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Do not stand in the middle of the elevator if you are the only person in it. Seriously do you know how awkward it is to have to stand right beside someone when there is tons of other room in the elevator? It's about as awkward as having to use a urinal when there is only three and one guy is
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/weLnyKD-eDaW4QFQlixB1epDoY0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/weLnyKD-eDaW4QFQlixB1epDoY0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/JdtyZnIv6Tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQ3sycSp7ImA9Wx5UF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-1039870973295959254</id><published>2010-10-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:26:12.599-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T20:26:12.599-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prediction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microsoft" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sony" /><title>It is all about the content.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1039870973295959254/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=1039870973295959254" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1039870973295959254?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1039870973295959254?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/n4zCqSkVfrU/it-is-all-about-content.html" title="It is all about the content." /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">With my business I spend a fair amount of time with Microsoft products, I am also lucky enough to have a unique insight and perpesctive of Microsoft (which I rather enjoy). Today I have a micro-brain storm about the future of Microsoft. This is my prediction, Microsoft IEB will do so well that it will essentially begin to swallow the other divisions. This is my thought; as we begin to see 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne4T5pAExB89Iid7Gz6NPApsc18/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne4T5pAExB89Iid7Gz6NPApsc18/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/n4zCqSkVfrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-all-about-content.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHQX8_eip7ImA9Wx5UFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-1874439012530683061</id><published>2010-10-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:52:10.142-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-19T20:52:10.142-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mummy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toilet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="returned" /><title>Honey I'm Home!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1874439012530683061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=1874439012530683061" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1874439012530683061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1874439012530683061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/iFHL649Orxw/honey-im-home.html" title="Honey I'm Home!!!" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well I'm back. Wow has it been a while. Not much has happened since the last post, let me see. I have had a baby (well actually my wife did), bought a new car, started a new business, sold that new business, hired my first employee, fired that first employee, nothing much else. Still live in the fishbowl as before. Oh yah and I have decided to open up the comments to all, I know, terrible idea. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcMQl2uMnI71XfNw0oBqaJpeH3I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcMQl2uMnI71XfNw0oBqaJpeH3I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/iFHL649Orxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/honey-im-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFSXc4fip7ImA9Wx5UEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-3215041580198293646</id><published>2007-03-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:48:38.936-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-16T18:48:38.936-07:00</app:edited><title>My Work</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3215041580198293646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=3215041580198293646" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/3215041580198293646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/3215041580198293646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/qG_TdIPMcc4/my-work.html" title="My Work" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RfcSrcF8F1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/A3TgmTkTFOk/s72-c/recognition1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html"> Generally after I meet with a client I replay every word, every gesture and facial flex over and over again in my head. I generally can't help it. It just happens like a sports team reviewing its gameplay. Every gesture, word, tone or anything translates into the experience the client had. Now by the sounds of this you would think that I am a friggin massage therapist or physiotherapist. Well Im
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bSShCfsViI9DDag1CijPn66nR-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bSShCfsViI9DDag1CijPn66nR-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/qG_TdIPMcc4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBQHY7cSp7ImA9WBFRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-4926104403202960152</id><published>2007-03-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:39:11.809-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-03-02T09:39:11.809-08:00</app:edited><title>Nothing special...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4926104403202960152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=4926104403202960152" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/4926104403202960152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/4926104403202960152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/0rs3ROK34ig/nothing-special.html" title="Nothing special..." /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RehhOKT3rQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wgnj85xEPp8/s72-c/Light%2520Bulb%2520-%2520800x600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Ok so Sony is about to release it's new Sony Home stuff...whatever. It's still too expensive. Heres a question, why do Asian drivers stop about 15 feet back from the stop line? I don't understand it! I'm sure you think that is a racist remark excpet for the fact that it is true. I have only ever seen Asain ladies and men do this in Vancouver. What is the deal? It makes me batty. If anyone does 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Blgf5ApV983Y7zNLj7_JhVMyOTY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Blgf5ApV983Y7zNLj7_JhVMyOTY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/0rs3ROK34ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-special.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQHSX88cCp7ImA9WBFREEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-2816101485546850554</id><published>2007-02-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:02:18.178-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-21T09:02:18.178-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tired" /><title>Mornings</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2816101485546850554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=2816101485546850554" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/2816101485546850554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/2816101485546850554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/FIXzKhGS8oo/mornings.html" title="Mornings" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/Rdx6-I9f2sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nh3_AddKhYs/s72-c/sleepy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">It is interesting to me that every morning I  act like a mentally handicap for the first half hour or so. Making all sorts of stupid noises and arm gestures...Ok time for coffee.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vN4Y2X9fIquFqZxGNw626F1UjS8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vN4Y2X9fIquFqZxGNw626F1UjS8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/FIXzKhGS8oo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/mornings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHRno_cSp7ImA9WBFSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-1277884535149461927</id><published>2007-02-15T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:50:37.449-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-15T10:50:37.449-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Computers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow" /><title>Movie Snow and Computer Rants</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1277884535149461927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=1277884535149461927" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1277884535149461927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1277884535149461927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/tyA93NygjIw/snow-in-movies-always-looks-so-peacfull.html" title="Movie Snow and Computer Rants" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RdSqmY9f2rI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GjldEaAvyEs/s72-c/narnia-gr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html"> Snow in movies always looks so peacfull and fluffly and fun. The problem is in the movies the snow never melts. Take that movie with those 4 sibling, you know the one..the lion, ice witch one of the brothers makes oyu want to kick him in the eye. and the little funny looking lucy. you got it? ok that movie. Well the are in the snow with fur coats on. Ok I live in BC. Being in heavy snow with a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/chqEQz7ustv11pV5kohugvn_zuY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/chqEQz7ustv11pV5kohugvn_zuY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/tyA93NygjIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-in-movies-always-looks-so-peacfull.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INRn8-cSp7ImA9WBFSEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-5876090920376797914</id><published>2007-02-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:46:37.159-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-10T19:46:37.159-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Telus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaw" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bandwidth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><title>Shaw vs. Telus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5876090920376797914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=5876090920376797914" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/5876090920376797914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/5876090920376797914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/LOTWf2wCC30/shaw-vs-telus.html" title="Shaw vs. Telus" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/Rc6Rfo9f2qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xeGH_gNxPmQ/s72-c/Shaw+vs+Telus+-+Total+Bandwidth+per+Plan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Yes I did spent my Saturday morning charting out the difference between ISP plans. Yes I am a geek. I get the question very often about which ISP my clients should use so I have decided to spend my Saturday morning putting together some charts that show the difference between Shaw internet service and Telus internet service. The data was taken from the respective website on the morning of January
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKDOTG_-d2Zp3Nl7SZBEiXMetOk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKDOTG_-d2Zp3Nl7SZBEiXMetOk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/Jvz5J3yDp_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/longest-blog-in-history.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDSXw4fyp7ImA9WBBaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-821566456603764820</id><published>2007-01-19T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:31:18.237-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-19T10:31:18.237-08:00</app:edited><title>HDTV Rage and Perceptive Pixels</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/821566456603764820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=821566456603764820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/821566456603764820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/821566456603764820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/RQPUsZe-by4/hdtv.html" title="HDTV Rage and Perceptive Pixels" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RbEHH5ydnrI/AAAAAAAAACc/XOs3qmMIvWc/s72-c/rage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> I found the following link quite hilarious as it is basically exactly what happened about 3,367 times when I bought my brnad new HDTV.Clearly, you must see the humor in high-def televisionAnd this is what I cannot wait for...I want my monitor to be able to do this!! click the link...Perceptive Pixel
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIRsMXw_9XzqTVT7kVwsM4uaj8g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIRsMXw_9XzqTVT7kVwsM4uaj8g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/ibwZ6vLSmhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/cart-keys-and-ps3s.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAAQno7fCp7ImA9WBBbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-5705419319855507254</id><published>2007-01-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:42:23.404-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-10T22:42:23.404-08:00</app:edited><title>Shaky words and Timestamps</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5705419319855507254/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=5705419319855507254" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/5705419319855507254?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/5705419319855507254?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/lSXWBYFpGHs/shaky-words-and-timestamps.html" title="Shaky words and Timestamps" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RaXb9ZydnkI/AAAAAAAAABI/901b00EVxo8/s72-c/neuromainpic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had a hard time concentrating this morning. some times it gets like that and I can't read, all the words keep moving around and shaking and crap, takes way to much concetration then what its worth. In any case I managed to cope like usual. My dreams last night were bizarre, I remember that. Thats an interesting discussion...I believe your brain created your memories basically instantly and then
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV5RFwI3tS7xAeFUen9n0vjAhUE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV5RFwI3tS7xAeFUen9n0vjAhUE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/lSXWBYFpGHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/shaky-words-and-timestamps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BRnk6cCp7ImA9WBBbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-1798979918512561944</id><published>2007-01-10T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:25:57.718-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-10T14:25:57.718-08:00</app:edited><title>Lazy Subway</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1798979918512561944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=1798979918512561944" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1798979918512561944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/1798979918512561944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/u4C-9xW7bZw/lazy-subway.html" title="Lazy Subway" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RaVl_pydnjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yP3mOXerz30/s72-c/frenchs.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I think it is human nature to do the least amount of work possible; cut the crosswalk, take the elevator for one floor..at least it would make me feel better about all my lazy habits...er I mean energy effecient habits. I went to subway for lunch and none of the 3 people behind the counter could talk english. If they did it was some form of english that I dont speak...so I just began to speak to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kpag40rxzOB47RmBOqMl-UO0G08/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kpag40rxzOB47RmBOqMl-UO0G08/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~4/lPxZ0hvK7ms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-bill-gates-is-cool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERH04fCp7ImA9WBBbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214410518122495824.post-41348963714532970</id><published>2007-01-09T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:33:25.334-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-09T19:33:25.334-08:00</app:edited><title>Breakfast Dinner is Good</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mybrainsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/41348963714532970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6214410518122495824&amp;postID=41348963714532970" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/41348963714532970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214410518122495824/posts/default/41348963714532970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GlDol/~3/9nCDVgjY6hE/breakfast-dinner-is-good.html" title="Breakfast Dinner is Good" /><author><name>The Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532638703445481289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjzINZcB-Jo/RaReaU749EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nGIalGDAIMA/s72-c/indexhero20070109.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am going to make a breakfast dinner. Its makes me happy. I love HD TV.The Apple iPhone was officailly launched today, It looks very sweet. I want one. They also annouced the apple iTV, I am a bit surprised it only had a 40Gb HD and video out up to 720P. Im sure they will just roll-out an update for it.I wish I was at CES...I wish my kitchen was clean...
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