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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YAQH87eyp7ImA9WhRWFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803</id><updated>2012-01-03T20:05:41.103-05:00</updated><category term="Peru" /><category term="Thongcharm writes a management book" /><category term="Story of Thongcharm" /><category term="Philosophy Corner" /><category term="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="A Dog Named Kiki" /><category term="Pseudo Political Economic Theories" /><category term="Dangerous Rants" /><category term="Mixed Media" /><category term="Important product ideas" /><category term="From the ThongCharm Editorial Staff" /><category term="Software is Fun" /><category term="Techno Babble" /><category term="new product idea" /><category term="archetypal exercise instructors" /><category term="corporate personality types" /><category term="Regression" /><category term="Why did I do this" /><category term="Movie Moments" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="Handy Tips" /><category term="etymology" /><category term="Word of the Day" /><category term="Hell in a Handbasket" /><category term="community organizing" /><category term="Reality is always stranger than fiction" /><category term="Random Babble" /><category term="international cheesy movie serial" /><category term="definitions by priya for $500" /><category term="The Parkers" /><category term="Food" /><category term="drakkar" /><category term="Indian Personality Disorder" /><category term="espana 2009" /><category term="Learning Hindi" /><category term="Dance" /><category term="The Horrors of Travel" /><category term="*Best of ThongCharm" /><title>ThongCharm</title><subtitle type="html">Very Nearly an Empire</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1324</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire" /><feedburner:info uri="thongcharm-verynearlyanempire" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YAQHw7fip7ImA9WhRWFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-403627383702667138</id><published>2012-01-03T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:05:41.206-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T20:05:41.206-05:00</app:edited><title>We've Moved!</title><summary type="html">Loyal Readers -- One final reminder that we have moved to thongcharm.tumblr.com.  I have set the redirect from www.thongcharm.com -- so that link should continue to work.   Thanks for sticking with us!--Lilac and Priya &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/I218e8wPErQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/403627383702667138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=403627383702667138" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/403627383702667138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/403627383702667138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/I218e8wPErQ/weve-moved.html" title="We've Moved!" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2012/01/weve-moved.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ERXs6fip7ImA9WhRSGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-492922609148372750</id><published>2011-11-22T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:15:04.516-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T00:15:04.516-05:00</app:edited><title>We have a new Blog</title><summary type="html">Pardon our schizophrenia as we move to a new blog on TUMBLR.  Insert happy la la music here.  Finally I will no longer have Tumblr envy!http://thongcharm.tumblr.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/Ggt87kqS87M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/492922609148372750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=492922609148372750" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/492922609148372750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/492922609148372750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/Ggt87kqS87M/we-have-new-blog.html" title="We have a new Blog" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-have-new-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCRHw_fSp7ImA9WhRSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7730571851322201171</id><published>2011-11-17T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:21:05.245-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T18:21:05.245-05:00</app:edited><title>Doctor's Offices Pet Peeves</title><summary type="html">Perhaps because I'm a business person I like to see things run professionally.  It just scares me when:The doctor doubles as receptionist.The receptionist speaks loudly, yells at you and also does not enunciate her words (actually this one has happened multiple times). The doctor's office requires you to come in-person to fix medical billing errors to talk with some guy named Steve who sits at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/wDWm1yJSrQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7730571851322201171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7730571851322201171" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7730571851322201171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7730571851322201171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/wDWm1yJSrQ8/doctors-offices-pet-peeves.html" title="Doctor's Offices Pet Peeves" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctors-offices-pet-peeves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ERnY5fip7ImA9WhRSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-2006088105202039948</id><published>2011-11-11T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:43:27.826-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T11:43:27.826-05:00</app:edited><title>Forward me that email?</title><summary type="html">Back when I worked with Molson, so many years ago (Hi Molson!), we set up a system. No article was ever forwarded without a succinct 1-sentence description of why you should care. Why? Because a link and a "this is cool" subject line is absolutely useless.   On a plane, I get no access to it - and in consulting this was a significant amount of my timeHalf the articles written on earth seem to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/_RLAhu0n8-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/2006088105202039948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=2006088105202039948" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/2006088105202039948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/2006088105202039948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/_RLAhu0n8-Q/forward-me-that-email.html" title="Forward me that email?" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/forward-me-that-email.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMRnk4fCp7ImA9WhRTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7471613135273856391</id><published>2011-11-10T06:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:29:47.734-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T06:29:47.734-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thongcharm writes a management book" /><title>Bureaucracy, as defined by Pynchon</title><summary type="html">As I continue in my unending quest to read all Thomas Pynchon books ever written, enjoy this particular line from Gravity's Rainbow.  The scene - a mental/research institution called the White Visitation.  The issue - that one Brigadier Pudding might be shutting down Pointsman's pavlovian program.  The program - a series of surreptitious tests on a man who has an uncanny ability to predict where &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/Xvr2oWZIZvg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7471613135273856391/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7471613135273856391" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7471613135273856391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7471613135273856391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/Xvr2oWZIZvg/bureaucracy-as-defined-by-pynchon.html" title="Bureaucracy, as defined by Pynchon" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/bureaucracy-as-defined-by-pynchon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQXc6cCp7ImA9WhRTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-6415289959641893660</id><published>2011-11-09T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:08:50.918-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T10:08:50.918-05:00</app:edited><title>You Rang?</title><summary type="html">I'm in a funny position in my company. As the product marketer of the cheese, I actually tend to know a lot about the entire cheese process. To many people, I'm the only person marketing cheese - they don't know that there's a cheese advertising division placing "MooNow!" ads on Facebook and a cheese analyst interface decision, trying to woo the good people of Food &amp;amp; Wine and Gourmet magazine. I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/N9YbfmkixTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/6415289959641893660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=6415289959641893660" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/6415289959641893660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/6415289959641893660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/N9YbfmkixTk/you-rang.html" title="You Rang?" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-rang.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDRng4fip7ImA9WhRTFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-4716845573659609896</id><published>2011-11-06T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:32:57.636-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T08:32:57.636-05:00</app:edited><title>Party on the A Train</title><summary type="html">A Train, 6:30 PM, Saturday Night1st - 6 teenagers clap and sing in a circle while their friends take turns doing half hearted dance moves in the circlethey leavenext stop - A guy with an accordian gets on, plays a few lackluster notes and then his 10 year old son goes around collecting moneythey leavenext stop - A very large man dressed as an african magi gets on, saying something about something&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/ESm8wU17Kqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/4716845573659609896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=4716845573659609896" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/4716845573659609896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/4716845573659609896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/ESm8wU17Kqw/party-on-a-train.html" title="Party on the A Train" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/11/party-on-a-train.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ESHsyeip7ImA9WhdaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-5555345290487602221</id><published>2011-10-27T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:33:29.592-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T22:33:29.592-05:00</app:edited><title>there must be an art</title><summary type="html">to speaking to someone in their language, but not speaking to them on their terms&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/RIHCTiYzC5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/5555345290487602221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=5555345290487602221" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5555345290487602221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5555345290487602221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/RIHCTiYzC5s/there-must-be-art.html" title="there must be an art" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-must-be-art.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRX4_fCp7ImA9WhdaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-321509173990363231</id><published>2011-10-24T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:42:34.044-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T21:42:34.044-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="international cheesy movie serial" /><title>Lifetime Movie Network vs. Bollywood</title><summary type="html">I recently watched some movie on LMN.  Here is what happened and here is the Bollywood equivalent in italics.  Don't ask me the name of the movie, I don't know.* A woman, let's call her Kim, is picking up her nephew from school he is hit by a car and dies.(Bollywood translation: A stuck up, citified woman is having her driver pick up her nephew from school, they have a car accident with an &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/Iuwhf3xUv5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/321509173990363231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=321509173990363231" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/321509173990363231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/321509173990363231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/Iuwhf3xUv5I/lifetime-movie-network-vs-bollywood.html" title="Lifetime Movie Network vs. Bollywood" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifetime-movie-network-vs-bollywood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MASXYyeyp7ImA9WhdaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-5573471213584016339</id><published>2011-10-22T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:10:48.893-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-22T07:10:48.893-05:00</app:edited><title>Becoming a Celebrity Chef</title><summary type="html">I watch a LOT of cooking television, so Mario and Gordon and Morimoto-san and Bobby, and all those folks are regulars in my house. I've learned almost nothing from them (Alton Brown, however...)  but I've often wondered about their path to greatness. Not just to great chef-hood, but to becoming celebrity. And for those of you watching the popcorn pop on this blog... rest assured, this is a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/SkuXuxEkmfw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/5573471213584016339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=5573471213584016339" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5573471213584016339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5573471213584016339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/SkuXuxEkmfw/becoming-celebrity-chef.html" title="Becoming a Celebrity Chef" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/becoming-celebrity-chef.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UAQXo7cCp7ImA9WhdaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7670385011400083685</id><published>2011-10-21T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:54:00.408-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T08:54:00.408-05:00</app:edited><title>Full-Assed</title><summary type="html">As a coda to yesterday's blog regarding half-assed performance, I just realized I was experiencing the flip side:Someone typically reliable, efficient and effective dropped a ball - or, perhaps more accurately, failed to complete a pass. The new cheese graphic (white, not yellow, to reflect the changing taste of cheese consumers) was not approved by the Bovine Council - and now we're in a rush &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/mwm8YSsBWL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7670385011400083685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7670385011400083685" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7670385011400083685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7670385011400083685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/mwm8YSsBWL8/full-assed.html" title="Full-Assed" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/full-assed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YESXY9eSp7ImA9WhdaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-4531106503777227576</id><published>2011-10-21T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:45:08.861-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T07:45:08.861-05:00</app:edited><title>you know what?  ok, fine</title><summary type="html">I for one found it mostly revolting that a dictator died, and there wasn't an ounce of remorse or humanity shown in his death.  Ok sure, yes, the guy was a horrific dictator.  But just in terms of him as a person, as a human being, wasn't anyone capable of saying "bless his soul, he was a troubled individual" or something?  I watched the reporter from the Independent News try to fight her gleeful&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/tF0t3WXfMF0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/4531106503777227576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=4531106503777227576" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/4531106503777227576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/4531106503777227576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/tF0t3WXfMF0/you-know-what-ok-fine.html" title="you know what?  ok, fine" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-what-ok-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGRXgyfSp7ImA9WhdaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7003270287948361698</id><published>2011-10-20T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:28:44.695-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T21:28:44.695-05:00</app:edited><title>Half-Assed</title><summary type="html">There's a lot of stupid work out there. And sometimes there's important work out there. But, if you're getting paid, presumably you're being paid to do something. Now, I'm the first fan of automation -- but not everything can be automated. And so, we have you, Ms. Employee or Mr. Employee - and your job is to infuse your position with a mild amount of thought. Not a lot. Just enough.   For &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/AaXzaizQOlU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7003270287948361698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7003270287948361698" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7003270287948361698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7003270287948361698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/AaXzaizQOlU/half-assed.html" title="Half-Assed" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/half-assed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GRXo-eip7ImA9WhdaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-8824915961013106447</id><published>2011-10-20T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:13:44.452-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T17:13:44.452-05:00</app:edited><title>ALL CAPS</title><summary type="html">I find myself using ALL CAPS, WAY TOO FREQUENTLY as a way to emphasize certain words or phrases.  When did Bold Text fall out of favor?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/V3vf38lm40Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/8824915961013106447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=8824915961013106447" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/8824915961013106447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/8824915961013106447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/V3vf38lm40Q/all-caps.html" title="ALL CAPS" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-caps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNQn89eSp7ImA9WhdbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7354270788397894768</id><published>2011-10-16T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:09:53.161-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T19:09:53.161-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality is always stranger than fiction" /><title>We Didn't Start the Fire</title><summary type="html">In tribute to my lunch with my dear friend M, may I remind everyone during this Diwali season to not set any indoor areas on fire with diya lamps or firecrackers.  Especially not conference rooms in office buildings.  That is all.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/DbMqfPi6PGY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7354270788397894768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7354270788397894768" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7354270788397894768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7354270788397894768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/DbMqfPi6PGY/we-didnt-start-fire.html" title="We Didn't Start the Fire" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-didnt-start-fire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDRHY-fSp7ImA9WhdbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-493117123699824124</id><published>2011-10-13T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:02:55.855-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T14:02:55.855-05:00</app:edited><title>One Ball</title><summary type="html">Part of the show in popcorn season is the annual games of strength. Not unlike a greek olympiad or a strongman competition, all the contenders have to take the field and prove their mettle in the ring. Much grunting is involved - and more than a little posturing. And, as anyone who has even seen advertising for a prize fight can attest, half the game is a psychological preamble to the actual &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/GhBL8haenP4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/493117123699824124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=493117123699824124" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/493117123699824124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/493117123699824124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/GhBL8haenP4/one-ball.html" title="One Ball" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-ball.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICRX4-cCp7ImA9WhdbFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-349448114778642692</id><published>2011-10-13T07:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:39:24.058-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T07:39:24.058-05:00</app:edited><title>Industrial-Sized Popcorn</title><summary type="html">I wish I could go into the convoluted detail behind why now is the dawning of popcorn season at my company. Popcorn season was coined at a time when my startup was imploding - though it took it almost a whole year to actually die.   Popcorn seasons are chunks of time when the organizational dynamics are far stronger than any logical working patterns. Reality, strategy, and often even tactical &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/7ncrjaIJLok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/349448114778642692/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=349448114778642692" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/349448114778642692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/349448114778642692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/7ncrjaIJLok/industrial-sized-popcorn.html" title="Industrial-Sized Popcorn" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/industrial-sized-popcorn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQHo8eyp7ImA9WhdbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-5995166160110639172</id><published>2011-10-12T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:13:01.473-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T19:13:01.473-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pseudo Political Economic Theories" /><title>Bring Back Piece Rates</title><summary type="html">It occurs to me that the lack of an assembly line type, manufacturing like system is what gets us office workers into such a state of chronic overwork and stress.  If I may reminisce back to business school for one moment, I would recall for you the Lincoln Electric case, where-in, workers needed to be measured on piece rates as a measure of productivity.  (Or something like that... it was the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/jkZt28nESrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/5995166160110639172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=5995166160110639172" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5995166160110639172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/5995166160110639172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/jkZt28nESrU/bring-back-piece-rates.html" title="Bring Back Piece Rates" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/bring-back-piece-rates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECQ3oyeyp7ImA9WhdbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-7116988806830606672</id><published>2011-10-10T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:04:22.493-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T21:04:22.493-05:00</app:edited><title>Ripples of Possibility</title><summary type="html">Finally things are looking up a bit!  Went for a nice easy run after 1.5 months off due to injury.  Jay Cutler can finally play offense tonight on MNF.  It's 80 degrees.  It's Columbus Day.  Things are on sale.  These things are good.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/ScYrxPWFVLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7116988806830606672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=7116988806830606672" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7116988806830606672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/7116988806830606672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/ScYrxPWFVLU/ripples-of-possibility.html" title="Ripples of Possibility" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/10/vocab-flourishes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQn07fCp7ImA9WhdUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-882750090135278307</id><published>2011-09-29T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:45:33.304-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T17:45:33.304-05:00</app:edited><title>and also</title><summary type="html">i need an alien to invent a painkiller that actually works.  also it would be great if the alien knew a jewish fish receipe for L&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/cKiRxBkwrdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/882750090135278307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFQHk5cSp7ImA9WhdUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-3887107743125397760</id><published>2011-09-28T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:05:11.729-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T09:05:11.729-05:00</app:edited><title>Can I get an alien over here?</title><summary type="html">The TV show Ancient Aliens explains that aliens taught ancient people all kinds of things.  Like how to start fire.  Like how to fly.  All I'm asking for is, can the aliens come down to earth and help with my work?  Because that would be awesome.  I need their help.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/-p3mgNnnfJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/3887107743125397760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=3887107743125397760" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/3887107743125397760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/3887107743125397760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/-p3mgNnnfJQ/can-i-get-alien-over-here.html" title="Can I get an alien over here?" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-i-get-alien-over-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DQ304cCp7ImA9WhdUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-1059683151195594906</id><published>2011-09-27T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:36:12.338-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T07:36:12.338-05:00</app:edited><title>Not The Droid You're Looking For</title><summary type="html">You know the setup... Obiwan and crew at a traffic checkpoint with storm troopers asking questions about their pair of droids. Obiwan uses the force to put words in the mouths of these intergalactic paramilitary officers, telling them "These are not the droids you're looking for" - knowing full well that they are.   We are led to believe it's "the force" that enables this power of persuasion. I'm&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/NTYrL-mUIF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/1059683151195594906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=1059683151195594906" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/1059683151195594906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/1059683151195594906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/NTYrL-mUIF4/not-droid-youre-looking-for.html" title="Not The Droid You're Looking For" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-droid-youre-looking-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARno8eip7ImA9WhdVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-2849056868522357195</id><published>2011-09-20T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T07:32:27.472-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T07:32:27.472-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate personality types" /><title>Whimsical Clipboardry</title><summary type="html">Whimsical Clipboardy is whenThere is a Unicorn on every page of a product requirements document for no reasonInstead of showing a red yellow green status chart with the standard bars or colored in circles, there is a green smiley face, a yellow calm face and a red frown face.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/V_G552JMYcM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/2849056868522357195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=2849056868522357195" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/2849056868522357195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/2849056868522357195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/V_G552JMYcM/whimsical-clipboardry.html" title="Whimsical Clipboardry" /><author><name>PD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/09/whimsical-clipboardry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQXY6fyp7ImA9WhdVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126100356086128803.post-6095201736861397283</id><published>2011-09-14T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:18:30.817-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T09:18:30.817-05:00</app:edited><title>Just Do It</title><summary type="html">This week has been a week of watching people fail to execute the most basic of tasks with accuracy.  The cheese council failed used a photo of Laughing Cow triangles in place of artisan gouda in our advertising.The Cheese Blend webinar series coordinators failed to send out the meeting information to the presenters  I just got a list of our cheese product offerings that, on its surface, pretends &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~4/ysVEsp5BRuY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/feeds/6095201736861397283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6126100356086128803&amp;postID=6095201736861397283" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/6095201736861397283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126100356086128803/posts/default/6095201736861397283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thongcharm-VeryNearlyAnEmpire/~3/ysVEsp5BRuY/just-do-it.html" title="Just Do It" /><author><name>Lilac - Like the Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thongcharm.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-do-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

