<?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-790499359077970188</id><updated>2012-01-07T06:50:13.890-05:00</updated><category term='Tech'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='human behavior'/><category term='personality types'/><category term='blog'/><category term='people skills'/><category term='food'/><category term='twitter'/><title type='text'>WWBD</title><subtitle type='html'>What Would Bobbo Do?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-237740772461348059</id><published>2011-09-12T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:04:48.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><summary type='text'>Ringggg...At 6am my neighbors and I woke to the fire bell. Waking isn't my favorite thing. Waking violently an hour before my alarm angers me, but I digress.After peeing and finding my pants and shoes, I lumbered down the nearest staircase and out into the surprisingly empty yard. One man, apparently on patrol, wore an expression of bewilderment I imagine matched my own.We circled back to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/237740772461348059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/09/rude-awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/237740772461348059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/237740772461348059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/09/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1833832583039153386</id><published>2011-08-13T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:37:43.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Lantern</title><summary type='text'>I found tissue paperIt's pretty and perfectI want to make something of it I think it may rainMaybe it will cool off? I made a paper lanternIt's pretty and perfectIt flew away on damp air I think it may rainToday I think it may storm I walk through the yardNo sign of my lanternI found a wad of wet tissue I think it may rainThe sun always comes out again I need some new paperWhere will I find it?I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1833832583039153386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/08/paper-lantern.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1833832583039153386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1833832583039153386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/08/paper-lantern.html' title='Paper Lantern'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4637723731816613936</id><published>2011-04-28T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:33:10.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plateau</title><summary type='text'>I've mentioned "the plateau" in previous posts, in so doing taking for granted that everyone knows what that means. Certainly, anyone who manages their weight has experienced a plateau. So has anyone who has pursued any sort of goal. Simply put, the plateau is the point at which whatever you're doing to improve ceases to be effective.To put it in the frame of weight loss, most folks begin with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4637723731816613936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/plateau.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4637723731816613936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4637723731816613936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/plateau.html' title='Plateau'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6417165748107018150</id><published>2011-04-25T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:33:10.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What To Do</title><summary type='text'>In retrospect, this should have been my first post.At the risk of sabotaging your defense strategy, I want to let you in on a secret. You already know how to lose weight. You already know what habits you need to change to improve your health. Nobody accidentally eats a supersized double quarter pound cheeseburger meal with fries and a tub of soda. Everyone knows that they're going to feel a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6417165748107018150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6417165748107018150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6417165748107018150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-what-to-do.html' title='You Know What To Do'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1537369554326167566</id><published>2011-04-25T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:33:11.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Journal</title><summary type='text'>This tip applies to anything you want to succeed at, actually, but I'm going to keep the focus on weight management. As we wander through our day there is a strong tendency to pop things in our mouth one bite at a time:Spoonful of peanut butterHandful of pretzelsCookie from the jar on the counterCandy from the jar on our deskThe last few bites someone left on their plateA taste of what we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1537369554326167566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1537369554326167566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1537369554326167566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-journal.html' title='Keep A Journal'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3249256730529265418</id><published>2011-04-25T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:33:11.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poverty Diet</title><summary type='text'>My current journey toward weight loss began in November 2010 when my car broke and needed to be replaced. I was planning for that car to last me at least another six months, so its replacement was underfunded. I had to empty my bank account for a down payment and live paycheck to paycheck for a couple months. This meant no eating out.Prior to that, I was eating all of my meals out. Most people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3249256730529265418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/poverty-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3249256730529265418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3249256730529265418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/poverty-diet.html' title='The Poverty Diet'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-9172644079056853745</id><published>2011-04-07T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:00:51.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Cupcake</title><summary type='text'>It is approximately 11:13pm. I am squeeging the condensation off the inside of my window while waiting for the red light. The dark-haired, scruffy man driving the car behind me searches desperately for something else to stare at. This is the second dark-haired, scruffy driver to do so today.

Roughly two hours ago I labored on the treadmill to burn 250 calories so that I may enjoy a tasty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/9172644079056853745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/mission-cupcake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/9172644079056853745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/9172644079056853745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/04/mission-cupcake.html' title='Mission Cupcake'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtzsfcYLolo/TZ01Z0zigMI/AAAAAAAABg8/F4QU9srl1GU/s72-c/IMG_0471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7969444369786554398</id><published>2011-03-31T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:20:43.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Review: Tallahassee, "Jealous Hands"</title><summary type='text'>"Have I become just another winter tree? ... Is that how you see me?" Brian's voice is a soothing, deep, full, and airy baritone. Singing barely above a whisper and a gentleness that belies the giant, powerful frame of the former NFLer. He is enamored with, and somewhat resembles, Sasquatch (as am I).

I have the distinct honor and privilege of previewing "Jealous Hands," which is to be released </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7969444369786554398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/musical-review-tallahassee-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7969444369786554398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7969444369786554398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/musical-review-tallahassee-jealous.html' title='Musical Review: Tallahassee, &quot;Jealous Hands&quot;'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2032710473722352957</id><published>2011-03-25T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:43:49.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><summary type='text'>"[Beware of] jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is... You must train yourself to let go of that which you fear to lose." - Master Yoda, Revenge of the Sith

A little while ago I caught myself being jealous. This is my confessional.

Jealous of:
The people who the people I miss make time to see
People who travel 
People who have someone to travel with
Happy couples
Unhappy couples 
Couples with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2032710473722352957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2032710473722352957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2032710473722352957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2475709493404323740</id><published>2011-03-03T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:49:34.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people skills'/><title type='text'>Human Behavior: Stan and Carl</title><summary type='text'>"That Ibanez woman gave her notice. I need you to disable her accounts next week." Stan reproaches himself for denying his instinct to let the call go to voice mail. "Thanks for the heads up, Carl. Is there any chance you could call me next week, instead? She still needs her accounts, right, until then?"

"I'm calling you now." There was a click, and dead air. Stan presumes the conversation is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2475709493404323740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-behavior-stan-and-carl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2475709493404323740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2475709493404323740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-behavior-stan-and-carl.html' title='Human Behavior: Stan and Carl'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2611498494032825917</id><published>2011-02-27T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:29:10.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Free Weather Apps</title><summary type='text'>The Incumbent: Weather
A pretty and simple Weather app came installed on my iPhone when I bought it, which I used happily to check the temperature and see if I need rain gear before leaving my apartment for the day. That is, I did so until winter. In winter I need to know more than whether or not I expect snow. I need to know how much.

I decided to download the most popular, free weather apps. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2611498494032825917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/iphone-free-weather-apps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2611498494032825917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2611498494032825917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/iphone-free-weather-apps.html' title='iPhone Free Weather Apps'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6890805491050830273</id><published>2011-02-21T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:18:01.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Review: La Dauphine, "Shh..."</title><summary type='text'>Hey party people. We're taking a break from the human behavior project because, well, I'm stuck. The next two characters are introverts and it's hard to write about what they're thinking as they stare at each other, silently.

Anyway, I popped on to Twitter briefly for one of my hit and run tweeting sessions, and caught a post from @cburnham mentioning the release to iTunes of Shh... (The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6890805491050830273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/musical-review-la-dauphine-shh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6890805491050830273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6890805491050830273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/musical-review-la-dauphine-shh.html' title='Musical Review: La Dauphine, &quot;Shh...&quot;'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5417140489_b4c53e63be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-724260640339929369</id><published>2011-02-14T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:49:42.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people skills'/><title type='text'>Human Behavior: Danielle Interviews Isabelle</title><summary type='text'>Danielle Davis sits bolt upright—her cellphone laid clock facing up on a table for two in a cafe downtown—and glares at the entrance. The clock reads 10:02 AM. Her tailored, navy-blue, wool business suit shouts, “I mean business!” A simple but distinctive necklace made of large silver links interrupted periodically by topaz tiles that match her eyes almost exactly hangs down to her waist. With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/724260640339929369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-behavior-danielle-interviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/724260640339929369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/724260640339929369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-behavior-danielle-interviews.html' title='Human Behavior: Danielle Interviews Isabelle'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8064502143590721639</id><published>2011-02-12T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:49:11.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people skills'/><title type='text'>Human Behavior: Game Plan</title><summary type='text'>Since posting about human behavior recently I have struggled with how to present the material. I have decided to invent a cast of fictitious characters and write soap opera style stories about how they interact with each other.

If all goes well, you and I will learn:
 To understand our own behavior model: how we differ from others and what our strengths are
To read others' behavior model
To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8064502143590721639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-behavior-game-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8064502143590721639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8064502143590721639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-behavior-game-plan.html' title='Human Behavior: Game Plan'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4713876554030363041</id><published>2011-02-08T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:14:00.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Gift</title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from an article about gifts for men on their 40th birthday:

"Of the milestone birthdays that men reach, 40 may be the most pivotal.  It means closing the book on some of the more youthful dreams and  pursuits, while celebrating the positive results of several decades of  hard work and long-lasting relationships."

Oh, man, is that presumptive. I have precisely one long term </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4713876554030363041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/special-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4713876554030363041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4713876554030363041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/special-gift.html' title='Special Gift'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4730653132258490905</id><published>2011-02-07T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:22:09.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fighter</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from watching The Fighter. And the bank. And the grocery store. And the gas station. Two gas stations, actually, because the first was out of gas. Well, not all gas, just regular, and it's already ridiculously expensive and an extra forty cents per ten gallons is $4, and now we're talking about the principle of the thing...

Focus.

I just got back from watching The Fighter. I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4730653132258490905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/fighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4730653132258490905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4730653132258490905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/02/fighter.html' title='The Fighter'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv_O4NkD9_k/TVC7ep16IXI/AAAAAAAABgo/jHTRfrHFh_s/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-02-07+at+10.40.04+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1014216461435488813</id><published>2011-01-31T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:47:54.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people skills'/><title type='text'>Human Behavior: People Are People</title><summary type='text'>Personality traits are preferences, much the same as being right or left handed.

Names that authors give to the four personality archetypes vary and are often archaic. These articles will use plain language words: Direct, Interactive, Steady, and Calculating. Likewise, the phrase "personality types" suggests you are stuck with your preference. Here we'll discuss "behaviors," because these can be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1014216461435488813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/human-behavior-people-are-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1014216461435488813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1014216461435488813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/human-behavior-people-are-people.html' title='Human Behavior: People Are People'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv_O4NkD9_k/TUdoKvyZ9yI/AAAAAAAABgg/L-ZmNAsknlM/s72-c/DISC+Model+of+Human+Behavior.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4714262667016945781</id><published>2011-01-26T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:48:42.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people skills'/><title type='text'>Slow Talker: Stupid, Introverted, or Both?</title><summary type='text'>Hey, quick one tonight. I was talking with my friend the other day about a friend of hers, whose behavior had confused her. I asked if he talked slow or fast. Her reply was, "He's not stupid."

Wow. That's an eye opener. I'm a slow talker. I wonder what she thinks of me?

People are either fast or slow paced. Fast paced people act, then think. Slow paced people think, then act. Fast paced people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4714262667016945781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow-talker-stupid-introverted-or-both.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4714262667016945781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4714262667016945781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow-talker-stupid-introverted-or-both.html' title='Slow Talker: Stupid, Introverted, or Both?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4136565543698708649</id><published>2011-01-22T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:05:49.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Attack (@mellank, @sethdesantis)</title><summary type='text'>This post comes to you by special request. Some background: during the day I am a Windows computer network administrator. I know all there is to know about Windows, save perhaps how to compile it from source. If I just lost you, I'm qualified to teach you.

Last year, while I was rushing to finish my taxes, my Windows laptop broke. It is a computer I had only recently refurbished. My back up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4136565543698708649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/mac-attack-mellank-sethdesantis.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4136565543698708649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4136565543698708649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/mac-attack-mellank-sethdesantis.html' title='Mac Attack (@mellank, @sethdesantis)'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4730198232945915507</id><published>2011-01-19T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T03:16:19.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy" Birthday</title><summary type='text'>February 15, 2005, 7:00 pm

I sit alone in the frigid vestibule of a Red Lobster. I didn't want Red Lobster. I didn't want to eat out. I was bullied into it. It's my 34th birthday.

As I wait for my wife to arrive and maliciously track her progress against the hostess finding us a table, I stare absentmindedly at a young couple on the bench opposite me. They are all over each other; enjoying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4730198232945915507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4730198232945915507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4730198232945915507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday.html' title='&quot;Happy&quot; Birthday'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7842007442246252204</id><published>2011-01-03T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:48:58.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Super Power?</title><summary type='text'>My standard answer is that I have two powers: invisibility and mind control. I'm wondering now if my invisibility isn't rather a feat of mind control. That is, am I projecting my own wish not to be seen into the minds of others? This seems likely, as I can always be seen by children and animals. I want them to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7842007442246252204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-your-super-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7842007442246252204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7842007442246252204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-your-super-power.html' title='What&apos;s Your Super Power?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2514507321523974670</id><published>2010-12-31T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:27:24.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve, Bobbo Style</title><summary type='text'>First, Happy New Year!

I live alone. I dislike crowds. There are no prospective dates for this evening. I have a new blu-ray player and a copy of Avatar. Pizza and a movie at home seemed like the way to go. How long should it take one man to coordinate pizza and a movie in his own living room with nobody but him? I'll get back to you on that.

I was out when I decided. At first, I thought the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2514507321523974670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-bobbo-style.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2514507321523974670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2514507321523974670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-bobbo-style.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve, Bobbo Style'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv_O4NkD9_k/TR6e3SsZWwI/AAAAAAAABgY/HbOh3MEBIoc/s72-c/IMG_0278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1818601657419817070</id><published>2010-12-27T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:36:16.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversationalism</title><summary type='text'>Maybe this happens to you? An acquaintance sidles up to you and hovers until acknowledged. Once acknowledged, he and you exchange pleasantries, ask about each others' weekend and/or recent holiday. Your story is brief, "I went here and did that with this person. We had fun."His, however, is verbose. "I went there with whom and we met So and Sew, who each brought X, Y, and Z. It's funny, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1818601657419817070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/conversationalism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1818601657419817070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1818601657419817070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/conversationalism.html' title='Conversationalism'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3280279800195222470</id><published>2010-12-23T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:19:43.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would YOU Do?</title><summary type='text'>I am turning the tables this time. Before I get to it, I need to lay down some background info. Check it.

I am an introvert. That literally means my reality is internal. As such I think far more than I interact with others. Even though I love people, I don't wish to speak to them.

I have been extremely shy all my life. It is common for all people, but especially who are confident or extroverted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3280279800195222470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3280279800195222470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3280279800195222470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-do.html' title='What Would YOU Do?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-203980981709707554</id><published>2010-12-22T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:51:25.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><summary type='text'>It's a good idea from time to time—especially at times when we're sad, discouraged, or depressed—to take a moment, a pencil, and a sheet of paper, and write down every item for which you are grateful. You may draw a blank, at first. Here are a few to get the ball rolling:
ten fingers
working legs and feet
good health
breathing
father
mother
siblings
spouse
children
electricity
pay check
friends
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/203980981709707554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/count-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/203980981709707554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/203980981709707554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6315089743601757387</id><published>2010-12-13T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:25:08.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><summary type='text'>Sugar cookies. They have been calling to me for days. My favorite are those from Hannaford's bakery. But they aren't there! There isn't even an empty spot on the shelf where they should be  The horror! Then so something happened which has not happened, perhaps ever. My search expanded to the bakery aisle. The where?! Yes, you read that correctly. There was no sugar cookie mix. Now, that's just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6315089743601757387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6315089743601757387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6315089743601757387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3804446450806450682</id><published>2010-12-12T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:13:36.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need ALL Those Shoes (@sue215)</title><summary type='text'>Christmas shopping: I was sloshing around in the freezing rain. A very light, breathable pair of running shoes was all that separated my increasingly soggy socks from an inch of cold, standing water. My thoughts turned to footwear. A vision formed in my mind of soft, brown leather with seems sealed against the elements: Timberland, perhaps? But wait, that description is very familiar. Echoes in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3804446450806450682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-all-those-shoes-sue215.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3804446450806450682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3804446450806450682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-all-those-shoes-sue215.html' title='I Need ALL Those Shoes (@sue215)'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6973624637760571562</id><published>2010-12-11T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:42:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogbert Cleans Our Office</title><summary type='text'>  Comic for December 11, 2010 DILBERT DAILY STRIP | DECEMBER 11, 2010 http://pulsene.ws/uxdl     -- Shared via Pulse, an awesome news reader for iPad, iPhone and Android. Check it out! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6973624637760571562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/dogbert-cleans-our-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6973624637760571562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6973624637760571562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/dogbert-cleans-our-office.html' title='Dogbert Cleans Our Office'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2466833744690830537</id><published>2010-12-09T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:46:39.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning in December</title><summary type='text'>The room is dimly lit by the little bit of sun slipping past the mostly-shut, vertical blinds. A tiny sliver of blue sky peeks around the broken slat which has fallen down and rests gently on its neighbor. Comfortable temperatures on my sofa, fresh energy from a good night's sleep, and the bird chirping on the window sill stir in me feelings of a chilly spring morning; the herald of a warm, sunny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2466833744690830537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-in-december.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2466833744690830537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2466833744690830537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-in-december.html' title='Morning in December'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6336140723013485410</id><published>2010-12-03T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:07:04.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Most Popular DYAC’s From November 2010</title><summary type='text'> I just had to share these. Sorry, Mom, the language is bad, but this really happens every time I type on my phone. Thanks to twitter.com/sue215 and twitter.com/dri1humanity0 for sharing the site with me, originally.  The 10 Most Popular DYAC's From November 2010 DAMN YOU AUTO CORRECT! | DECEMBER 2, 2010 http://pulsene.ws/qvyR   These were the 10 most viewed, most shared, and most popular images </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6336140723013485410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-most-popular-dyacs-from-november.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6336140723013485410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6336140723013485410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-most-popular-dyacs-from-november.html' title='The 10 Most Popular DYAC’s From November 2010'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-286257854092428702</id><published>2010-11-26T18:39:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:13:15.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Blogs on a Friday Night (@MellanK)</title><summary type='text'>But not just any Friday night: the day after Thanksgiving. I live near a mall. There was no traffic backed up preventing me from entering my apartment complex after work, which was fortunate. Still I don't want to press my luck by venturing out. Perhaps it's a stay in with Pixar DVDs night?

Tonight's topic is a shout out to my Twitter BFF @MellanK. We've discussed her before. Today she helped me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/286257854092428702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-blogs-on-friday-night-mellank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/286257854092428702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/286257854092428702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-blogs-on-friday-night-mellank.html' title='He Blogs on a Friday Night (@MellanK)'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8954965477478302537</id><published>2010-11-21T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:18:59.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Sunday</title><summary type='text'>I've been putting off updating my phone, because to do so I need to update my computer, and the two together take three to six hours. Not my idea of a good time. C'est la vie.

Today I decide to do it, mostly because if I'm doing this very important thing, I can continue ignoring the ridiculous pile of laundry in my bed room.

So, I hook up the WiFi (easy). I turn on my... crap, did I leave that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8954965477478302537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/update-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8954965477478302537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8954965477478302537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/update-sunday.html' title='Update Sunday'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6563121406516606997</id><published>2010-11-21T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:49:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairwell, Pasta Factory</title><summary type='text'>I used to call this my "poverty diet." From now on it will be known as "eating responsibly;" that is, fiscally responsible.

Buying a new car six months ahead of schedule forced me to finance it. The terms of the loan are fantastic, but it's still an unwanted debt. Careful planning will enable me to pay it off quickly. There is no room in "careful planning" for dining out three times daily. Once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6563121406516606997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/fairwell-pasta-factory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6563121406516606997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6563121406516606997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/fairwell-pasta-factory.html' title='Fairwell, Pasta Factory'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7002628051269206384</id><published>2010-11-19T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:57:40.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Phone, the Universe, and Everything</title><summary type='text'>This is a blog about the interconnectedness of all things. Today, I left my phone at home. I was already running late, or I would have returned home to get it. Here's how the day unfolded.

Some background: I had several essential pieces of equipment break on my car the month it needs to be inspected. My options were empty my bank account for repairs and still have an old car, or buy a newer car.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7002628051269206384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-phone-universe-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7002628051269206384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7002628051269206384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-phone-universe-and-everything.html' title='My Phone, the Universe, and Everything'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8520721375388561477</id><published>2010-11-06T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:47:14.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blogger-spot</title><summary type='text'>I blog from my mobile device. It is evident from your design decisions that you never expected I would. Blogger/Blogspot is difficult to read on mobile devices. Posting and commenting do not work properly. Your talent at all things web are evident. The blogs are beautiful and easy to set up. Posting by email is handy, and is the means I normally use from my mobile, however it is incomplete: meant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8520721375388561477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-blogger-spot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8520721375388561477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8520721375388561477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-blogger-spot.html' title='Dear Blogger-spot'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4829121161272121451</id><published>2010-11-05T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:47:08.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging with Style(-us)</title><summary type='text'>One of my obstacles to frequent blogging, aside from having little to say, and as I've mentioned previously, is that I'm rarely in front of a computer outside of my job. I do almost everything I need in a month with my phone. As I've also mentioned, I hate typing on it. I have large hands. My fingers don't fit, and I can't see the magnified letters through the back of my hand. 

My sister was in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4829121161272121451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-with-style-us.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4829121161272121451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4829121161272121451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-with-style-us.html' title='Blogging with Style(-us)'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8982434325066059955</id><published>2010-10-24T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:33:17.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Apple Makes Money</title><summary type='text'>Tallahassee Schmallahassee cost me a lot of money. Why? It was the first music I bought on iTunes. Now, buying music on iTunes is a habit to the tune of about $30/month.

Before I rarely ever bought music, because by the time I got to the music store (online or off) I forgot what song I heard as I was walking through the mall that made me think of an artist whose albums I would like to add to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8982434325066059955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-apple-makes-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8982434325066059955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8982434325066059955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-apple-makes-money.html' title='How Apple Makes Money'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5281684356458695000</id><published>2010-10-24T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:22:03.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around Comes Around</title><summary type='text'>This expression has become hackneyed. Often a person who is wronged in some way will quote, "What goes around comes around," or something similar. He may believe he is being positive and taking his lumps in stride by wishing some ill befall his transgressor.

I believe the person in the above example has it backward. When I want good to befall me, I must be good to others first. In order for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5281684356458695000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-goes-around-comes-around.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5281684356458695000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5281684356458695000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What Goes Around Comes Around'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6254667016354932501</id><published>2010-10-24T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:12:40.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for the Kids</title><summary type='text'>I'm at The Pasta Factory getting my chicken parm on and blogging like a fiend. As I peer over the top of my laptop screen I see a couple and their two little girls. It is a beautiful family. Both parents are interacting lovingly with their children, but not with each other. It looks as if they are two strangers crammed into the same side of a booth against their will.

It's sad, but this doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6254667016354932501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6254667016354932501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6254667016354932501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-for-kids.html' title='Living for the Kids'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8125560966363384667</id><published>2010-10-24T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:06:03.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Blog Schedules</title><summary type='text'>In short, there is no schedule. Partly because this blog is for me, not you. No offense. Also, because most of my best ideas come to me at inappropriate times: at work, walking through the mall, standing in the shower, etc. Lastly, it might take me two weeks to find free time and a WiFi hot spot in the same place.

The result of this is you, dear reader, may get a blast of blogs once every week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8125560966363384667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-blog-schedules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8125560966363384667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8125560966363384667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-blog-schedules.html' title='On Blog Schedules'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4462617521588794911</id><published>2010-10-24T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:00:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cigar Box Guitar Project - Overview, Attempts One and Two</title><summary type='text'>Once there was a man named Bob. After a time of pondering how to regain interest in practicing to improve his virtuosity on guitar, he thought of Flamenco. Henceforth he would be known as el Bobbo.

El Bobbo procured an instrument befitting his budding expertise. What it does not befit, however, is his overhead cabinet above his office desk. Because of this, practice does not occur during what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4462617521588794911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/cigar-box-guitar-project-overview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4462617521588794911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4462617521588794911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/cigar-box-guitar-project-overview.html' title='The Cigar Box Guitar Project - Overview, Attempts One and Two'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1553216142086854255</id><published>2010-10-21T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:43:57.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Ticket Standard</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1553216142086854255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-ticket-standard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1553216142086854255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1553216142086854255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-ticket-standard.html' title='The Movie Ticket Standard'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6377454617338265589</id><published>2010-10-17T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:20:50.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flamenco Project - Overview</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I started this project last winter, probably at or around my birthday. About that time I was inspired to learn Flamenco guitar. I was bored with what I've been doing: accompanying myself singing pop/rock songs. I was looking for a new sound and a challenge. Well, I found them.

After hitting the internet for some background information and a few tutorials, I took my steel string guitar and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6377454617338265589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/flamenco-project-overview.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6377454617338265589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6377454617338265589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/flamenco-project-overview.html' title='The Flamenco Project - Overview'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7322109202822124355</id><published>2010-10-10T15:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:07:35.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Still Need a Laptop?</title><summary type='text'>I waltzed into the local Apple store on launch day and purchased the iPhone 4 with the most GBs. I haven't set it down for more than a few minutes since.   It does everything I need to do in a day, sometimes better than my MacBook. I get email, IM, txt, phone, Facebook, and Twitter messages all in one spot, with remarkably consistent user interface. Using Flixster I can browse theaters local to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7322109202822124355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-do-i-still-need-laptop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7322109202822124355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7322109202822124355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-do-i-still-need-laptop.html' title='Why Do I Still Need a Laptop?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5548263713755140307</id><published>2010-10-10T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:54:33.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phrase is "Intents and Purposes"</title><summary type='text'>Several times recently, I've read the phrase, "For all intents and purposes," written, "For all intensive purposes." While this might be a typo—I have a tendency to type "every" instead of "ever" and "boib" instead of "Bob"—it may also be excellent examples of something that bothers and disappoints me.  I'm not a fan of clichés or other catch phrases. People tend to use such phrases without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5548263713755140307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/phrase-is-intents-and-purposes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5548263713755140307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5548263713755140307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/phrase-is-intents-and-purposes.html' title='The Phrase is &quot;Intents and Purposes&quot;'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-901544756908533208</id><published>2010-10-10T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:44:04.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Point Urban Interchange</title><summary type='text'>Some things I know, I'd rather not. For instance, I don't need to know what a single point urban interchange (SPUI) is.

Nevertheless, I became aware of this via exit6.org, a website thoughtfully created by the NYS Department of Transportation to explain what in blazes they've been doing to a very busy intersection near my home this year.

Today was the first I drove through the now completed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/901544756908533208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/single-point-urban-interchange.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/901544756908533208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/901544756908533208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/single-point-urban-interchange.html' title='Single Point Urban Interchange'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7762781987866772644</id><published>2010-10-07T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:30:15.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Om-nom-nom-inous</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I was sitting quietly between meetings at a salesconference, contemplating my imminent consumption of a cookie, when Ithought to myself, "I'm om-nom-nom-inous!" This promptly became myTwitter bio, but what does it mean?For those unaware, "om-nom-nom" is a textual representation of thesound Cookie Monster makes when he eats. You know Cookie Monster. FromSesame Street? Oh, never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7762781987866772644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/om-nom-nom-inous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7762781987866772644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7762781987866772644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/10/om-nom-nom-inous.html' title='Om-nom-nom-inous'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4125072595143899075</id><published>2010-09-28T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:53:54.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How A Bumble Bee Broke My Leg</title><summary type='text'>A group of convention goers exit their tour bus in the hotel parkinglot. Greg shouts after Dharma, "Hey, watch out there's a..."Dharma, startled, turns to face him, but does not stop walking; nowwalking backwards toward the curb. "Sorry, wha-?""There's a bumble bee.""What?! Oh! Where?"While the two of them flail at the innocent insect, Dharma stumblesover the curb.True story.Except the broken leg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4125072595143899075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-bumble-bee-broke-my-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4125072595143899075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4125072595143899075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-bumble-bee-broke-my-leg.html' title='How A Bumble Bee Broke My Leg'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2518492857646501544</id><published>2010-09-28T22:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:46:53.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on Fire</title><summary type='text'>One of the side effects of my quarterly sales conference is rushing.Our schedule is so tight we run between destinations, or as close torunning as security personnel allow. We even "sleep fast," as we callit.The bus returned at 2:30a Monday morning. I slept until 10:30a. Icaught up on personal messages, RSS feeds, and tweets. Showered anddressed. First meal and errands until 2:30p. Work on guitar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2518492857646501544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2518492857646501544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2518492857646501544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-on-fire.html' title='Man on Fire'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-703546080665977835</id><published>2010-09-27T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:25:31.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Lobster</title><summary type='text'>Fred used to work at Pizza Hut. He now works at Red Lobster. Wilmatells a Betty a story about how Pebbles now refers to his workplace asLobster Hut. Giggling ensues.Barney interrupts to say, "Or you could call it Pizza Lobster."At first, we assumed he was making fun. After some back and forth, andundue amounts of laughter, we determined he wasn't. Asks Barney, "Whywould it be Lobster Hut?""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/703546080665977835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/pizza-lobster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/703546080665977835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/703546080665977835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/pizza-lobster.html' title='Pizza Lobster'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-758340816455488689</id><published>2010-09-24T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:09:40.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Point</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a hotel room. I just sat in the desk chair, which tippedbackward unexpectedly. Do you know that feeling? I've been feeling ita lot, lately.There are blogs I never published, because they aren't public. Thisexplains, partly, the gap in my posting. I have things on my mind Icannot share. Or I can share different things with different people.When is the last time you felt that way? Have you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/758340816455488689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/breaking-point.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/758340816455488689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/758340816455488689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking Point'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3265786019216458929</id><published>2010-09-20T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:58:24.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Sure You Want To Know?</title><summary type='text'>I'm an honest person. The term "brutally honest?" They're talking about me.This gives rise to my slogan, "Before you ask a question, be sure youwant the answer.Overall, I'm happy with the result.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3265786019216458929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-sure-you-want-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3265786019216458929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3265786019216458929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-sure-you-want-to-know.html' title='Are You Sure You Want To Know?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4964619681697043892</id><published>2010-09-02T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:54:18.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Will Be Done: @AvaApollo and @el_bobbo</title><summary type='text'> Ava Apollo (@AvaApollo)9/2/10 12:34 PMhahaha how I sexted a doucher. Amazingness.  Bob Thompson (@el_Bobbo)9/2/10 12:36 PM☺ glad you like. How's Thursday treating you?  Ava Apollo (@AvaApollo)9/2/10 1:05 PMthink I have the flu :-/ so I'm tweeting nyquil references and undoubtedly offending former addicts and encouraging current ones  Bob Thompson (@el_Bobbo)9/2/10 1:07 PMIt's a test. The weak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4964619681697043892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-will-be-done-avaapollo-and-elbobbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4964619681697043892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4964619681697043892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-will-be-done-avaapollo-and-elbobbo.html' title='Your Will Be Done: @AvaApollo and @el_bobbo'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4957204041263699093</id><published>2010-08-31T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:41:06.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>iPhone + BackBeat 903 Weirdness</title><summary type='text'>I think this is the fault of iOS4, honestly. I'm sporting the very stylish and functional Plantronics BackBeat 903 bluetooth headset which pumps bass boosted tunage into my ear canals for almost an entire workday. I usually charge them at lunch time, or give them a rest if the office quiets for a little bit.
Plantronics BackBeat 903, image used without permission. Click here for manufacturer's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4957204041263699093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/iphone-backbeat-903-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4957204041263699093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4957204041263699093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/iphone-backbeat-903-weirdness.html' title='iPhone + BackBeat 903 Weirdness'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6338697986610710760</id><published>2010-08-30T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:25:29.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><summary type='text'>I can say this because I used to be one. Some people expect happinessto happen to them. While I understand the feeling, I found out that'snit how life works.Let's say you think life owes you corn. Life will give you corn, butfirst you have to put corn in the ground. Then, life gives you morecorn than you can use.Happiness is like that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6338697986610710760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6338697986610710760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6338697986610710760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5172890666212266843</id><published>2010-08-28T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:35:04.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I have this friend...</title><summary type='text'>My coworker, let's call him Mike. No, not that Mike. I work with about ten Mikes. Everybody knows a Mike.

Right.

So Mike's situation would make an excellent teen novel and subsequent feature film. You see, he's a vampire who is in love with a high school girl named Bella... Wait, that's not right.

Mike likes a girl. We'll call her Michelle. No, not that Michelle. Please, try to focus. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5172890666212266843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-i-have-this-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5172890666212266843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5172890666212266843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-i-have-this-friend.html' title='So, I have this friend...'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5900279627596102811</id><published>2010-08-25T19:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:06:30.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><summary type='text'>Would you like to know how all this What Would el Bobbo Do stuff started? Of course!My close, personal friend and I were at a tweet up near my home in Albany, NY. The topic of discussion was work; customer service, overflowing inboxes, and nagging bosses. So my friend says (paraphrased), "I was so happy! One customer I helped sent me a hand-written, thank-you note! Then I got back to my phone and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5900279627596102811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/genesis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5900279627596102811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5900279627596102811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7511590782201835011</id><published>2010-08-25T18:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:33:42.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That on My Shirt?</title><summary type='text'>So I had a lot of obstacles on the way to work this morning. The first was my realization that all my clean clothes were wadded up on the floor in the living room. Ironing?! Ugh!A bunch of red lights, drivers with opposing objectives, and trafficky street crossings later, I look down and see SPOTS ON MY SHIRT! Where did they come from? This is not cool.  What would el Bobbo do?I reached into my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7511590782201835011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-that-on-my-shirt.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7511590782201835011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7511590782201835011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-that-on-my-shirt.html' title='What&apos;s That on My Shirt?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7603540876542570499</id><published>2010-08-19T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:38:08.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><summary type='text'>I was reading the other day about the difference between confidence and cockiness.  I was planning a lengthy comment on the linked blog post, but after  thinking about it a while I decided to post a new topic here, because  this is a very interesting topic to me.

I can summarize  my point very succinctly: when a nice person tries to act cocky it  comes across as confidence. What behavior sets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7603540876542570499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/confidence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7603540876542570499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7603540876542570499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3775772727695133889</id><published>2010-08-19T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:56:34.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would el_Bobbo Do?</title><summary type='text'>My new best friend (well, until she called me old) has a new slogan: What Would el_Bobbo Do? I'm a natural problem solver. She shows great wisdom for one so young.

Kidding aside, I've updated my blog with the phrase, because while this space is still for my random thoughts, my random thoughts tend to center around observing and interacting with people. I love people from afar, and learning to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3775772727695133889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-would-elbobbo-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3775772727695133889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3775772727695133889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-would-elbobbo-do.html' title='What Would el_Bobbo Do?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7581983937479864649</id><published>2010-08-16T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:32:25.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Twitter Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Darth Vader (@DepressedDarth) 8/16/10 4:19 PM@LordPalpatine That would make the 2nd one Kill Ball. Vol 2. Emperor Palpatine (@LordPalpatine) 8/16/10 4:13 PM@DepressedDarth I thought it was Kill Ball. Darth Vader (@DepressedDarth) 8/16/10 4:12 PMLittle known fact: Lucas' working name for the Death Star was "Explosion Sphere." He was creative, but it didn't always come naturally. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7581983937479864649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-twitter-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7581983937479864649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7581983937479864649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-twitter-conversation.html' title='Best Twitter Conversation'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6767579181759392017</id><published>2010-08-09T10:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:41:13.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid Comparing Yourself To Others</title><summary type='text'>I've been saying this a lot recently, to a lot of different people. Here's the thing, no one can be as good a you as you are. You may want to improve, to be the best you you can be. In fact, I encourage you to spend your life learning and improving*. The pitfall is when you start comparing yourself to others. So-and-so is prettier. So-and-so probably isn't. You're each just pretty in a different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6767579181759392017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/avoid-comparing-yourself-to-others.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6767579181759392017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6767579181759392017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/avoid-comparing-yourself-to-others.html' title='Avoid Comparing Yourself To Others'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-413575416789953443</id><published>2010-08-06T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:35:05.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Get Minions</title><summary type='text'>What follows is my recipe for mind control. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility.When dealing with the opposite gender, you may use the shortcut method. This entails feigning helplessness and using suggestive body language to imply a reward. After your white knight (non-gender-specific) rids you of the unpleasant task or situation, switch to "just friends" mode. Say, "Oh! You're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/413575416789953443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-get-minions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/413575416789953443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/413575416789953443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-get-minions.html' title='How to Get Minions'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7292081916041704890</id><published>2010-07-30T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:20:51.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgemental</title><summary type='text'>We judge others by their actions. We judge ourselves by our intentions.It's easy to sit behind our steering wheels and keyboards and pointout all the ways in which others are deficient."You cut me off, idiot!"When we bump into that same person on the street we're polite."Oh, I'm sorry!"I think the difference is that the offender gets a chance to explainand apologize.I recently had an epiphany. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7292081916041704890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/judgemental.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7292081916041704890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7292081916041704890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/judgemental.html' title='Judgemental'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5800613416643254975</id><published>2010-07-26T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:39:50.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone 4 "No Service"</title><summary type='text'>I was shopping in Lee, MA yesterday. While I was there, I noticed I had no cell service. It is unusual for me to have no service there, but it is in the middle of the Berkshires, so it's not that alarming. Others were talking on their phones, so I was suspicious. When I returned to Albany I still had no service. Then I knew something was wrong. I shut off the device, waited a few seconds, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5800613416643254975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/iphone-4-no-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5800613416643254975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5800613416643254975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/iphone-4-no-service.html' title='iPhone 4 &quot;No Service&quot;'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6089147527111925992</id><published>2010-07-21T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:20:41.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>My iPhone 4</title><summary type='text'>In short, I love it. I rarely set it down.

Would you like to know what apps I run? Sure.

Mail
I use the native Mail app. I love the unified inbox and the improved method of navigating the folders on each account separately. That was my killer app on the Blackberry. I would like to be able to Mark All Read, please, @Apple. Thanks in advance.

Twitter
I use the official Twitter for iPhone from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6089147527111925992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-iphone-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6089147527111925992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6089147527111925992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-iphone-4.html' title='My iPhone 4'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4258087453353429394</id><published>2010-06-18T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:14:39.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Secret to Weight Loss</title><summary type='text'>Eat less: exercise more.

I'm an overeater who leads a sedentary lifestyle. However, I had great success dropping from 270lbs to 210lbs in four months about ten years ago using Weight Watchers. I have studied nutrition and fitness during and since. This is what I found.

Depending on the size of our bodies and our activity levels, we burn between 1200 and 3000 calories per day. Thirty to 60 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4258087453353429394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-to-weight-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4258087453353429394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4258087453353429394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-to-weight-loss.html' title='The Secret to Weight Loss'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2468107668805627551</id><published>2010-06-18T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:06:25.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back(ground) What's Ours (Well, Theirs Really)</title><summary type='text'>Dear close, personal friend:

Launch http://www.google.com

At the bottom left of the page click, "Change background image." Pick something and click Select. Admire the image briefly, realize that it's slowing down your searches, then click, "Remove background image."

You're welcome.

Love,
Bob</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2468107668805627551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-background-whats-ours-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2468107668805627551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2468107668805627551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-background-whats-ours-well.html' title='Taking Back(ground) What&apos;s Ours (Well, Theirs Really)'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-2526982038152448993</id><published>2010-06-13T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:36:26.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Necromancy</title><summary type='text'>I'm bringing this blog back from the dead. Herein my thoughts which are longer than 140 characters or too permanent for the time line will be logged. Welcome back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/2526982038152448993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/necromancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2526982038152448993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/2526982038152448993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2010/06/necromancy.html' title='Necromancy'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-4992803947301320299</id><published>2008-08-04T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:30:17.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Out The Clowns</title><summary type='text'>When I was two or three years old my parents and I and perhaps my brother Tom, depending on if he was born yet, lived in an apartment on the first floor of an old farm house on Long Island, in Center Moriches, NY, I think. This was before my parents' divorce (obviously, if I'm not sure my brother was born, yet).We entered the house thru the kitchen, which was cramped by a large dining table. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/4992803947301320299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/08/send-in-clowns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4992803947301320299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/4992803947301320299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/08/send-in-clowns.html' title='Send Out The Clowns'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv_O4NkD9_k/SJdWRnRarAI/AAAAAAAABD4/kNt1QLEr4iA/s72-c/Lullaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6523253361159054230</id><published>2008-03-10T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:40:34.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Viral Treatments for Cancer</title><summary type='text'>"Specifically, they have modified a virus and injected it into mice with several kinds of inoperable brain cancer. Three days later, the tumors were gone."I think I saw this movie, too. Everybody died. Notice a theme? I slept through large portions of high school biology, but I seem to remember something about viruses and rapid, unpredictable mutations.Full article</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6523253361159054230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-viral-treatments-for-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6523253361159054230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6523253361159054230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-viral-treatments-for-cancer.html' title='On Viral Treatments for Cancer'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5649196148541814249</id><published>2008-03-03T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:42:23.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Know I'm on the Right Track</title><summary type='text'>I probably should have predicted this: within hours of my starting a strict eating program the girl scout cookies I ordered in the fall have arrived. That sort of reinforces that I made a good decision. It always seems to be that obstacles spring up at the moment I commit to a positive change.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5649196148541814249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-i-know-im-on-right-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5649196148541814249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5649196148541814249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-i-know-im-on-right-track.html' title='How I Know I&apos;m on the Right Track'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5569092203438150582</id><published>2008-02-29T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:23:24.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autonomous Weapons Are Bad. MmmKay?</title><summary type='text'>Today there's an article on Engadget that talks about hopes to legalize armed, autonomous robots on the battlefield. I find this very disturbing. Aside from the obvious concerns of inappropriate killing, I strongly believe there's a limit to what we should automate. Let's assume that it's unlikely that a sufficiently complex circuit will eventually and spontaneously become self aware (though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5569092203438150582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/autonomous-weapons-are-bad-mmmkay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5569092203438150582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5569092203438150582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/autonomous-weapons-are-bad-mmmkay.html' title='Autonomous Weapons Are Bad. MmmKay?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1313052343729718746</id><published>2008-02-23T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:36:30.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Thompson: Professional Customer</title><summary type='text'>I was joking with the waitresses at a restaurant I frequent that I should introduce myself as "professional customer." Today was unusually busy for an ordinary winter day. I don't personally understand why it's as slow as it is in the winter. I guess people associate bar-b-q with summer time.I've become friends with the owners and employees by virtue of the frequency of my visits, and all will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1313052343729718746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/bob-thompson-professional-customer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1313052343729718746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1313052343729718746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/bob-thompson-professional-customer.html' title='Bob Thompson: Professional Customer'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7607457795404813069</id><published>2008-02-20T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:53:20.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Scary</title><summary type='text'>http://www.tomshardware.com/2008/02/20/first_brain_controlled_video_gaming_headset_unveiled_/Hopefully this will be used for enabling technology. I feel strongly that we need to be careful about how far we advance technology. Computer chips, artificial intelligence, genetic engineering... Let's face facts. We don't know what we're doing, or what the consequences are. It's quite possible to end up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7607457795404813069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7607457795404813069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7607457795404813069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-scary.html' title='Very Scary'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-884069696101218882</id><published>2008-02-17T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:48:39.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Internet</title><summary type='text'>The internet is like a stream of consciousness, but its not your consciousness, and it's less like a stream than a bog that you wade out into then get stuck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/884069696101218882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/884069696101218882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/884069696101218882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-internet.html' title='Ode to Internet'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5003676667231911911</id><published>2008-02-17T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:28:55.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Desktop</title><summary type='text'>The power of the internet. I was reading Sarah Meyers' blog, who wrote about an interview she gave for someone else's blog, the topic of which was, "Show Me Your Desktop." Sarah asked for readers to post theirs. Here's mine.This is my personal computer. The applications I use daily are Firefox. Yep, that's it. Boring. I use it to connect to my various emails, voicemails, calendars, chatters, etc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5003676667231911911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/show-me-your-desktop.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5003676667231911911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5003676667231911911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2008/02/show-me-your-desktop.html' title='Show Me Your Desktop'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv_O4NkD9_k/R7j4umN4BBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9c0AVEvkvS8/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-6163123713850939212</id><published>2007-12-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:52:05.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Business Like Snow Business</title><summary type='text'>We're having our first big snow storm of the year. I'm at the office, carefully planning my commute home. Snow was more fun when I only worried about how long Mom would let me roll around in it before making me come back inside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/6163123713850939212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-business-like-snow-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6163123713850939212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/6163123713850939212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-business-like-snow-business.html' title='No Business Like Snow Business'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1226330875242416361</id><published>2007-11-26T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:36:32.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear that? No, you don't, do you?</title><summary type='text'>I just fixed my toilet, which has been running slowly for the better part of a year. At first I pretended it was a relaxing fountain trickling in the background. It takes me a long time to take action, but I attacked that little rubber stopper with a fury.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1226330875242416361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-hear-that-no-you-dont-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1226330875242416361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1226330875242416361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-hear-that-no-you-dont-do-you.html' title='Do you hear that? No, you don&apos;t, do you?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-5303755241647828637</id><published>2007-11-11T17:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:20:20.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><summary type='text'>The problem with Sundays is that by the time I'm finished napping, all the stores have closed, everyone has gone home and I have nothing to do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/5303755241647828637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5303755241647828637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/5303755241647828637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8546796776147615084</id><published>2007-10-29T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:36:51.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hat Day?!</title><summary type='text'>I work in a secure office. On Halloween, in lieu of masks that cover faces and pose security risks, we have a tradition of wearing funny, cool, or interesting hats to the office. I was looking forward to it this year, and had purchased a way cool Pirate hat at Wal~Mart. However, it seems like we're not doing it this year after all. That makes me sad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8546796776147615084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-hat-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8546796776147615084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8546796776147615084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-hat-day.html' title='No Hat Day?!'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7059585812604145301</id><published>2007-10-07T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:24:01.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to listen fast, but it sure is funny.</title><summary type='text'>A member of my gaming forum linked to a review of Halo 3. I have no interest in Halo 3 whatsoever, however that review is wildly entertaining. I found myself digging through all of the reviews on the site. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7059585812604145301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-have-to-listen-fast-but-it-sure-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7059585812604145301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7059585812604145301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-have-to-listen-fast-but-it-sure-is.html' title='You have to listen fast, but it sure is funny.'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8209709050383901209</id><published>2007-09-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:41:06.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Pool</title><summary type='text'>I found this very encouraging.Then I cried.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8209709050383901209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/dating-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8209709050383901209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8209709050383901209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/dating-pool.html' title='Dating Pool'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-1708900255956048117</id><published>2007-09-24T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:05:43.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident Fear</title><summary type='text'>I watched Resident Evil this weekend - all three of them. Getting that much RE in such a short time, all the details of all the movies are very vivid in my mind. Here's my take.Super Agent Alice fights to expose, stop, and eradicate evil weapons corporation. In the process she is subjected to repeated genetic manipulations which eventually grant her super powers. She is completely unafraid of man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/1708900255956048117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/resident-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1708900255956048117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/1708900255956048117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/resident-fear.html' title='Resident Fear'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3063446822938451982</id><published>2007-09-21T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:03:42.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Chilly</title><summary type='text'>Officially, summer ends at 9:21 AM on Sunday. However, we've had autumn weather since the end of August. Where did my summer go? The good news is I particularly like Autumn weather. My negative reaction to it is most likely due to my not expecting it. That might stem from a resistance to change.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3063446822938451982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-chilly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3063446822938451982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3063446822938451982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-chilly.html' title='It&apos;s Chilly'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3970913979846548706</id><published>2007-09-16T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:18:52.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Pixels</title><summary type='text'>This was fun for a few minutes:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3970913979846548706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-with-pixels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3970913979846548706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3970913979846548706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-with-pixels.html' title='Fun With Pixels'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-468943133541311380</id><published>2007-08-27T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:44:44.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Bush?</title><summary type='text'>I was playing Dungeon Runners last night and the topic of President Bush/War in Iraq came up. If you even occasionally poke your head from under the rock you know how that conversation went. My views on this topic are as follows.I voted for Pres. Bush who was the best candidate, in my opinion, and I trust him to do his job. I do not have all the information needed to make the decisions he does, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/468943133541311380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/hate-bush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/468943133541311380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/468943133541311380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/hate-bush.html' title='Hate Bush?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-7551104281558668573</id><published>2007-08-22T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:03:13.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves On The Ocean</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I look at waves on the ocean, lake or river, it seems to me they're moving in the opposite direction that the water is flowing. That always mesmerizes me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/7551104281558668573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/waves-on-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7551104281558668573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/7551104281558668573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/waves-on-ocean.html' title='Waves On The Ocean'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-3401949667136454009</id><published>2007-08-13T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:04:44.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Done With Softball</title><summary type='text'>This morning I looked at the sky and thought, "Please don't rain. I want to get [the softball season] over with."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/3401949667136454009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-done-with-softball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3401949667136454009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/3401949667136454009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-done-with-softball.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Done With Softball'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-269578260054767806</id><published>2007-08-06T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:06:43.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Milkshake Feel Like Love?</title><summary type='text'>I noticed over the weekend that over-eating gave me a similar sensation to receiving affection. A few hours later it left me with a few other sensations that reminded me of heart break, not the least of which was an upset stomach.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/269578260054767806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-this-milkshake-feel-like-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/269578260054767806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/269578260054767806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-this-milkshake-feel-like-love.html' title='Does This Milkshake Feel Like Love?'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-398208007741243952</id><published>2007-07-21T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:44:30.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light</title><summary type='text'>Is there any good reason that the porch light doesn't have a switch on the outside of the door?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/398208007741243952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-there-be-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/398208007741243952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/398208007741243952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-617173887510300805</id><published>2007-07-18T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:37:06.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Real life doesn't fit into tiny boxes that are drawn for it." -M. Night Shyamalan, UnbreakableI struggle with this concept. For instance, this morning I was very angry at a driver that was following me very closely, and who honked when I chose not to turn right at a red light. I wanted to get out of my car and walk over to his and tell him all the ways he was clearly wrong.He was not considering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/617173887510300805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-life-doesnt-fit-into-tiny-boxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/617173887510300805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/617173887510300805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-life-doesnt-fit-into-tiny-boxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-51198921181092399</id><published>2007-07-17T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:00:39.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalcy</title><summary type='text'>My boss said something beautiful to me yesterday, "Don't be normal. You wouldn't like being normal. We wouldn't like you if you were normal."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/51198921181092399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/normalcy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/51198921181092399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/51198921181092399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/normalcy.html' title='Normalcy'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790499359077970188.post-8482692875422381433</id><published>2007-07-09T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:01:34.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Recording Industry Business Practice</title><summary type='text'>This article came up randomly in the random article ticker on my gmail inbox. Following is an excerpt.Prince's latest gambit also succeeded by acknowledging that copies, not songs, are just about worthless in the digital age. The longer an album is on sale, the more likely it is that people can find somewhere to make a copy from a friend's CD or a stranger's shared-files folder. When copies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/feeds/8482692875422381433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-recording-industry-business-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8482692875422381433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/790499359077970188/posts/default/8482692875422381433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmt0215.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-recording-industry-business-practice.html' title='RE: Recording Industry Business Practice'/><author><name>Bob Thompson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101139167041442394792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJ_s1m-XeUw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABs8/kaOhklpbjMo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
