.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Speaker</title><content type='html'>I totally want one of those &lt;a href="http://www.gizmine.com/gzpt/idea+dancing+animal+speakers/loe011.shtml"&gt;lion speaker&lt;/a&gt; in the last episode of The Good Wife, but I'm not too sure about $89.90. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gizmine.com/gzpt/idea+dancing+animal+speakers/loe011.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8935358522803843256?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8935358522803843256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8935358522803843256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8935358522803843256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8935358522803843256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2011/04/lion-speaker.html' title='Lion Speaker'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6515288022074433935</id><published>2011-01-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:03:00.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman, Superman, and Moses</title><content type='html'>Q: What do Spiderman, Superman, and Moses have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A: They were all taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am anti-religious, I went to a Catholic school -- probably contributed to my anti-religism. My point is: I have read a few Bible stories in my days and in my not-so-humble opinion, the Bible is full of ridiculous stories. And I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; referring to the part where Jesus came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there was this story about this man having two sons, and the younger one didn't want to succeed the family business (farming or something to that effect), so he ran off to what he perceived as better opportunities. The older son, however, stuck around. The younger son either couldn't make it or changed his mind and came home. And the father welcomed him and loved him just the same if not more than the first son who stuck around and he got all these perks. Okay, so I paraphrased a little bit. I read that story over 20 years ago, give me a break. But, someone please tell me what is the moral of this story? If I was the older son I'll fill gypped. Was there no reward/ appreciation for him sticking around? Or is that just how family is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also remembered the story of Moses, and I am not talking about the part where he split apart the sea. From what I remembered, he saved his people and brought them out of Eygpt, but the part I remembered the most was: every time they ran into any hardship/set back, the people started griping to Moses. "Why did you take us out?" "Now we are going to die." blah blah blah. Oh. My. God. If I was Moses, I'd just tell these ungrateful bastard to just go back. Holy cow. He might have signed up for the saving mission, but did he sign up to put up with all the complaints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing with Spiderman and Superman, at some point in time, both of them questioned about their super-heroism and people moaned and bitched when they fail to show up. First of all, just because they have the power doesn't mean they are obligated to dedicate every minute of their lives to crime-fighting. Secondly, even if they are, they can only be at one place at any given point (yeah, God forbid, their super power was not powerful enough for them to be omnipotent, kinda like God). Last but not the least, God forbid they needed to keep a day job to actually get a paycheck to pay rent and buy food and not look like a bum to everybody else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of everyone, only Batman doesn't have an excuse. He's independently wealthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6515288022074433935?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6515288022074433935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6515288022074433935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6515288022074433935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6515288022074433935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2011/01/spiderman-superman-and-moses.html' title='Spiderman, Superman, and Moses'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4200717651605044483</id><published>2011-01-07T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:54:36.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>So the mother-in-law and the husband's nephew were over for the holidays. It wasn't too stressful or as bad as the family unions that Hollywood likes to portray, but it certainly did not feel very holiday-ish. I felt that I can use a do-over Christmas. The saving grace is we didn't have to travel anywhere for Thanksgiving or Christmas. 2011 - the year both my grandparents passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people at work have been asking me whether I have made any new year resolution. What? Why? Who are we kidding, by now I'm well aware that I will not be able to stick to any of my own resolution. Hahaha. If anything, I would like to blog on a more regular basis -- like daily -- and I just made my first entry on the 6th....technically the morning of the 7th... speaking of new year's resolution. Last year I made a similar resolution, I think I got to January 15th... or maybe it was 16th... 17th? What a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4200717651605044483?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4200717651605044483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4200717651605044483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4200717651605044483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4200717651605044483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1520005363780450467</id><published>2011-01-06T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:50:09.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01.06.11</title><content type='html'>Today has not been a good day. I couldn't find my cell phone this morning and since I still have my work phone with me, I just left for work. I came home to a message from my doctor's office, they want me to make a follow-up appointment for my physical I had a week ago. Mind you they said if everything's normal, I will most likely not hear from them. So here I am, freaking out about what is wrong and how bad is it. Why do doctor offices have to do that? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1520005363780450467?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1520005363780450467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1520005363780450467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1520005363780450467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1520005363780450467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2011/01/010611.html' title='01.06.11'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4440349244682815708</id><published>2010-12-05T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:41:33.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. -- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that definition, I am crazy. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4440349244682815708?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4440349244682815708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4440349244682815708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4440349244682815708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4440349244682815708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/12/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7042534550968368329</id><published>2010-12-05T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:32:24.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, Jesus Should Call His ISP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TPx1H80twzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-xtwClmDFx0/s1600/jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TPx1H80twzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-xtwClmDFx0/s400/jesus.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photo Credits: &lt;a href="http://bobshouseofvideogames.com/2010/06/05/video-game-lols-ugh-jesus-should-call-his-isp/?from=recMap3"&gt;Bob's House of Video Games &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7042534550968368329?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7042534550968368329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7042534550968368329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7042534550968368329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7042534550968368329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugh-jesus-should-call-his-isp.html' title='Ugh, Jesus Should Call His ISP'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TPx1H80twzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-xtwClmDFx0/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6653448331696062823</id><published>2010-10-31T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:10:20.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things I've Learned...</title><content type='html'>...through my countless trips to Lowe's in order to make our home move-in ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Money can buy you lots of goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Even better when you have bottomless money to buy all the goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6653448331696062823?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6653448331696062823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6653448331696062823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6653448331696062823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6653448331696062823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-things-ive-learned.html' title='Two Things I&apos;ve Learned...'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3004046307517119986</id><published>2010-10-06T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:39:00.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>Reacher and Settler</title><content type='html'>Great wisdom (TV show How I Met Your Mother) once said that there are always a reacher and a settler in any relationship. For those of you who does not watch sitcom either because you don't live in this country or those who lives in this country but are "too cool" for sitcoms, the &lt;i&gt;reacher&lt;/i&gt; refers to the one who reached for the one above their league and the settler settled for the one below their league. Now I won't say that ALL relationships are necessarily based on this model, but certainly one can see the advantages of this model. If there's neither a reacher nor a settler in a relationship, perhaps a relationship between two highly independent individuals is just harder to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a step back and think for a second here how a reacher/settler relationship model will make a relationship stronger? The reacher has already obtained someone above their league, if they know what's good for them, they'll strive to keep this settler instead of "exploring other options." What do the settle get out of it? You may ask. Ah, the answer is quite simple (I am starting to sound like a character under Chuck Norris). First you have to ask, "Why do they settle in the first place?" Answer: they prefer not to be with someone of their own league or above them. They have the need to be adored, hence it befits them to stay in the relationship with the reacher. If you look at it close enough, it's really a symbiotic rather than a parasitic relationship. ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3004046307517119986?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3004046307517119986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3004046307517119986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3004046307517119986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3004046307517119986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/10/reacher-and-settler.html' title='Reacher and Settler'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6657481291048090529</id><published>2010-10-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:39:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom (?)</title><content type='html'>Finally, with my (almost) 40-year-old wisdom (?), I can now look back at all the mistakes I've made and say that should I encounter the 20 something me right now, I will tell her, "Don't even bother with this, this, and that, they will never happen." On the other hand, knowing myself as well as I do, the 20 something me would probably go ahead and make those mistakes anyway. If the not-yet 40 something myself won't listen to the 60 something myself telling me to not do X, Y, and Z. The 20 something me is definitely not going to listen to the 40 something me about not doing A, B, and C. In my own defense, however weak the defense is, our mistakes make us who we are today, right? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6657481291048090529?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6657481291048090529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6657481291048090529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6657481291048090529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6657481291048090529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/10/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom (?)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6070766736976275511</id><published>2010-10-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:57:43.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG The *Bleeping* Autosave Feature</title><content type='html'>I know this has been discussed to death but I must vent my frustration. What's with this autosave in blogger THAT CANNOT BE DISABLED? If it cannot be disabled, why DID they make it autosave every minute? If whatever changes/edits/mistakes I made will saved RIGHT AWAY, it defeat the purpose of having a "save" feature! Now that I am aware of it, just the change of color of the "Save Now" button is a big distraction. When is the update coming? :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6070766736976275511?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6070766736976275511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6070766736976275511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6070766736976275511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6070766736976275511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-omg-bleeping-autosave-feature.html' title='OMG OMG The *Bleeping* Autosave Feature'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6360078040691695423</id><published>2010-10-03T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:32:03.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Forty</title><content type='html'>As a woman who is inching towards 40-year old, I think I am finally qualify to write an essay on how not to freak out when you turn 30/40 (freaking out when you turn 30. Hah!) A few things to keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't try to compare yourself with someone in their 20's. They are in their 20's, you are not. Keep in mind that everybody will eventually turn 40, barring untimely deaths, which nobody counts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't focus on "Oh my God, I am turning 40," instead, focus on your accomplishments so far. Unfortunately, not everyone can be rich and famous -- that would just cause ridiculous inflation -- hopefully you will be able to find some reasons why the first half of your life was not entirely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't tell yourself what you can't do because of your age. Be realistic with limitations, but for the most part, not a whole lot are entirely out of reach. I find a lot of inspiration in the 50+ individuals who go onto Wipeout. It's 40, not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be young in spirit, keep your mind active, keep your body active, pay attention to a healthy life style, and most importantly, keep your sense of humor -- being old doesn't mean you also have to be boring. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6360078040691695423?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6360078040691695423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6360078040691695423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6360078040691695423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6360078040691695423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-forty.html' title='Turning Forty'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8030936398176079424</id><published>2010-09-25T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:49:33.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Back Award :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwks2rPsNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ExrDRQQmCmA/s1600/lady2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwks2rPsNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ExrDRQQmCmA/s320/lady2.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwkytJ-6mI/AAAAAAAAAso/7TU6ky6e0so/s1600/lady1.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwkytJ-6mI/AAAAAAAAAso/7TU6ky6e0so/s320/lady1.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwkytJ-6mI/AAAAAAAAAso/7TU6ky6e0so/s1600/lady1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5476422895269868767?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5476422895269868767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5476422895269868767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5476422895269868767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5476422895269868767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/lady-bug-award.html' title='Lady Bug Award'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJwks2rPsNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ExrDRQQmCmA/s72-c/lady2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7115051890390367152</id><published>2010-09-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:21:16.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Jelly TIme Award :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJrjiEglmoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/68H4ue9pKfY/s1600/peanut1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJrjiEglmoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/68H4ue9pKfY/s320/peanut1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJrjsmO1WQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_1hPAt02bWo/s1600/peanut2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJrjsmO1WQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_1hPAt02bWo/s320/peanut2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7115051890390367152?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7115051890390367152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7115051890390367152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7115051890390367152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7115051890390367152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/peanut-butter-jelly-time-award-d.html' title='Peanut Butter Jelly TIme Award :D'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJrjiEglmoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/68H4ue9pKfY/s72-c/peanut1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1988766896461048318</id><published>2010-09-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:01:12.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapevine Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmNYqzqiNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZWC1obmr0xE/s1600/grapevine1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmNYqzqiNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZWC1obmr0xE/s320/grapevine1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmNfbcilcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/37G9rQOj4ik/s1600/grapevine2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmNfbcilcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/37G9rQOj4ik/s320/grapevine2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1988766896461048318?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1988766896461048318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1988766896461048318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1988766896461048318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1988766896461048318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/grapevine-award.html' title='Grapevine Award'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmNYqzqiNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZWC1obmr0xE/s72-c/grapevine1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-89218676190100876</id><published>2010-09-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:46:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Buddies Award :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmJxa5EZuI/AAAAAAAAArw/ohCPthpb-Yc/s1600/MuddyBuddy1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmJxa5EZuI/AAAAAAAAArw/ohCPthpb-Yc/s320/MuddyBuddy1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmJzpC8fwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/BplA7ZWWTEI/s1600/muddybuddy2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmJzpC8fwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/BplA7ZWWTEI/s320/muddybuddy2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-89218676190100876?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/89218676190100876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=89218676190100876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/89218676190100876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/89218676190100876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/muddy-buddies-award.html' title='Muddy Buddies Award :)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmJxa5EZuI/AAAAAAAAArw/ohCPthpb-Yc/s72-c/MuddyBuddy1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4530672022759142622</id><published>2010-09-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:42:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Frogs</title><content type='html'>So I totally got sucked into this new iPod game. Here's screen capture from the Single Rainbow award. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmIDZ3lMjI/AAAAAAAAArg/JEhmec0tOqM/s1600/rainbow1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmIDZ3lMjI/AAAAAAAAArg/JEhmec0tOqM/s320/rainbow1.PNG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmIv_II6AI/AAAAAAAAAro/avQDtLkFYUY/s1600/rainbow2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmIv_II6AI/AAAAAAAAAro/avQDtLkFYUY/s320/rainbow2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4530672022759142622?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4530672022759142622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4530672022759142622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4530672022759142622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4530672022759142622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/pocket-frogs.html' title='Pocket Frogs'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/TJmIDZ3lMjI/AAAAAAAAArg/JEhmec0tOqM/s72-c/rainbow1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6990441313348982265</id><published>2010-09-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:46:22.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Apps (Specifically Free Games)</title><content type='html'>So my newest hobby is to download (mostly free) games onto my iPod Touch, try them, then removed them. Well, most of them ended up being removed, to make the clutterness manageable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I think the ratings of the games should go:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Uber awesome, a game that I am willing to pay (up to $2.99) for, and don't feel ripped off&lt;br /&gt;2 - Addicting game that I'll play even when I should be doing something else&lt;br /&gt;3 - Okay game that I'll play with if I'm in line or waiting for a friend running late&lt;br /&gt;4 - Ugh, it's okay, but Delete!&lt;br /&gt;5 - A waste of time to just install/uninstall it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6990441313348982265?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6990441313348982265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6990441313348982265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6990441313348982265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6990441313348982265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/ipod-apps-specifically-free-games.html' title='iPod Apps (Specifically Free Games)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5619221438915110066</id><published>2010-09-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:45:00.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WipeOut Wii Game</title><content type='html'>This looks like it has the potential to be interesting. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/WipeOut-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B0039XZGXG?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="WipeOut" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0039XZGXG&amp;amp;tag=guav-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0039XZGXG" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5619221438915110066?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5619221438915110066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5619221438915110066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5619221438915110066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5619221438915110066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/wipeout-wii-game.html' title='WipeOut Wii Game'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6676251427201305858</id><published>2010-09-13T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:30:00.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>By now we are all used to the model of a free video clip after we are forced to watch a short commercial first. Okay, that's not a complaint, I understand that somehow the bandwidths got to get paid, the engineers putting the websites up have to get paid. But if I am on &lt;a href="http://gamespot.com/"&gt;GameSpot.com&lt;/a&gt; watching the video of a product, isn't that in and of itself a commercial? Why is there a commercial in front of another commercial? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6676251427201305858?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6676251427201305858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6676251427201305858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6676251427201305858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6676251427201305858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3944687101311442958</id><published>2010-09-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:25:55.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage, Revisited</title><content type='html'>People think that when they are not cheating on their current partners they are in a monogamy relationship. True monogamy, in the animal kingdom, is defined by mating with one partner for one's entire life. Hard to imagine, isn't it? A few species, mostly birds, are actually monogamous. If their mating partner die before them, they will never mate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I wondered what is the reason to get married -- as many who does not support the institution of marriage would say, "If I am faithful to him/her, does a piece of paper matter?" On the other hand, if a piece of paper does not matter, why DO people get cold feet before marriage, if it changes nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found the answer to my long term quest of the meaning of marriage -- when you are in a monogamous relationship, a lot less thought went into that decision, if it's a conscious decision at all. Is it still a commitment? Sure it's a commitment of sort, a commitment that says you agree to be monogamous on a temporary and indefinitely basis with your current partner. Whereas a marriage is, hopefully at least at the time of the wedding, a commitment, sometimes in front of many friends and family that a conscious decision has been made to spend the rest of one's life with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;partner and, for most, the realization of starting a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3944687101311442958?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3944687101311442958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3944687101311442958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3944687101311442958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3944687101311442958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage-revisited.html' title='Marriage, Revisited'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5545469769402731665</id><published>2010-09-12T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:12:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Commercial: Kidzilla</title><content type='html'>What? No fine print disclaimer on the bottom that this was dramatization and NOT really how they test their cars? And here I thought everything in this country has to come with a disclaimer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/in60bGJEzUk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/in60bGJEzUk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5545469769402731665?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5545469769402731665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5545469769402731665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5545469769402731665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5545469769402731665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/09/nissan-commercial-kidzilla.html' title='Nissan Commercial: Kidzilla'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6757964039190943619</id><published>2010-08-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:50:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine (Cathlolic, no less) likes to warn me about potential bad karma whenever I bad mouth someone behind their back. Why is it so ironic that she is Catholic? Because, correct me if I am wrong, I associate the entire concept of karma more with the Buddhism idea. I suppose the whole stick and carrot (Heaven v. hell) idea is a karma of sort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thinking about her comment -- sure, I'm bad mouthing someone, but how does she know that this is not the person's karma getting back at them, through me? I might just be a middle ring of a chain, instead of the beginning of another ripple of karma. Besides, I'm not that naive to think that everybody I have came across think of me as a princess/goddess, I'm pretty sure for every person I've called names behind their back, one or more people will call me something else behind my back. So long as all these take place behind someone's back, nobody has any pent up anger, nobody's feeling gets hurt, no harm no foul, and life has, again, came a full circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6757964039190943619?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6757964039190943619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6757964039190943619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6757964039190943619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6757964039190943619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/08/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3403980611391480530</id><published>2010-08-22T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:00:01.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid</title><content type='html'>Money is sometimes also referred to as liquid, hence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liquidation &lt;/span&gt;sale before a place go out for business - quick way to get some cash in, or how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liquid &lt;/span&gt;your investment is, etc. Why money is also referred to as liquid, I'm not sure (too lazy to google this one), but ironically, money has other properties that's identical to those of true liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in my science class when they explained the difference between the three states: solid, liquid, and gas. Think of solid as a wooden cube, it will neither change shape nor compress; air, as we all know, is highly compressable, up to a certain point; liquid, however, is the strangest among the three, it's highly malleable, you can pour it into containers of any shape, but it actually won't compress at all, as opposed to contrary belief. Think of water inside a plunger, if the outlet it block, no matter how hard you press, it won't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a very simple concept for all ye American folks who are in debt up to their eyeballs (the one's being laid off due to the poor economy notwithstanding), if you monthly income is $2,000, and your expenses -- rent, food, car insurance, cell phone bill, gas, etc -- adds up to exactly $2,000, no, you do NOT have extra anywhere for even a $4 item. You cannot just squeeze it out of thin air, unless you cut expenses else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a  simple concept that mysterious escape lots. The fact that the concept escapes lots eludes me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3403980611391480530?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3403980611391480530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3403980611391480530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3403980611391480530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3403980611391480530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/08/liquid.html' title='Liquid'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-934814967889452938</id><published>2010-08-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:41:46.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue</title><content type='html'>I have recently acquired the sling box, the device that allow you to watch your TV/DVR from a computer or mobile device. As I like to watch some TV before bed, I have quickly came to the realization that I am plowing through TV shows faster than they make them O.o so I started recording/watching random stuff. Granted, not every shows can be Dexter or Weeds, but if my purpose is just for something to put me to sleep, it's not difficult. However, there's got to be a line for everything. The cue for me to drop a TV show is the heart-to-heart talk between characters. Perhaps that's what I am doing wrong at work, I have never had a heart-to-heart talk with anyone I work with. What's with the let's sit down and spill our heart out with our coworkers at the end of the day? That's worse than your medical drama with the core group of people mix and match sleeping with everybody else. Of the shows that I have watched in the past, first there's Crossing Jordon, then comes Gray's Anatomy, then the latest Rookie Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-to-heart talk = delete from my DVR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-934814967889452938?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/934814967889452938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=934814967889452938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/934814967889452938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/934814967889452938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/08/cue.html' title='Cue'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-123200970624332122</id><published>2010-08-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:59:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The US Economy</title><content type='html'>Today, I've done my fair share in supporting the US economy... (not one, but TWO awesome fish ice trays =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/THAvNhkXZjI/AAAAAAAAArI/cCdoP26d5oI/s1600/fish_ice_tray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/THAvNhkXZjI/AAAAAAAAArI/cCdoP26d5oI/s400/fish_ice_tray2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954253669819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold by HDE on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fish-Bone-Silicone-Cube-Tray/dp/B003YD5DS4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1282420614&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/THAvOH4qc5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ykiyNRHHqTM/s1600/fish_ice_tray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/THAvOH4qc5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ykiyNRHHqTM/s400/fish_ice_tray1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954263955501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold, obviously, by &lt;a href="http://www.sourcingmap.com/tpr-fish-ice-cube-mold-tray-chocolate-candy-maker-green-p-40379.html?utm_source=google&amp;amp;utm_medium=froogle&amp;amp;utm_campaign=usfroogle"&gt;SourcingMap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-123200970624332122?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/123200970624332122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=123200970624332122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/123200970624332122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/123200970624332122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/08/us-economy.html' title='The US Economy'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/THAvNhkXZjI/AAAAAAAAArI/cCdoP26d5oI/s72-c/fish_ice_tray2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3715591318232230432</id><published>2010-07-11T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:33:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Percy Jackson &amp; The Olympians: The Lightning Thief</title><content type='html'>Didn't really bother doing a lot of research on this movie. Is it from a book series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a kid's movie (more like a teenager one), and I wasn't expecting Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings quality, but a few scenes can be done better. Overall, it also exceeded expectation -- I was afraid the dialogs will be overly cheesy, but that wasn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple things though:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The so-called "camp" thing that they stay at is pretty much an orphanage. Their human parents cannot get in there, their god parents aren't allow to see them. These are all abandoned kids!! Man, they'd all (most) have serious issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Why are they training in martial arts with swords and shields?? There are no adults around, and since they cannot go into Olympia, the natural assumption will be they will rejoin the human society when they reach adulthood. Isn't there more important skills to learn than fighting with swords and shields, on their feet? :O Or are they all trained to be private investigators, military personnel (specifically special forces), bouncers, bounty hunters, stunt actors (?), etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003HARV3Y" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Percy-Jackson-Olympians-Lightning-Thief/dp/B003HARV3Y?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Olympians: The Lightning Thief" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B003HARV3Y&amp;amp;tag=guav-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003HARV3Y" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3715591318232230432?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3715591318232230432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3715591318232230432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3715591318232230432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3715591318232230432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-percy-jackson-olympians-lightning.html' title='Movie: Percy Jackson &amp; The Olympians: The Lightning Thief'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3189850089984799879</id><published>2010-07-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:03:22.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie: Leap Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, another one of your romance comedy. Spoiler alert: It's a happy ending!! Bet you didn't see that one coming, huh? This movie exceeded my expectation, got some funny dialog. I particularly like the one regarding her suitcase:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She: "It's a gift from my fiancee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He: "He bought you a suitcase?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She: "It's a Vuitton."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He: " A what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She: "It's a Louis Vuitton."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He: "She named her suitcase.This woman is a crack pot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like romance comedy, this is not a bad choice for a relaxing weekend afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leap-Year-Amy-Adams/dp/B0038N9X3Q?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leap Year" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0038N9X3Q&amp;amp;tag=guav-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0038N9X3Q" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3189850089984799879?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3189850089984799879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3189850089984799879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3189850089984799879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3189850089984799879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-leap-year.html' title='Movie: Leap Year'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3410082680045314470</id><published>2010-06-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:00:00.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>The Simpler Time</title><content type='html'>So I made Hubby watched &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Around-World-Days-Two-Disc-Special/dp/B0001US8F8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Around the World in 80 Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0001US8F8" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; (circa 1956) because he has obviously never heard the story before. T.T While watching the movie, not only was he awed at the awesomeness of movie production back in the 50's he also commented on how he think the "simpler days" (not the 50's, but the age the story was based in - 1800s). I am sorry to say that I do not share his sentiment towards the "good ol' days." I am a strong believer that modern days are better than "good ol' days," and the future will continue to be better. That is up to the point that finally succeeded in making the world uninhabitable and wiping out our own species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Around-World-Days-Two-Disc-Special/dp/B0001US8F8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Around the World in 80 Days (Two-Disc Special Edition)" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0001US8F8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0001US8F8" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older days make me think of oppression. And I don't just mean for females and/or colored people. I mean for anyone other than those born to wealth. And even females born of wealth might not be able to fully exercise her free will. I feel that in modern days, at least in US, one can truly say that one can rise above one's birth through hard work. Sure, it certainly helps to be born with a silver spoon, but at least through hard work it's not impossible to become wealth, or at least attain a certain level of comfortableness. I don't think any of the now billionaires dot-comers started out as Rockefellers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on technological/medical advancement. Really? Do you want to choose between dying from appendectomy or having a surgery without anesthesia? Have you ever needed a cavity filled/wisdom tooth pulled? Okay, I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said to not burst his bubbles.... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3410082680045314470?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3410082680045314470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3410082680045314470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3410082680045314470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3410082680045314470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/06/simpler-time.html' title='The Simpler Time'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2707224768867753341</id><published>2010-06-20T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:54:43.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On relationship'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Many people like to ask this question: why get married? Do I need a piece of paper to prove my love? The answer? No. A piece of paper, of course, will not show your love, as evidence by many people who get married for all sorts of (wrong) reasons. However, I do believe there are differences between getting married or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly there are unwedded relationships that are stronger than a marriage. Certainly some people truly hate the convention that you must get married to be "official." But those are the exception to the rules. And since I am not a believer of pre-marital/post-marital sex, that has nothing to do with this discussion either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, there are two major differences between marriage and "in a relationship." Seriously, if marriage is just a continuation of dating/cohabiting with an additional, official piece of paper, why would people get cold feet? Hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference #1: Getting married is a ceremony to attest your love, and more importantly, to make the announcement that you are making a commitment to this individual, that you have chosen him/her to be your life partner in front of your friends and families. To put it in simple terms, it's a lot more complicated to get out of that relationship than dividing up the DVDs tomorrow and just move out when things go south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference #2: So long as you didn't officially make the commitment, the deal is not sealed, you can always back out of it. If you have been screwed over before, you will know there is very much a difference between a verbal contract versus a written one. And for most individuals with some sense of moral, they will at least think twice before making a promise. In a steady relationship, faithfulness is merely implied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference #3: Dating is like testing the water, shopping for a product -- you can always change your mind, up to the point of making the decision/commitment. He/she does something that severely annoy/disappoint/embarrass you, you can always withdraw from the relationship. Whilst you are in a marriage, for better or for worse, you will first try your darnest to resolve the issue before calling it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, getting married is like the last call. Many people get comfortable in a mediocre relationship because they are lazy, lack of time, lack of energy, or generally being a coward and things just drag on. They don't really believe they are with their life partner, but they will continue to waste the other person (and their own) time. Getting married, in this case, is like the last call, "Buddy, shit or get off the pot!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2707224768867753341?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2707224768867753341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2707224768867753341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2707224768867753341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2707224768867753341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/06/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1542668292592992881</id><published>2010-05-01T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:35:17.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>Trust With My Life</title><content type='html'>As with everyone else, I have worked with my fair share of assholes and morons. Luckily for most of us, with the exception of the military, I do not need to trust these assholes and morons with my life. I only need to maintain a "professional" relationship with them so chit can get done and we all collect our paychecks at the end of the month, or bi-weekly, or weekly, or cash at the end of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know this one guy, who was in his early twenties, who would always want to be the driver whenever we go somewhere, because he didn't trust anyone with his life. He also insisted on sitting at the seat with his back against the wall whenever we went to a restaurant. No, he was not an immigrant from a war-torn country. Not as far as I know. Born and raised in US to the best of my knowledge. Well, perhaps he was from a bad neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I just thought he was a little strange, after all, his liking to drive and restaurant seating arrangement did not bother me that much. As I get older, I am starting to see his theory. Well, no, I don't think anyone will want to try to take me out in a restaurant, but I definitely would rather drive myself if I don't trust a person's driving -- same criteria insurance companies use -- single males in their early twenties. As much as I love you, guys, you just cannot gamble with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1542668292592992881?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1542668292592992881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1542668292592992881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1542668292592992881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1542668292592992881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/05/trust-with-my-life.html' title='Trust With My Life'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4670791811532985916</id><published>2010-05-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:45:10.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>Neutral</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time when I was young, innocent, and naive, I used to assume that everyone I met is a nice person, until proven otherwise. After way too many disappointments, I learned to withhold my judgment until the person has done something to convince me one way or another. Every new person I met starts with a neutral score of zero. Zero not as in on a scale from 0 to 10 and 10 being the highest, zero as in the point of origin (0,0) on a graph. I neither like nor dislike a person until he or she has convinced me of one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious fanatics - automatic 40 points deduction on their IQ chart. If I work with you, that's highly unprofessional, I do not need to know your religious viewpoint. If I do not work with you, our conversation ends right here, and hopefully I will never have to talk to you again. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4670791811532985916?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4670791811532985916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4670791811532985916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4670791811532985916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4670791811532985916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/05/neutral.html' title='Neutral'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7897949445311413156</id><published>2010-04-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:53:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>Another good lesson to learn is not to tie your ego to irrelevant things. A project is a project, it can be your baby, but its not an extension of your ego. Never seen a case where people view irrelevant subjects as their egos ending well. Things get personal, you are not able to remain objective, drama ensues. Never ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7897949445311413156?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7897949445311413156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7897949445311413156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7897949445311413156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7897949445311413156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2827060369885916407</id><published>2010-04-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:07:46.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>Two things I've learned at my current job:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) If someone really does not want to do something, you cannot twist his arm to make him do it. I'm not a big burly man, nor is it my job to twist anyone's arm (last I checked I am not a bouncer at a club);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) If someone really insist on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;something, there is nothing you can say or do to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is to "strongly recommended" or "strongly advise against" someone doing something. Beyond that, everybody is an adult and must live with the consequences of one's own actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2827060369885916407?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2827060369885916407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2827060369885916407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2827060369885916407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2827060369885916407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6646208652426941251</id><published>2010-04-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:58:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiners</title><content type='html'>Without delving into too much details, I hate whiners. I absolutely hate people who not only take my effort for granted, but would also offer their highly unsolicited suggestions of "can we _______?" or "why can't we _________?" If you are not going to volunteer your service, STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be used to dealing with some ridiculously accommodating or passive-aggressive individuals but if you think I am one of them, I am afraid you are gravely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under two situations will I tolerate whiners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) you are a paying customer, because $ talks;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I am paid and it's part of my job to listen to your pathetic whining, also because $ talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When neither one of those applies, next time you tell me "I want ________" in your little whiny noice expect to get one or more of the following responses:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, that's nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And that means &lt;/span&gt;what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And that concerns me &lt;/span&gt;how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me try to find that rat's ass I care to give."&lt;/span&gt; (From &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0925266/"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/a&gt;, said by Elliott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite line that I have recently learned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We all want many things in life, it builds character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6646208652426941251?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6646208652426941251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6646208652426941251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6646208652426941251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6646208652426941251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/whiners.html' title='Whiners'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7755080517956566782</id><published>2010-04-18T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:00:15.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Chicken</title><content type='html'>In American English, "playing chicken" is this "game" when two cars drive at high speed straight towards each other and see who will turn away first. Obviously the psychopath with the death wish will always be the winner. I do, however, like to play chicken with fancy cars like Mercedes and BMWs on highway merges. Allow me to explain how merges work, evidently the simple concept of one car at a time depending who's further ahead eludes many people. Particularly people in fancy cars, they LOOOOVE to try to PASS you from behind during a merge. Ugh, excuse me. Anyway you look at it my car is in front of yours. Really, let me ask you this, do you seriously want to play chicken with a 10+ year old Dodge Neon? I sure as hell ain't gonna be the one who steer away first. Even if it's a no fault incident and we are each responsible for our own repair cost, I still come out ahead in $ amount. Muhahahaha. You want to play chicken at a merge, drive a crappy car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7755080517956566782?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7755080517956566782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7755080517956566782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7755080517956566782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7755080517956566782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/playing-chicken.html' title='Playing Chicken'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5678440227108728621</id><published>2010-04-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:44:35.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought of the day'/><title type='text'>Persistency</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am not going to lie. I am not a persistent person nor do I have a lot of stamina. I give up quite easily. Recently someone had told me that she believes that one can achieve whatever one sets up to do, as long as he/she wants it enough. Not to say that being persistent is not a good trait, but I certainly hope that only applies to certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when a man (or a woman) are too persistent about an object of affection despite their lack of interest, that's a stalker in the works. Okay, that maybe an extreme example. Some goals simply cannot be achieved with hard work and determination, e.g. becoming the next James Cameron. It takes hard work, luck, AND talent, and no amount of hard work can compensate for a lack of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one simply needs to know when to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5678440227108728621?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5678440227108728621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5678440227108728621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5678440227108728621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5678440227108728621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/persistency.html' title='Persistency'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3033813476522119566</id><published>2010-04-15T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:26:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Advocate</title><content type='html'>Took me a while to learn what the term meant. Which is odd considering that I played the devil's advocate A LOT. Just a note that what I said does not necessarily reflects what I believe. I just like to make sure I have considered all perspectives of an event is all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3033813476522119566?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3033813476522119566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3033813476522119566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3033813476522119566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3033813476522119566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/devils-advocate.html' title='Devil&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6923709105708953019</id><published>2010-04-11T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:39:04.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>Freecells</title><content type='html'>If you don't know what Freecell, the solitaire card game is, here's more than you will ever need to know at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freecell"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago I got into a discussion with the Hubby who claimed that he had heard from various sources that ALL freecell games are solvable. Here's another thing you need to learn about men:- they will believe in all external sources except their wives! (Okay, to be fair to him, only on certain subjects and occasionally.) I had my doubts but was too lazy to look it up online until today. Evidently, a few are universally (and I use that term loosely) agreed to be unsolvable. For the fun of it, I'll post them on my random blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one Robert McMillan, there are 8 unsolvable games in the Window FreeCell game, and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games Nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11,982&lt;br /&gt;146,692&lt;br /&gt;186,216&lt;br /&gt;455,889&lt;br /&gt;495,505&lt;br /&gt;512,118&lt;br /&gt;517,776&lt;br /&gt;781,948&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freecell"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Game_11982"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game 11982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Microsoft FreeCell became very popular during the 1990s it was  not clear which of the 32,000 deals in the program were solvable. To  clarify the situation, Dave Ring started The Internet FreeCell Project  and took on the challenge of trying to solve all the deals using human  solvers. Ring assigned 100 consecutive games chunks across volunteering  human solvers and collected the games that they reported to be  unsolvable, and assigned them to other people. This project used the  power of crowdsourcing to quickly converge on the answer. The project  was finished in October 1995, and only one game defied every human  player's attempt: #11,982. Although this deal has defied every attempt  to solve it, even by several exhaustive-search software solvers, no  definitive proof has yet been offered that it is, in fact, unsolvable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several more presumably unsolvable instances were also discovered  when Windows XP updated Freecell to 1,000,000 game instances, but 11,982  is still the most infamous of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11,982 is inherently difficult due to the large number of aces and  other small cards high in the stack, as well as the high cards being  relatively evenly distributed among the stacks, requiring one to use  many of the cells to get to any useful cards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Game 11,982 in Kpatience is identical to the one on Windows.&lt;/p&gt;Awwwww man, how did I miss being one of the human solvers for this project? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6923709105708953019?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6923709105708953019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6923709105708953019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6923709105708953019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6923709105708953019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/04/freecells.html' title='Freecells'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5319817203987650196</id><published>2010-03-19T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:54:14.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>The Wisdom of The 70s Show</title><content type='html'>Red's wife in 70s show told her husband once, "When a woman come into the store (he sells home applicances), all she knows is what color she wants (as opposed to the actual features of the item)." She couldn't be more right. :D Specifically when I went to look for a hubby, all I know is he will be White. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbies aside (polyandry?), that rule of thumb still applies, the cuteness of item matters to me. Features are important too... but cuteness plays a very big role. So as it turns out, Fry's and even Blockbuster sell these uber cheap headphones, and they are, you guessed it, CUTE. Did I mention uber cheap? So I had to buy them. I bought a $4.99 pair from Blockbuster. Surprisingly, it works! I know, I had my doubts. It stopped working after about a week or two. At first I assumed it's the integrity of the product, but lucky for the company Hubby came clean that it was him who broke it. No, I did not get upset. Quite the contrary, I was very excited that now I had the perfect reason to go try a different pair (cuz there are just SO many cute headphones out there)! I found the absolutely cheapest one possible -- the low, low price of $3.99! Still pink! Still pretty! Interestingly enough, it still works... depending on which way you twists it. For the most part it serves its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: $4.99 is the cheapest one can go for headphones, at least in the US of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a couple more pretty pairs at Fry's... just waiting for the perfect excuse to present itself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5319817203987650196?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5319817203987650196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5319817203987650196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5319817203987650196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5319817203987650196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/03/wisdom-of-70s-show.html' title='The Wisdom of The 70s Show'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4910240952226853883</id><published>2010-03-18T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:57:32.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I tried porting my blog entries into my Facebook account and came to the conclusion that none of my "real friends" give a rat's ass about what I have to say. LOL. So I guess I will continue to blog here and present my great wisdom to a broader audiences (mostly strangers). My blog will prevail...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4910240952226853883?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4910240952226853883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4910240952226853883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4910240952226853883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4910240952226853883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3868874340244587540</id><published>2010-03-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:01:47.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>If you are a straight female in a long term committed relationship with a heterosexual male (I can't speak for homosexual males) or a single female who will one day enter into a long-term relationship with one, there are two things you need to learn about men:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Occasionally, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;, mark my words, commit entirely bizarre and unexplainable acts. I can't think of an example off the top of my head, but when I do, I will be sure to return to this entry and add it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) When you ask in utter horrid what they were thinking, they will tell you matter-of-factly, "I wasn't thinking." Believe me, ladies, and this will save you lots of anguish going forward. Men are not like women, when they admitted to not thinking, take it literally. Unlike us, their brains are capable of disengaging, sometimes it truly was not thinking, so don't waste your time trying to figure out what they meant by not thinking. It meant exactly that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3868874340244587540?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3868874340244587540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3868874340244587540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3868874340244587540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3868874340244587540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/03/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5360939158888747462</id><published>2010-02-20T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:53:30.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affordable?</title><content type='html'>I did not know that the word "affordable" and a price tag of $1170 can go into the same sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S3-i37GMAGI/AAAAAAAAAq8/14DhdIRGMwg/s1600-h/portable_scoreboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S3-i37GMAGI/AAAAAAAAAq8/14DhdIRGMwg/s400/portable_scoreboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440245956526997602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.scoretronics.com/baseball_scoreboard.htm"&gt;Scoretronics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5360939158888747462?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5360939158888747462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5360939158888747462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5360939158888747462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5360939158888747462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/02/affordable.html' title='Affordable?'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S3-i37GMAGI/AAAAAAAAAq8/14DhdIRGMwg/s72-c/portable_scoreboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-121532887702770465</id><published>2010-02-16T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:43:32.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older People</title><content type='html'>Is there age discrimination in employment? Of course, some companies are more blatant than others. If you you truly believes age discrimination doesn't exist, I worry for you. Instead of talking about how WRONG that is -- I'm sure there are already hundreds of thousands of website on the WWW beaten that horse to death -- let's look at some possible reasons of why some companies prefer hiring younger employees. And before I go on, let me clarify that by "older people" here I mean non Gen Y, and yes, I fall into my own "older people" category, so I am really not here to justify companies' actions. Instead, I am just discussing about some of my observations about "older people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age of the interviewer/hiring manager notwithstanding, what are some advantages for companies to hire younger people? Well, let me tell you about how "older people" behave, from personal experience and observation. Older people tend to be more set in their ways. We see a younger person doing things differently, our immediate reaction -- whether we express it explicitly or not -- are to find faults with the new way of doing things. I admit it, I have those thoughts. It's like a classic Asian mother-in-law/daughter-in-law mentality. Allow me to elaborate, Asian men tend to have a more unusual bond with their mothers, which makes it very difficult for the mother to accept the wife -- the woman who steals the son from her. In the good old days, the son doesn't move out when he gets married, the wife moves into the husband's family when they get married, thus begin the war between the mother/daughter-in-law, usually ends up the daughter-in-law being tortured, psychologically and/or physically. So years after that, when the daughter-in-law had her own son and became a mother-in-law herself, it's her turn to torture the other woman, so on and so forth, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just what does that have to do with our current subject. Ah, just let me get there. When  started working, technology wasn't as advanced as they are today, so we had to do many things the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; way. We used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fax&lt;/span&gt; instead of email. Long distance calls were a big deal. I worked with this lady before who would, literally, yell at you if you dare dial the fax number first before you put down the piece of paper, presumably because that's the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had always done it because the first generation fax machines required that the piece of document be put down first. It was kind of sad that her only accomplishment in life was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; way of using the fax machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the last two might not be the best examples, but my point is that because we had to do things the hard way, we find it difficult to let the new blood who just enter the work force to "get away with it," and that could easily let to a less friendly and productive environment, and many good suggestions by the younger generation can be overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting observation is, this is San Jose, heart of the Silicon Valley. You want to work for a company with great benefit you aim for a tech firm. However, I've came to realize that some people from the older generation resist to update their knowledge of technology. Again, I was guilty of that myself. It took me the longest time before I set up a Twitter and Facebook account to see what they are all about. I will admit that to date I am not a big fan of oversharing, but the point is, it only takes a few minutes to sit down, create an account, mess around and see what the hype is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, if you are the owner of Facebook, would you hire someone who doesn't even have a Facebook account and has no idea what it is, regardless of whether you are applying for a position on the development team or direct sales. Is it really so horrible that employers prefer to hire employees that at least have certain knowledge of the company if not totally passionate over it? You can learn about a product without 100% embracing it. I still don't get the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; of Facebook, I guess you will have to be Gen Y to understand why would want to share your every movement with your friends/families on a regular basis, or worse, the cryptic messages of "______ is sad/angry/happy" without providing a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the employment aspect of it, technology, especially when it is advancing in leaps and bounds nowadays, infiltrates every aspect of our lives. It is really to own benefit to make sure we don't fall too far behind of what's the latest and greatest out there. You don't have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; a smart phone, but it'd be nice for you to know that web-enabled phones are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; popular now. In the good old days maybe it didn't matter as much, but things didn't use to change at the same pace as they are today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; if you keep up with the news, you'd know that the average retirement age is now 67, so even if you are 50 years old now, you could easily still have another 17 years to go. It might not be a pleasant thought, but it is, unfortunately, the cold, hard truth. So do yourself and everyone a favor, if you have seen/heard of Twitter/Facebook/social networking and have NO idea what the hell it is, sit down, create an account and start catching up with the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-121532887702770465?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/121532887702770465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=121532887702770465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/121532887702770465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/121532887702770465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/02/older-people.html' title='Older People'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6357180727573852361</id><published>2010-01-27T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:15:05.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Today I said something I should be ashamed about as an Asian. You know that stereotype of driven, hard-working Asian? Okay, if you work for a decently sized company, you'd know about the evaluation two times a year - mid-year and year-end (or beginning of the year, depending on your perspective.) So beginning of the year, you set these "goals" of what you want to accomplish during the year, middle of the year you'll be evaluated to see if you are still on track, and end of the year you will be evaluated yet again and that will determine what size of a raise you get. You get the idea. But you know, some positions just simply don't have a path, so making up these "goals" every year is becoming quite a hassle. I knew I shouldn't but finally I had to ask my adviser, "So what if I say I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; happy where I am and don't go anywhere else (moving up)?" You know how there are things that you kind of know you are not suppose to say? Yeah, this is one of them, but I just have very bad self-control, so I asked. :P I fully expected a canned answer, "No, you should not say that, you should aim for something higher, etc., etc.," you get the idea, but NO! To my surprise, my adviser said, "That's great that you are happy!" LOL. I guess it's a lot less paper work for everyone involved. :P Next time I'll just say that when I don't feel like wasting my time on the evaluation. Goal: "Get my job done right." Aspiration: "Get my job done right." =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6357180727573852361?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6357180727573852361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6357180727573852361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6357180727573852361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6357180727573852361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8084752973201732233</id><published>2010-01-25T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:19:06.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on religion'/><title type='text'>Entropy</title><content type='html'>So I had this following conversation with a fanatic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanatic (after realized that I'm an agnostic): "What day do you celebrate evil's birthday?" [Dangerous statement that implies, well, stated that anyone not belonging to his religion denomination = evil-worshipper. At least I can follow the logic behind his intended insult instead of him just calling me a "fag" or "blonde."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: "I do not believe there is a God so naturally I do not believer there's an evil either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanatic: "So you are saying that the planet just appeared out of nowhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: "Ultimately it's the same question. If you can believe that God was just there at the beginning, why not a planet? But that's not what I am saying, I am saying that I do not know and that it's not comprehensible with our current knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation, as expected, took a dive and the logic which incredibly lasted as long as it did started to fall apart and I decided to extract myself from that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was trying to say was, that conversation really made me realize that I cannot state that I believe in the big bang theory, or that the beginning of life as we know it can be entirely explained by our current knowledge of science. I should elaborate more, I do not have the knowledge in physics to actually understand big bang theory, from a very simplistic point of view I do not understand how and why everything and anything exist, regardless of whether it's God, the universe, or a planet, or a tree, or an ant, you get the idea. I believe in the process of evolution because we have hard evidence of it. Unless you are hardcore fanatics who believe that fossil records are planted by God to test our faith (What is the point of that? Is he insecure or just cruel or seriously need a live after he created Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden?), you will have to believe in evolution, but the whole brown soup beginning of life? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce this very basic concept of entropy in physics. Entropy = randomness. To give an example that even a little kid can understand, entropy aka randomness always increases. Imagine a stack of paper in the middle of a room. You put a fan in there, paper will get all over the room. Life being created by chance = same probability this stack of paper will coincidentally arrange itself back into a neatly stacked pile of paper, in it's original order. I am not even going to honey coat it by saying that it's plausible but not possible. I am going to unscientifically say that the chance of that is none. So saying that earth was a big conglomerate of substances and with added energy from thunder these elements just by chance arrange themselves and form the first live.... I can't buy it. I can't buy it more than I can buy that there is God. Every time I say I find it harder to convince myself. If I believe that the Bible is like a Disney watered down version of how things should be, then the whole brown soup theory is about equally as Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never said this before, it's not that I don't want to believe. Risking sounding like Fox Mulder, I want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, very much so. I just can't. I went to a Catholic kindergarten, primary, and secondary school. The viewpoint they teach was very simple: good people go to Heaven, bad people go to Hell. And quite frankly, most of us go through life without killing another person, so there really aren't that many bad people walking the earth. And, knowing what we know, that most serial killer are mentally ill and most of them abused as a child, can you really hold them accountable for their actions? For all eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only Mormon friend S has a very simplistic viewpoint of religion/life. Well, very similar to my Catholic background one. She believes that Heaven is easy to get into and most people, regardless of whether they are religious or not, will be able to enter Heaven. How I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; that is true. But the truth has nothing to do with what I wish for. I believe that the truth is absolute, regardless of what we want it to be, but being an agnostic, even that is questionable. Perhaps it will differ depending of what we believe... but the only fairness is life is perhaps none of us will know for certain (other than those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;they know for certain) until we've "crossed over," whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I will continue to subscribe to the theory that, "If it's too good to be true, it probably isn't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8084752973201732233?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8084752973201732233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8084752973201732233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8084752973201732233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8084752973201732233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/entrophy.html' title='Entropy'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6211567702145626722</id><published>2010-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:30:00.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Final Destination 4</title><content type='html'>Not bad for a part 4. I will definitely watch Part 5, if there will ever be one! :) (And blu-ray at $19.99, it's a steal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001GCUO52?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001GCUO52"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1UnZsbojDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WTl60W5kA48/s400/DVD_final_destination4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001GCUO52" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6211567702145626722?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6211567702145626722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6211567702145626722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6211567702145626722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6211567702145626722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-final-destination-4.html' title='Movie Review: Final Destination 4'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1UnZsbojDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WTl60W5kA48/s72-c/DVD_final_destination4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7912273256258886029</id><published>2010-01-19T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:33:14.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Terminator Salvation (Is it possible to spoil this?)</title><content type='html'>I think I am only going to give it a 3 out of 5 on this one. Granted, it is already part IV, we should just be happy that it doesn't suck badly, right? Some of the computer scenes could be done better. And by computer scenes, I mean computer scenes literally, as in when the characters were using the computer in the movie. Not cgi. With $200 million budget, you would think they could at least spend a bit more time to make it looks less cliche, but nowadays seems every actors/actresses get paid in the millions, so maybe $200 million is not that much after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001FB55I0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001FB55I0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1S12NgmqAI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jmNkMOUzwvI/s400/DVD_T4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001FB55I0" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some research on the budget and gross income of the four terminator movies, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1UmTRjep1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/IZouBBgxtvI/s1600-h/terminator_stats.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1UmTRjep1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/IZouBBgxtvI/s400/terminator_stats.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428287038436583250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref: &lt;a href="http://wikipedia.com/"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7912273256258886029?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7912273256258886029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7912273256258886029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7912273256258886029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7912273256258886029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-terminator-salvation-is-it.html' title='Movie Review: Terminator Salvation (Is it possible to spoil this?)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1S12NgmqAI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jmNkMOUzwvI/s72-c/DVD_T4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4052279264090019387</id><published>2010-01-18T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:23:25.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li</title><content type='html'>Not a bad movie either, but as I always say you need to adjust your expectation according to the type of movies you are watching. Needless to say you will be disappointed going in there expecting this is going to be the next Hollywood blockbuster. Well, it's not, but it has hot chicks and fighting scenes. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00260HH30?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00260HH30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1S0xBldgjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZtPvy0QwlDM/s400/DVD_streetfighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00260HH30" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4052279264090019387?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4052279264090019387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4052279264090019387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4052279264090019387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4052279264090019387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-street-fighter-legend-of.html' title='Movie Review: Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1S0xBldgjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZtPvy0QwlDM/s72-c/DVD_streetfighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6649040758051184453</id><published>2010-01-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:10:06.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (Possible Spoiler)</title><content type='html'>Wow, this movie absolutely exceeded my expectation. I only picked it up because the title sounded funny, I barely remembered the trailer. So I sat there and the movie started, right. I thought, "Oh, great, it's another one of those -- struggling genius scientist, he invents, he fails, he invents, he failt, story drums up to this big climax and he experiences epic failure, the he finally succeeds in the grand finale." I was genuinely surprised when his invention worked from the beginning!! Thank GOD we could skip all the aggravation knowing the whole time that he WILL succeed in the end. The movie went a complete different direction and the incredible attention to details were amazing. Right down to the big banana knocking down the Columbia Picture woman statue at the beginning of the DVD. This is a must see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002WJI2QQ?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002WJI2QQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1Su23s4etI/AAAAAAAAAqU/S0yxLcU1RF8/s400/DVD_meatball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002WJI2QQ" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6649040758051184453?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6649040758051184453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6649040758051184453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6649040758051184453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6649040758051184453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-cloudy-with-chance-of.html' title='Movie Review: Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (Possible Spoiler)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1Su23s4etI/AAAAAAAAAqU/S0yxLcU1RF8/s72-c/DVD_meatball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1006117818343182371</id><published>2010-01-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:17:06.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Rambling'/><title type='text'>The Making of a Fanatic</title><content type='html'>Step 1: Identify a cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Convince self that cause is bigger than anything else in life, and sometimes life itself (be it themselves or others, especially others.) Irony is when pro-life peeps bomb abortion clinics or murder abortion doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Go far and wide and preach the said cause and make that your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: All malicious, violent acts stemming from the said cause are now justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is, having a cause should give one purpose not introduce anger, or are the bitter ones with lots of anger more inclined to becoming a fanatic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1006117818343182371?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1006117818343182371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1006117818343182371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1006117818343182371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1006117818343182371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-of-fanatic.html' title='The Making of a Fanatic'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8284549388039664119</id><published>2010-01-15T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:09:16.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox</title><content type='html'>Chicken pox is one of those disease that if you get it in your childhood, it's just a minor discomfort, and you are immune to it for the rest of your life; on the other hand, if you get it in your adulthood, the result can be much more serious, for example, infertility in women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many issues in life are like chicken pox. If you have to make the mistake once to learn the lesson and never repeat that error again, it's better to make that mistake when you are young and your actions bear no serious consequences. The price to pay for the same mistake will be much higher when made in your adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8284549388039664119?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8284549388039664119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8284549388039664119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8284549388039664119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8284549388039664119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken Pox'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4935905511858048792</id><published>2010-01-14T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:51:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream House</title><content type='html'>After all the house hunting, this is what I want in my dream house. I've made an illustrataion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1AeiCV5i8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/OVoxJdO6j7s/s1600-h/dream_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1AeiCV5i8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/OVoxJdO6j7s/s400/dream_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426871121074555842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4935905511858048792?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4935905511858048792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4935905511858048792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4935905511858048792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4935905511858048792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-house.html' title='Dream House'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S1AeiCV5i8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/OVoxJdO6j7s/s72-c/dream_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3692126683296405935</id><published>2010-01-07T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:07:28.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy Laws Site - Murphy Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-laws.html"&gt;Murphy Laws Site - Murphy Laws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3692126683296405935?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-laws.html' title='Murphy Laws Site - Murphy Laws'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3692126683296405935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3692126683296405935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3692126683296405935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3692126683296405935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/murphy-laws-site-murphy-laws.html' title='Murphy Laws Site - Murphy Laws'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4960932561262109723</id><published>2010-01-04T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:08:00.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Paranormal Activity (Spoiler Alert)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002VKE1K2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002VKE1K2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S0GGAJJgssI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EnoN3Rrj9LM/s400/paranormal_activity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002VKE1K2" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, my friend raved about this so I had to see it, risking not being able to sleep for a few nights, but it was definitely not as scary as I had expected. Of all the random movies out there ("Stuck," "Open Waters," to name a few), this is one of those movies that should be labeled as "based on a true story," however loosely. I went into the movie thinking that it's "based on a true story," and it had some scary scenes. Once my husband told me that it was entirely fictional, it took out the suspension of disbelief and the rest are just okay. Also, once it's established that this is fictional, it seemed there are room for improvement, specifically:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) A better escalation. I would like to see the severity of it increase gradually. Or maybe I just prefer the Asian type of scariness -- intangibility. The door moving on its own was scary, but footprints and opened roof access etc. implied a physical body, took the joy out of it (at least for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I really liked how the guy tried to systematically figured what was going on. The sprinkling of powder on the ground was ingenious, that definitely should have been the way it went. More systematic methods by the guy, internet research, and other paranormal fans/experts coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ending just seemed abrupt, both the theatrical and original one, but I guess there's really only one way it can end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4960932561262109723?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4960932561262109723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4960932561262109723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4960932561262109723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4960932561262109723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review-paranormal-activity.html' title='Movie Review: Paranormal Activity (Spoiler Alert)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/S0GGAJJgssI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EnoN3Rrj9LM/s72-c/paranormal_activity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2160770470238681452</id><published>2010-01-03T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:51:00.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Do you think $1 million is a lot of money? I bet you do, because it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds &lt;/span&gt;like a lot of money. That's why many game shows and reality TV shows set that to be the prize money. (Or should I say it's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a lot of money precisely for that reason?) $1 million might sound like a lot of money, or any amount using that as a unit thereof, e.g. "half a million ($500,000)," or "quarter of a million ($250,000)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you this: $1 million is NOT a lot of money, especially in the bay area. No, just because I say that doesn't mean I have a few millions lying around in the bank, so don't bother finding out who I am , where I live and try to rob me or kidnap my cats (catnap?). So why do I say that? Depression from house hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what $250,000 (a quarter of a million) can get you in the bay area? Nothing. And I do mean nothing. Not even a shed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; backyard. What about $500K, you may ask. Now we are talking. Perhaps, perhaps a condo in a semi-decent (I do mean semi-decent) area, or a house in a questionable area. What is "questionable" area, you may ask. Well, bad neighborhood, brand new house next to the landfill, or across the street from the ghetto. Seriously, we have seen this road (a regular residential road, not even an expressway) dividing brand new houses from very bad neighborhood. Um, the bad elements &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;cross the street, you know? And, of course, houses/condos build on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CA's&lt;/span&gt; famous naturally occurring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abestos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what does a decent house in a decent neighborhood cost? You may ask. Think $1000 per square feet. So unless you have $1 mil or $2 mil to spare, don't even bother. But you said $1 mil is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a lot of money? $1 mil might be the price tag of a (1,000 sf) house, but let's not forget closing cost, property tax, and HOA. All in all, it's very depressing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2160770470238681452?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2160770470238681452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2160770470238681452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2160770470238681452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2160770470238681452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-801810930850165774</id><published>2010-01-02T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:08:00.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>So I take this annual trip to China, and I hate it. No offense to China, the time actually there wasn't too horrible, it's more getting there that I hate from the bottom of my heart. Regardless, I am not a big traveling person. Just... not my thing. So I had this conversation with a different friend (yeah, some friends I got, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be happy if I never leave this continent again for the rest of my life," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"You are boring," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so good about traveling?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"To learn different cultures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, lady, going to Europe or whatever destination you have for two weeks (hitting a few different locations) and going from touristy spot to touristy spot has nothing to do with learning the culture. In fact, you learned nothing about their culture. In your two weeks of travel, you probably seen more tourists than natives. Unless you are a mormon on a mission and live in a foreign place for two years and learn their language and eat their local cuisine, you can't tell me it's about the culture. It's more like following the tourist guide and hitting all the spots and taking pictures and bringing back souvenirs. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-801810930850165774?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/801810930850165774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=801810930850165774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/801810930850165774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/801810930850165774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8835013762796910485</id><published>2010-01-01T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:02:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Evidently the type of movies I feel like watching varies with the time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM :- almost never able to summon up enough attention span to start any movies&lt;br /&gt;Mid Day:- Best time for block busters, the type that requires some concentration to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Evening:- B-line movies, the type that you can multitask (chat online, surf the web, etc.) and still be able to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8835013762796910485?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8835013762796910485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8835013762796910485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8835013762796910485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8835013762796910485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3124179682707498566</id><published>2009-12-31T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:49:00.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies: The Proposal</title><content type='html'>This is exactly what I meant by absolutely no way either one of them will find each other attractive. She was a b*tch through and through, and he suddenly decided that he will be nice and play along. Ugh, I fail to see how they can fall enough... or even so much as to be fond of each other. But it does have Sandra Bullock, so you know it's a must see. =D After all, who watches a romance comedy for it's storyline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002K0WBXW?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=guav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B002K0WBXW"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMd3RDWgdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8XB0kcBzRh4/s400/proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3124179682707498566?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3124179682707498566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3124179682707498566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3124179682707498566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3124179682707498566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/movies-proposal.html' title='Movies: The Proposal'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMd3RDWgdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8XB0kcBzRh4/s72-c/proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2878507777601101116</id><published>2009-12-30T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:35:00.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies: The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>Totally exceeded expectation, let me tell you. I thought it was just another one of your cookie cutter romance comedy in which you just knew the two person who met at the beginning, regardless of the differences in their believes or personalities, will undoubtedly become a couple at the end. Okay, so they did become a couple at the end (don't tell me this is a spoiler, the minute you picked up this movie in your hand, it was spoiled), but it did have some funny dialogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said, "Why do they always have to end up together? That's so predictable." Ugh, it's a romance comedy, what do you expect? You want unpredictable tragedy I'd highly recommend William Shakespeare, Earnest Hemingway, or Thomas Hardy. Although would you really say William Shakespeare is unpredictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of The Ugly Truth, click on it to buy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002P413IC?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=guav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B002P413IC"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMcgaQRm3I/AAAAAAAAAog/sZCXgzqCdCQ/s400/ugly_truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, my complaint about romance comedy is: at least make a reasonable effort to make it convincing, even just a small incident where the man &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;the woman is attracted to the other one. Just one incident, just one party, is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2878507777601101116?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2878507777601101116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2878507777601101116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2878507777601101116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2878507777601101116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/movies-ugly-truth.html' title='Movies: The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMcgaQRm3I/AAAAAAAAAog/sZCXgzqCdCQ/s72-c/ugly_truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5839892751560687858</id><published>2009-12-29T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:35:00.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Sometimes Enjoy B-Line Movies More Than "Main Stream" Movies</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just much prefer to watch a B-line flick. Why? Well, first, you adjust your expectation accordingly. And, more importantly, you can sit there and zone out and multitask and still be able to follow and enjoy the movie. Nothing wrong with your blockbusters, they just require more concentration, more brain power, and sometimes just more energy than I am willing to spend on watching a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray to b-line flicks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5839892751560687858?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5839892751560687858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5839892751560687858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5839892751560687858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5839892751560687858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-i-sometimes-enjoy-b-line-movies.html' title='Why I Sometimes Enjoy B-Line Movies More Than &quot;Main Stream&quot; Movies'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5224089635498840964</id><published>2009-12-28T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:05:00.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: The Brothers Bloom</title><content type='html'>This movie is, like, sloooooooow. If you have a short attention span like me, highly not recommend this movie. That said, I am still going to link it to Amazon anyway, in case some of you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;like slow movies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't like these new DVD images on Amazon which look like a DVD box. :( I guess beggars can't be choosers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002J1RZHE?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=guav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B002J1RZHE"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMY2YyK5TI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0Z4-fOg704c/s400/brothers_bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5224089635498840964?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5224089635498840964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5224089635498840964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5224089635498840964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5224089635498840964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-brothers-bloom.html' title='Movie: The Brothers Bloom'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMY2YyK5TI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0Z4-fOg704c/s72-c/brothers_bloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7194393140904339752</id><published>2009-12-28T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:38:05.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Horrific That You'd Think It's Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="swfclipV3867226" width="421" height="376" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.thenewsroom.com/mash/swf/cube.swf?a=V3867226&amp;amp;m=1002088"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thenewsroom.com/mash/swf/cube.swf?a=V3867226&amp;amp;m=1002088"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="."&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7194393140904339752?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7194393140904339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7194393140904339752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7194393140904339752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7194393140904339752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-horrific-that-youd-think-its-fiction.html' title='So Horrific That You&apos;d Think It&apos;s Fiction'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1147141695608713501</id><published>2009-12-27T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:20:01.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Ingorious Basterd</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap! I honestly have never seen a DVD sold out on Amazon before. Did they just not stock a lot because of the economy, or is the economy not as bad as we thought, or I just never looked up the hottest DVDs on Amazon during Xmas season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just watched Inglorious Basterd and wow, it was good. It was a different kind of movie than I had expected. I actually didn't have high hopes for it when I realized it's a Quintin Torentino movie, but it exceeded expectation. Can't say too much without giving it away. See it for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00310UZC4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00310UZC4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzbvUXsRG8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ihRNOKxghsw/s400/dvd_basterd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00310UZC4" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1147141695608713501?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1147141695608713501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1147141695608713501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1147141695608713501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1147141695608713501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-ingorious-basterd.html' title='Movie: Ingorious Basterd'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzbvUXsRG8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ihRNOKxghsw/s72-c/dvd_basterd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7083090249027088331</id><published>2009-12-26T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:05:00.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Dragon Hunter</title><content type='html'>Hubby: "So why did you get this movie again?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "The cover looked good when I was inside Blockbusters."&lt;br /&gt;Which make up most of the reasons why I get random movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, Dragon Hunter, met and even slightly exceeded expectation. Very different from your traditional Disney animation (which are like, soooo boring and kiddy-ish). Almost refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001U3D88M?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001U3D88M"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMWiJ1JFxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jEkAFH1qBmg/s400/dragon_hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7083090249027088331?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7083090249027088331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7083090249027088331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7083090249027088331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7083090249027088331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-dragon-hunter.html' title='Movie: Dragon Hunter'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzMWiJ1JFxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jEkAFH1qBmg/s72-c/dragon_hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5243208658653755313</id><published>2009-12-25T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:46:00.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Earphones?</title><content type='html'>Guess what I just saw at Blockbuster? I had to do a double, no triple, no more like quintuple look to make sure these are, indeed, earphones, and not candies. Not to say that Hersey's can't branch off, but this is just weird. (These pictures are bigger than I had expected, but I am really too lazy to shrink them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaXbSqL8I/AAAAAAAAAps/dXdU307dUOM/s1600-h/EP_york.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaXbSqL8I/AAAAAAAAAps/dXdU307dUOM/s400/EP_york.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985241398882242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaXP5q12I/AAAAAAAAApk/7xIanAFeifE/s1600-h/EP_tootsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaXP5q12I/AAAAAAAAApk/7xIanAFeifE/s400/EP_tootsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985238341277538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaW9sv7zI/AAAAAAAAApc/BC1drr6Hfa8/s1600-h/EP_sugardaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaW9sv7zI/AAAAAAAAApc/BC1drr6Hfa8/s400/EP_sugardaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985233455247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaPbWNNKI/AAAAAAAAApU/EWe-cdV5gtk/s1600-h/EP_sourapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaPbWNNKI/AAAAAAAAApU/EWe-cdV5gtk/s400/EP_sourapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985103974806690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaPIHiywI/AAAAAAAAApM/5lrKNtr8OIM/s1600-h/EP_reeses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaPIHiywI/AAAAAAAAApM/5lrKNtr8OIM/s400/EP_reeses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985098813033218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaOrYd4vI/AAAAAAAAApE/OzskML1GrOc/s1600-h/EP_Razzles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaOrYd4vI/AAAAAAAAApE/OzskML1GrOc/s400/EP_Razzles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985091099386610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaOJqpFHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/smIYc6B_xos/s1600-h/EP_jollyrancher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaOJqpFHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/smIYc6B_xos/s400/EP_jollyrancher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985082048812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaNwra7dI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vkKNoBKeTOU/s1600-h/EP_bubbleyum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaNwra7dI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vkKNoBKeTOU/s400/EP_bubbleyum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418985075341192658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits: &lt;a href="http://www.fatbraintoys.com/"&gt;Fatbrainboys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: if they are so cute that you can't live without them, Blockbuster is selling them for $5.99, cheaper than any sites that offer them online, that I could see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5243208658653755313?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5243208658653755313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5243208658653755313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5243208658653755313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5243208658653755313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/candy-earphones.html' title='Candy Earphones?'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzQaXbSqL8I/AAAAAAAAAps/dXdU307dUOM/s72-c/EP_york.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1629888108507650833</id><published>2009-12-25T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:19:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek Movie Quotable</title><content type='html'>Leonard 'Bones' McCoy: You know, back home we have a saying: "If you wanna ride in the Kentucky Derby, you don't leave your prized stallion in the stable."&lt;br /&gt;Spock: A curious metaphor, doctor, as a stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796366/quotes"&gt;Imdb Star Trek Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001AVCFK6?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=guav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B001AVCFK6"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzViIm1FqhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/l3IV9EUDTH4/s400/dvd_startrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzViIm1FqhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/l3IV9EUDTH4/s400/dvd_startrek.jpg" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, was not able to find reference of this saying other than in the Star Trek context. Can they do that? Just make up sayings in the movie? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1629888108507650833?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1629888108507650833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1629888108507650833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1629888108507650833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1629888108507650833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-trek-movie-quotable.html' title='Star Trek Movie Quotable'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SzViIm1FqhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/l3IV9EUDTH4/s72-c/dvd_startrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6263087268100838041</id><published>2009-12-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:03:00.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Christians Should Not Hate Non-Believers For Having Xmas Off</title><content type='html'>First off, I have never even heard this one before. Man, the bitterness and the anger, where did all those come from? Isn't this supposed to be a sharing, loving, AND joyful day of the year? Definitely not the one devoted Christian who chose to attack me over her cousin's Facebook entry. Some people really need to get their priorities straight. I think the meaning of the "merry" part of "Merry Christmas" is definitely lost on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reasons why that's a good idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) business for the retail industry. Really? You want all non-believers or pseudo-believers to stop buying and giving for Xmas? Who's going to benefit from that, especially in this economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Keeps Christmas a public holiday. Wonder what's a bigger slap on their faces: that non-believers have it off or that we'll make it a non-public holiday? (I am still going to take it off anyway. *SLAP!!*) Do they never stop and think that no other religions' holidays are public holidays? Oh wait, these hateful bastards believe that their religion is the one and only... not to mention the lack of brain cells to think for themselves after years of brain washing. Sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6263087268100838041?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6263087268100838041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6263087268100838041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6263087268100838041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6263087268100838041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-christians-should-not-hate-non.html' title='Why Christians Should Not Hate Non-Believers For Having Xmas Off'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4479857518807260944</id><published>2009-12-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:30:00.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Bath Salts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.honolulusoap.com/catalog/shop_bathsalts.asp"&gt;Natural Bath Salts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber Hawaiian bath salts. The website doesn't do it justice but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly &lt;/span&gt;recommend the lavender rose scent and I don't normally even like lavender-flavored products! It has tiny pieces of dried rose pedals in it too! (At least that's what I thought they are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4479857518807260944?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4479857518807260944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4479857518807260944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4479857518807260944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4479857518807260944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/natural-bath-salts.html' title='Natural Bath Salts'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8540682000616032717</id><published>2009-12-24T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:34:53.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People Around Xmas Time!</title><content type='html'>So my friend's very innocent holiday wishes to everyone (that covers all religions and even the non-religious) had surely unexpectedly spiral into this discussion between me and her distance cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said was "happy holidays" that started the little argument. Totally living up to the (fanatic) Christians' intolerant and hateful stereotype. Her obviously not-so-bright cousin expressed that us atheists taking Xmas off is like a slap on their face. What the hell? It's a public/firm holiday, I sure as hell is not going in to work. Had I have an hourly job, my employer (except for certain retail establishments) would probably deter me from going in so they don't have to pay me overtime. My point is: why is it a slap on their face that we have the day off? It's a PUBLIC holiday. If you really want to argue the separation of church and state, we should remove that as a public holiday, then the believers and non-believers can choose whether to take Christmas off. But would they like that? Noooo, because it's a Christian holiday. (Frankly, I would not want that either. I'm not the grinch who hates Christmas. I have long associated December 25th with pretty lights, trees, festivity, food, and, of course, lots and lots of presents. Funny how I wasn't the one all bitter here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousin, as it follows most discussion/argument with (fanatic) Christians start to lose grammar, punctuation, (surprisingly the spelling held up) and of course, logic. It turned into personal attack (from him to me) shortly -- calling me a devil-worshipper. Really? That's the worst thing you can come up with? It's really not that offensive as I believe in neither Christ nor devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "discussion" turned into bizarre attack about how I didn't come from my parents (as usual, all logics are gone) and my sarcasm was completely lost and my friend completely embarrassed by the behavior of her cousin, I decided it's not worth my time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to blow off steam here, on my own anonymous blog. :) Shit! Me having Christmas OFF is a slap on their face? What are they? Masochists? I don't feel that their bizarre and simplistic belief is a slap on my face. I do, however, find it revolting by those who insist on shoving their believes down my throat. Yes, you are a believer, good for you, but must you integrate that into every conversation? I don't jump onto my soapbox and announce that I am an agnostic every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, totally ironic, or not so ironic, I tried to explain that being an agnostic, I don't believe the truth of the universe is comprehensible. And that concept was completely incomprehensible to him. Evidently that made me "not come from my parents and grandparents." Really? Do I really want to stoop down to that level and continue with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a suitable subject for Christmas eve. Happy holidays to all and season greetings to the Spaghetti monster folks! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8540682000616032717?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8540682000616032717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8540682000616032717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8540682000616032717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8540682000616032717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-people-around-xmas-time.html' title='Crazy People Around Xmas Time!'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1027040905524903600</id><published>2009-12-23T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:03:00.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby II</title><content type='html'>So I was having this conversation with a friend one day, I was rambling on something about blogging, more like thinking out loud, to which she responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I was never that bored [to blog]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I said, "But I like to blog, it's like a hobby to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right," she snickered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I was not annoyed (normally it doesn't take much to annoy me). I just didn't understand her reaction. She acted as though it was ludicrous that some people will enjoy enjoy sitting down and write. Is that so horrible of a hobby? How is knitting, crossing-stitching, or quilting any better? Not to knock quilting, some quilts are beautiful and I have done a few of those myself, but if you really think about it, quilting is to buy perfectly good fabric, some quite pricey ones, cut them up into pieces, then re-stitch them back together. Really! Think about that! So she's a very active person, good at many sports, but is hobby only limited to outdoor activities? How and who can judge that one hobby is better than another? Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1027040905524903600?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1027040905524903600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1027040905524903600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1027040905524903600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1027040905524903600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/hobby-ii.html' title='Hobby II'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7934925976161757593</id><published>2009-12-22T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:08:00.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Phones 3 Major Providers (Darn!)</title><content type='html'>Between Hubby and I we have 2 person cell phones and 2 work phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal phones (very basic cell phones): Sprint&lt;br /&gt;My work phone (an iPhone): AT&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's work phone (a Blackberry): Verizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just went off, between the 4 phones and different sounds between email, voice calls, and text, I have no idea which it was... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hubby didn't destroy his cell phone back in August of 2008, he won't still be in contract with Sprint and evidently T-mobile has the cheapest month-to-month, no contract plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hope come August 2010. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7934925976161757593?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7934925976161757593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7934925976161757593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7934925976161757593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7934925976161757593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-phones-3-major-providers-darn.html' title='4 Phones 3 Major Providers (Darn!)'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-9219607685099887399</id><published>2009-12-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:15:00.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby for the DINK</title><content type='html'>So I bought myself a fancy bat a while back (couple weeks). It's a Demarini J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SynABNgMRhI/AAAAAAAAAng/_ImJlHMb_JI/s1600-h/demarini_j2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SynABNgMRhI/AAAAAAAAAng/_ImJlHMb_JI/s400/demarini_j2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416071153926817298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of my friend who doesn't play softball (which is almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;of them) asked in horror after finding out the price of the bat, "Why???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;? It's call a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;, or if your prefer, DINK -- duel income no kids. We just have that kind of expendable income. You should try that too. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-9219607685099887399?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/9219607685099887399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=9219607685099887399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/9219607685099887399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/9219607685099887399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/hobby-for-dink.html' title='Hobby for the DINK'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SynABNgMRhI/AAAAAAAAAng/_ImJlHMb_JI/s72-c/demarini_j2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-4085419685571365321</id><published>2009-12-20T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:11:00.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi estupido espouso'/><title type='text'>Conversation with Hubby</title><content type='html'>I had the following conversation with Hubby concerning my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am okay with driving my car to the ground before we buy a new one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: "Okay, but what does it mean by driving it 'to the ground'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "When you leave point A, you are not certain if you will arrive at point B."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's funny, my last two cars are both like that. In fact, more likely than not I would NOT get to point B. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;, my dear, is the sign that it's time for a new car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-4085419685571365321?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/4085419685571365321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=4085419685571365321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4085419685571365321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/4085419685571365321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation-with-hubby.html' title='Conversation with Hubby'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6884873480081937793</id><published>2009-12-19T19:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:20:52.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread Lock Santa Hat</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, they make a dread locks Santa hat. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sy2XLWJGUKI/AAAAAAAAAno/e7b7N9LrZiQ/s1600-h/dread_locks_Santa_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sy2XLWJGUKI/AAAAAAAAAno/e7b7N9LrZiQ/s400/dread_locks_Santa_hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417152147974672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the Chinese saying, "You can buy a woman with beard...." :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6884873480081937793?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6884873480081937793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6884873480081937793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6884873480081937793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6884873480081937793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/dread-lock-santa-hat.html' title='Dread Lock Santa Hat'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sy2XLWJGUKI/AAAAAAAAAno/e7b7N9LrZiQ/s72-c/dread_locks_Santa_hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8756128248670657466</id><published>2009-12-19T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:54:00.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott Adams Has Outdid Himself Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyiD8YUC5PI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4g5OV_jx-Ew/s1600-h/dilbert.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyiD8YUC5PI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4g5OV_jx-Ew/s400/dilbert.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415723625254937842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2009-12-08/"&gt;dilbert.com/Scott Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8756128248670657466?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8756128248670657466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8756128248670657466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8756128248670657466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8756128248670657466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/scott-adams-has-outdid-himself-again.html' title='Scott Adams Has Outdid Himself Again'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyiD8YUC5PI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4g5OV_jx-Ew/s72-c/dilbert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6225876020850398415</id><published>2009-12-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:28:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery v Praying</title><content type='html'>Q: What is the similarity between praying and buying the lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Both are putting your fate into the hands something intangible and super natural. [Although, one can calculate the odds of winning the lottery, is that still intangible? However, if there's no "luck" involve and we go strictly by statistics, nobody will ever win lottery in their lifetime.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6225876020850398415?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6225876020850398415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6225876020850398415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6225876020850398415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6225876020850398415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/lottery-v-praying.html' title='Lottery v Praying'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1082905368621931933</id><published>2009-12-17T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:59:00.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let x=......</title><content type='html'>Let x = [distance traveled, time it will take to travel the distance, etc.] is a very common expression in algebra. Once upon a time, our algebra instructor gave this example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let x = the largest number&lt;br /&gt;and if x = the largest number, then x * x (x square) cannot be bigger than x&lt;br /&gt;therefore x = x * x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only number that will fit that equation is 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, 1 is the largest number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which obviously was a wrong conclusion. So what went wrong here, all the logic was sound. Answer: the assumption itself was wrong. You simply cannot make x the "largest number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same logic can be applied to many real life situations. If everything is logical every step of the way and your conclusion is still way, way off, consider the possibility that the initial assumption was, simply, wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1082905368621931933?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1082905368621931933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1082905368621931933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1082905368621931933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1082905368621931933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-x.html' title='Let x=......'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2015970404219536893</id><published>2009-12-17T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:29:47.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AppShopper.com � Blog Archive � iGlowStickPro Wins Big from Apple Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://appshopper.com/blog/2009/11/04/iglowstickpro-wins-big-from-apple-mistake/"&gt;AppShopper.com � Blog Archive � iGlowStickPro Wins Big from Apple Mistake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this app was mistakenly placed as the #1 selling paid app, but don't people still use their own judgment before they buy an app? I just find it hard to believe so many people bought the iGlowStickPro app. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2015970404219536893?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://appshopper.com/blog/2009/11/04/iglowstickpro-wins-big-from-apple-mistake/' title='AppShopper.com � Blog Archive � iGlowStickPro Wins Big from Apple Mistake'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2015970404219536893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2015970404219536893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2015970404219536893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2015970404219536893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/appshoppercom-blog-archive.html' title='AppShopper.com � Blog Archive � iGlowStickPro Wins Big from Apple Mistake'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6019772885858755792</id><published>2009-12-16T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:57:51.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomber Santa Hat</title><content type='html'>Santa hat for next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SymsExvz-_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/f83kjsSjsrs/s1600-h/bomber_santa_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SymsExvz-_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/f83kjsSjsrs/s400/bomber_santa_hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416049224963062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.planetsanta.com/product.php?productid=18518"&gt;Planetsanta.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6019772885858755792?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6019772885858755792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6019772885858755792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6019772885858755792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6019772885858755792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/bomber-santa-hat.html' title='Bomber Santa Hat'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SymsExvz-_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/f83kjsSjsrs/s72-c/bomber_santa_hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7850832633492717567</id><published>2009-12-16T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:16:00.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want. What I Really Really Want.</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to do this for a while now... to compile a list of what I would like to do at least once in this life time (No, because of my age, I don't think I can quite call this a "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000YAF4MA?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000YAF4MA"&gt;bucket list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000YAF4MA" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;" just yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What I Would Like to At Least Try Once In This Life Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Not specifically in this order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Help someone deliver a baby (after I got my CPR certification, of course. Still pending a volunteer. Of course I'd feel much better if the situation calls for it... and pray very, very hard that there will be no complication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Drag racing (on a real course, of course, not street racing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have a book published, preferrably this blog... or something along that line (I have no dignity, self-publishing counts, especially through Amazon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do a stand up comedy skit at a public place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What I Wanted to Do And Already Accomplished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Draw blood (for lab purposes) on a heart-beating person (yes, myself count, heart's still beating last I checked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) .... I'm sure there were more, but I forgot after I've crossed them out the list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7850832633492717567?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7850832633492717567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7850832633492717567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7850832633492717567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7850832633492717567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-want-what-i-really-really-want.html' title='What I Want. What I Really Really Want.'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-378528682831760071</id><published>2009-12-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:16:31.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of The Internet</title><content type='html'>Wow, who would have thought. I knew linking to the Santa hat will get me some hits, never did I expect 54 hits within 24 hours. That's more hits than all the days combined since the inception of this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I'm the 4th on the search result on Google if you use the search terms "big bang theory" + "santa hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Syh6d-WPCHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mdfiM2gTmvY/s1600-h/Santa_Hat_Search3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Syh6d-WPCHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mdfiM2gTmvY/s400/Santa_Hat_Search3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713207284074610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have gotten 4 (that's FOUR) comments from people that I do NOT know. FOUR. I don't think this blog will ever see better days. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the power of the internet? American consumerism? Or women's desire for cute stuff (literally "as seen on TV").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said this is the "textbook definition of 'going viral'." I think he is just jealous. Bet you his blog will never see a day with 54 hits... IF he even has a blog. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-378528682831760071?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/378528682831760071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=378528682831760071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/378528682831760071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/378528682831760071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/power-of-internet.html' title='The Power of The Internet'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Syh6d-WPCHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mdfiM2gTmvY/s72-c/Santa_Hat_Search3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-2391309183791584886</id><published>2009-12-14T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:28:14.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Hat with Two Pom Poms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyhQ13lNaOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/F_1jQBuz9cM/s1600-h/hat_two_pom_poms.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyhQ13lNaOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/F_1jQBuz9cM/s400/hat_two_pom_poms.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667438296328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching today's Big Bang Theory I went on a mission searching for Penny's Santa hat with two pom poms online. It wasn't easy to find, I came across a couple more blogs of women (?) expressing their desires for said hat before I finally found a place that sells it. Okay, there was another one, but I can't find the link again. So to help my fella sisters who are searching for this products, here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.costumesforsanta.com/product_info.php?pName=knit-santa-hat&amp;amp;source=froogle"&gt;Knit Santa Hat - Costumes For Santa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently the original site I found already sold out of said product. I sure would like to think I have something to do with that. :) Here's another place where you can find this hat! ~ $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleyhat.com/knitsantahat.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkeleyhat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader suggested this place (Price has been lowered to $25 today! That's the Christmas spirit! Good luck all in getting one!):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bostoncostume.com/Knit-Santa-Hat-with-Pom-Poms-p1177.html"&gt;Bostoncostume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding a picture for you kiddos too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Many people seem to also be looking for the pattern for this hat. If you know where one can be found, please leave the link in the comment box to help out your fellow knitting enthusiasts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems any places I was able to find are sold out of this hat, there's this place that offers to custom knit one for you, but it says to allow 3 days for her to knit, I'm not sure that will make Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpmymudder.com/bbtp.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpmymudder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puckish had found a pattern for us!! Thanks, Puckish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellenish.livejournal.com/94401.html"&gt;Pattern for Penny's Hat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home made one actually looks better than the store bought one. :( The pom poms on the store bought one is not yarn, it's hard inside. :( Ah well, that's not for knowing how to knit. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-2391309183791584886?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/2391309183791584886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=2391309183791584886&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2391309183791584886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/2391309183791584886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-hat-with-two-pom-poms.html' title='Santa Hat with Two Pom Poms'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/SyhQ13lNaOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/F_1jQBuz9cM/s72-c/hat_two_pom_poms.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6807278292287229674</id><published>2009-12-04T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:05:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Hunting v Dating</title><content type='html'>A while back I compared job hunting to dating. Evidently, there are also lots in common between house hunting and dating:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) First time round, you really have no idea what you are looking for. Heck, you don't even know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) After a few times (dating, or looking at houses), you start to get an idea of what there are out there and what your own preferences are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) When you are a seasoned seeker, you have a list, you know exactly what sells to you, and what turns you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) In the end, at least if you are normal, you'll end up with something that is close but not 100% match your list; and sometimes, that little unmatched percentage will turn out to be a pleasant surprise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6807278292287229674?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6807278292287229674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6807278292287229674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6807278292287229674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6807278292287229674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/12/housing-hunting-v-dating.html' title='Housing Hunting v Dating'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8623410030297943780</id><published>2009-11-30T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:31:01.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement under way in California to ban divorce - Inside Bay Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.insidebayarea.com/ci_13894125?source=most_viewed"&gt;Movement under way in California to ban divorce - Inside Bay Area&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The effort is meant to be a satirical statement after California voters outlawed gay marriage in 2008, largely on the argument that a ban is needed to protect the sanctity of traditional marriage. If that's the case, then Marcotte reasons voters should have no problem banning divorce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Since California has decided to protect traditional marriage, I think it would be hypocritical of us not to sacrifice some of our own rights to protect traditional marriage even more," the 38-year-old married father of two said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8623410030297943780?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.insidebayarea.com/ci_13894125?source=most_viewed' title='Movement under way in California to ban divorce - Inside Bay Area'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8623410030297943780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8623410030297943780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8623410030297943780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8623410030297943780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/movement-under-way-in-california-to-ban.html' title='Movement under way in California to ban divorce - Inside Bay Area'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3400707004368140860</id><published>2009-11-28T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:08:02.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV Shows</title><content type='html'>I am a reality TV show junkie. I won't say I watch ALL of them; there's not enough time in a day to do that, but I have and am watching quite a few of them. Some observations I've made when it comes to reality TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Unless it's the first season, you have no excuses to not have any clue what to expect on the show. For Pete's sake, you should have done all the research &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;the audition, or at least after the audition when you know you have been selected. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Of the ones that involve a group of people living together and being eliminated over a relatively long period of time, people always seem to lose the perspective that no matter how you form &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alliances&lt;/span&gt; and identify your enemies, at the end there can only be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;winner. Choose your friends wisely; choose your enemies wisely; and most important of all, know when to break your alliances. I've seen many morons who'd form alliances with players with questionable ethics for strategic purposes, then made the mistakes of sticking to the alliances for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;too long and ended up being screwed over. After all, every thing can be lumped under the big umbrella of "It's just a game!" Do it when it's to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Inevitably one of the folks will at some point said, "I am going to channel my anger (from losing so many challenges) to win this game." These folks invariably never made it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I might not be able to do any better than any of those folks if I ever get onto a reality TV show (I am really going to have to need the money desperately), but everybody can be a critic, right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3400707004368140860?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3400707004368140860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3400707004368140860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3400707004368140860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3400707004368140860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality-tv-shows.html' title='Reality TV Shows'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7449981845743132647</id><published>2009-11-22T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:26:00.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Notable Quotes from Contact</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what's more likely? That an all-powerful, mysterious God created the Universe, and decided not to give any proof of his existence? Or, that He simply doesn't exist at all, and that we created Him, so that we wouldn't have to feel so small and alone?&lt;/blockquote&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Contact_%28film%29"&gt;wikiquote.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7449981845743132647?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7449981845743132647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7449981845743132647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7449981845743132647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7449981845743132647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-notable-quotes-from-contact.html' title='More Notable Quotes from Contact'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3457771426380076961</id><published>2009-11-21T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:32:00.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable Quotes from Contact</title><content type='html'>Notable quotes from the movie Contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ellie Arroway&lt;/b&gt;: Occam's razor. You ever heard of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palmer Joss&lt;/b&gt;: Hack-em's Razor. Sounds like some slasher movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ellie Arroway&lt;/b&gt;: No, Occam's Razor is a basic scientific principle and it says: All things being equal, the simplest explanation tends to be the right one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.explore-science-fiction-movies.com/contact-movie-quotes.html"&gt;Explore-Science-Fiction-Movies.com&lt;/a&gt; (what a long name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a good article on what is &lt;a href="http://math.ucr.edu/home/baez/physics/General/occam.html"&gt;Occam's Razor.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3457771426380076961?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3457771426380076961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3457771426380076961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3457771426380076961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3457771426380076961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/notable-quotes-from-contact.html' title='Notable Quotes from Contact'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-47324273918730447</id><published>2009-11-21T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:21:17.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Better with Music</title><content type='html'>I was hoping I could find a better version, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIu133__jZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIu133__jZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-47324273918730447?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/47324273918730447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=47324273918730447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/47324273918730447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/47324273918730447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-is-better-with-music.html' title='Everything Is Better with Music'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-1919394930656018658</id><published>2009-11-21T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:19:13.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Site Story: CollegeHumor’s Epic Internet Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-1919394930656018658?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/1919394930656018658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=1919394930656018658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1919394930656018658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/1919394930656018658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/web-site-story-collegehumors-epic.html' title='Web Site Story: CollegeHumor’s Epic Internet Musical'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3269161559078270062</id><published>2009-11-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:49:00.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life -- Distractions</title><content type='html'>People like to ask, "What is the meaning of life?" Perhaps a better question to ask is, "Is there a meaning?" Or better yet, "Should there be a meaning?" After all, who ever promised that there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; necessarily a meaning? We are not only searching in the blind, we don't even know if what we are looking for exists. Even man-made so-called religions did not promise a meaning. Western religions (gross generalization) stresses what's important is life after death. It still baffles me how "being with your creator is all the hype." In any case, if you want to portray a Heaven, I'd imaging "heaven" will be very different from people to people. To me, Heaven will be a place where we are immortal and I can be with my husband forever. Some people think it will be HELL if they have to be with their families for all eternity. Then, there are the one-sided love -- what if HE wants to be with her forever, and she'd much rather not to see him again for all eternity? Seems to me the only way to fulfill all the criteria is for us to go to "sleep" and stay in hallucination land forever. Perhaps that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;what life after death is. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern religions (Buddhism) stresses reincarnation. Again, neither one of them touches on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this life time&lt;/span&gt;. Is that ironic or what? Are we living in the unknown future, or are we living in the present? Science/evolution is the way of how things work, doesn't even touch upon the meaning of life by any stretch of imagination. The earth is round is not a meaning. The earth revolves around the sun is not a meaning. A man and a woman can copulate and create offspring, though amazing, is still not a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I can safely come to the conclusion that life is all about distractions. Yes, you heard me right -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt;. The "meaning of life," or lack thereof, is all about how to occupy your free time. There are the essentials, which I would think its fair to say it's the same for everyone -- food on table (or just food, no table), roof over head (or just a place to sleep at night, I'm flexible). Once those are satisfied (i.e. working 8 hours a day to achieve that), you are left with the free time... to ponder about the meaning of life, which doesn't exist. I think the best support I can throw out there to support my point is the rich and famous dying from drug overdose. Is there explanations other than they can't find enough distractions to keep them from noticing how empty life really is? How about all sorts of stupid stunts that people pull just because they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people uses different things as their distractions -- shopping is a good one; eating, video gaming, having hobbies are a few other good ideas. Among them, having kids are probably the most effective of it all. What else can suck up every single free minute of your life for 18-years or more other than a child??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3269161559078270062?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3269161559078270062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3269161559078270062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3269161559078270062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3269161559078270062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/meaning-of-life-distractions.html' title='The Meaning of Life -- Distractions'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6070519006880615492</id><published>2009-11-19T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:03:00.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Digital dirt' can haunt your job search - CNN.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/worklife/10/12/cb.digital.trail.job.search/index.html"&gt;'Digital dirt' can haunt your job search - CNN.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also my &lt;a href="http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/10/digital-dirt-can-haunt-your-job-search.html"&gt;earlier entry&lt;/a&gt; on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by this article, I think now it is a good time to set up a "fake" blog and a "fake" Twitter account. Well, not really fake fake, but something neutral and work appropriate. That way my future employers (fingers crossed) won't find it odd that I have no online presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, I am going to port my fake blog and fake Twitter into my Facebook account. Ehehehehe. I am such a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6070519006880615492?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6070519006880615492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6070519006880615492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6070519006880615492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6070519006880615492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/digital-dirt-can-haunt-your-job-search.html' title='&apos;Digital dirt&apos; can haunt your job search - CNN.com'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5550834241435623292</id><published>2009-11-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:46:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitter</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll come clean. I'm a quitter. Things go south, I quit. Relationships go south, I quit. Jobs go south, I quit. (This is exactly why I keep my blog anonymous in the hope that my current and future employers will never find it.) Ever seen those generic thrillers where you start out with a group of people, ranging from 8 to 15, and they'll inevitably get killed one by one (sometimes in couples) until the last one or two? Well, if I am ever in a situation like that (and have a say in it), unless I am one of the last ones left, I'd much rather be one of the first to go. Preferrably the ones who didn't even know what hit them. Why spend all the energy run ning around and being scared if the end result is the same? Ever read in the news how a building collapsed and they still found survivors after 7 days? That person will never be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though being a quitter have so much negative connotation, there's certainly a positive way of looking at it too. Life's too short, seriously. There is no reason to stay in a relationship or a job that just makes you reasonable. Trust me, things are going to get better. So let's just mask this one of my weakness by calling it "pragmatic" or "efficiency." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5550834241435623292?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5550834241435623292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5550834241435623292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5550834241435623292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5550834241435623292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/quitter.html' title='Quitter'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7181193661714121113</id><published>2009-11-17T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:52:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2009-10-10/" title="Dilbert.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/60000/9000/900/69996/69996.strip.gif" alt="Dilbert.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew people before who love mundane jobs, truly love them. They embrace the knowledge of knowing exactly what to expect everyday when they go into work. I just wish I could feel that way. Not that my job is meaningless, just getting boring after being in the same position for three years. Then again, I feel ungrateful to even complain about my job when so many people can't even land one in this economy. Is a meaningful job really too much to ask for when all else are going well in my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7181193661714121113?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7181193661714121113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7181193661714121113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7181193661714121113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7181193661714121113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-3216871707395988087</id><published>2009-11-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:59:32.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbertism at Its Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2009-08-04/" title="Dilbert.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/60000/3000/300/63344/63344.strip.gif" border="0" alt="Dilbert.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://dilbert.com"&gt;Dilbert.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-3216871707395988087?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/3216871707395988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=3216871707395988087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3216871707395988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/3216871707395988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilbertism-at-its-finest.html' title='Dilbertism at Its Finest'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-8944219426304677218</id><published>2009-11-15T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:39:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standards</title><content type='html'>Finally sold this stupid game on Amazon, after dropping the prices twice. Just to give you an idea, a normal DS game goes for $24.99, this one was going for $11.99 on Amazon, brand new, mind you. Then even Amazon dropped it by $2 more to $9.99. Ack! Being an avid money spender on Amazon, I know the formula for a successful sale as a third part seller on Amazon:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For new goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your price + $4 (S&amp;amp;H) &lt; Amazon's price (because Amazon offers free S&amp;amp;H, you need to factor that into your pricing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For used goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your price = the lowest price (of an item of equal condition) + a reasonable reduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to think that the game can fall into the you-can't-give-it-away-even-if-you-offer-people-money-to-take-it category when it finally sold for a whopping $5.75. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my co-worker A had once said, "Everyone can find a boyfriend/girlfriend, just lower your standards." Wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-8944219426304677218?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/8944219426304677218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=8944219426304677218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8944219426304677218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/8944219426304677218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/standards.html' title='Standards'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-5621005378379394820</id><published>2009-11-14T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:12:27.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Quotes From Movies</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I am finally convinced that you can literally find everything on the internet. I was hoping to find Steve Buscemi's dialogs in both Armageddon and Con Air without having to physically look through the movies themselves. Thanks God for the internet! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, best quote in Armageddon was by Steve Buscemi as Hound Dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Harry, you know we’re sitting on four million pounds of fuel, one nuclear weapon and a thing that has two hundred thousand moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good doesn’t it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Found on &lt;a href="http://www.innocentenglish.com/movie-quotes-database/movie-quote-database-free/movie-quotes-from-armageddon-quotes-from-the-movie-armageddon.html"&gt;InnocentEnglish.com&lt;/a&gt; (Innocent English? Movie Quotes? Whatever...)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something similar that he said in Con Air as Garland 'The Marietta Mangler' Greene (referring to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama)&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Define irony. Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Found on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118880/quotes"&gt;IMDB Notable Quotes from Con Air&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-5621005378379394820?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/5621005378379394820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=5621005378379394820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5621005378379394820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/5621005378379394820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/famous-quotes-from-movies.html' title='Famous Quotes From Movies'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-6990120933071083915</id><published>2009-11-13T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:55:06.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Gays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sv4p_IkXyNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_s3Awjc58Zw/s1600-h/toles_god_gay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sv4p_IkXyNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_s3Awjc58Zw/s400/toles_god_gay.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403802767499708626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/opinions/tomtoles/?name=Toles&amp;amp;date=11082009&amp;amp;type=c"&gt;WashingtonPost.com/Tom Toles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-6990120933071083915?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/6990120933071083915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=6990120933071083915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6990120933071083915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/6990120933071083915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-and-gays.html' title='God and Gays'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ndFIOPHVTI/Sv4p_IkXyNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_s3Awjc58Zw/s72-c/toles_god_gay.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-7744145868310980602</id><published>2009-11-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:39:40.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under God: The Archdiocese's ultimatum - David Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/undergod/2009/11/the_archdioceses_ultimatum.html?hpid=talkbox1"&gt;Under God: The Archdiocese's ultimatum - David Waters&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a surprisingly bold and seemingly unbiblical move, the Catholic Archdiocese of Washington is threatening to discontinue its social support for nearly 70,000 people -- including a third of Washington's homeless -- because of its opposition to a proposed same-sex marriage bill."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-7744145868310980602?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/undergod/2009/11/the_archdioceses_ultimatum.html?hpid=talkbox1' title='Under God: The Archdiocese&apos;s ultimatum - David Waters'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/7744145868310980602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=7744145868310980602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7744145868310980602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/7744145868310980602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-god-archdioceses-ultimatum-david.html' title='Under God: The Archdiocese&apos;s ultimatum - David Waters'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219328314177885180.post-9942470343273902</id><published>2009-11-11T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:15:06.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>For those unenlightened, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; stands for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Unless you are someone with a severe lack of sense of humor and go strictly by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DSM&lt;/span&gt; IV (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Edition) definition -- those who compulsively count the tiles, close the door 15 times, check that the stove was, indeed, shut off 21 times -- usually in our daily speech it just means someone with some kind of a quirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now most of my dear readers should already know that I purchased Hubby off an online dating site. It is worth mentioning that when I was signing up for the site (free trial), it still required you to fill out the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt; before they let you browse, to speed up the process, I randomly typed in the first thing that came to my mind, which, interestingly enough, might not always be the same answer you'd have given if you have spent the extra few minutes to reflect upon. Regardless, that was not the point of the story. One of the question was: what are some of the deal breakers for you? I randomly typed in OCD. Yeah, totally double standard, you don't need to tell me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this, some guy actually wrote to me and said that it's a horrible disorder blah blah blah. Um... strike for having no sense of humor! Again, still digressing from my point. What I was trying to say in this entry was: I just realized that I LOVE peeps with OCD. Perhaps not as a partner in life, but definitely love, love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;working with them!! They are 100% lovable!! OCD people always so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt;! Ducks are always in a row. Information are always readily available. There's just short of a flow chart for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I please have the list of your clients/charge codes/[fill in the blank here]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only obstacle lying between the person and me getting the information is the time it takes for the email to transmit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, OCD, a very good thing to have at a work place!! Personal life, on the other hand... well, that's a different story. I don't hang out with these people after work. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219328314177885180-9942470343273902?l=sbrambling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/feeds/9942470343273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6219328314177885180&amp;postID=9942470343273902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/9942470343273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6219328314177885180/posts/default/9942470343273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbrambling.blogspot.com/2009/11/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>cahalan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10174682087291735093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
