<?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-4956830810265166500</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:10:06.049-08:00</updated><category term='patsy'/><category term='aimee'/><category term='mind games'/><category term='alternative energy'/><category term='work'/><category term='kids'/><category term='family'/><category term='dana'/><category term='haley'/><title type='text'>Is this some kind of radical, new therapy?</title><subtitle type='html'>An all too futile attempt to explain the inner workings of a nerd brain and make them seem rational</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-5921110945882044284</id><published>2008-11-22T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:57:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Apparently, Celebrities Love Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So apparently there is a Puget Sound soccer team called The Sounders. So apparently, Drew Carey is one of the owners of The Sounders. So apparently, Microsoft XBox is also an official sponsor of The Sounders. So apparently, all this meant that while I was at the cafeteria the other day (minding my own business I might add), Drew Carey accosted me in the hallway and begged to have my picture taken with him after the XBox/Drew Carey/Sounders promotional event that took place in our cafeteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SSicMAQirRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rl8-LVoQo5k/s1600-h/drewcarey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271635093878910226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SSicMAQirRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rl8-LVoQo5k/s320/drewcarey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-5921110945882044284?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/5921110945882044284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=5921110945882044284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/5921110945882044284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/5921110945882044284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-apparently-celebrities-love-me.html' title='So Apparently, Celebrities Love Me...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SSicMAQirRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rl8-LVoQo5k/s72-c/drewcarey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-3434923826304286201</id><published>2008-10-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:02:41.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holey Moley, My Tank Runneth Over...</title><content type='html'>Wow... the Costco gas station was all smiles today. Usually people are very on edge at that place, what with gas creeping up to $4/gallon and Costco being the cheapest place in town, the long line of cars can become tense quickly when people don't pull up to the tank right or if they take too long to pump... but NOT today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SQP3gpgctvI/AAAAAAAAADM/gOk4Ub9CyUE/s1600-h/CCF10252008_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261320929968699122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SQP3gpgctvI/AAAAAAAAADM/gOk4Ub9CyUE/s320/CCF10252008_00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the $2.49 for a gallon of 87 octane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, being able to fill up the same tank for under $35 sure beats the heck out of it costing $50, but it is still sad to be this excited about gas for $2.49 (when I can remember it being as low as $0.85 in Pasco ten years ago). I can still remember when my brother Evan and I could get to and from the community college by rifling through the seat cushions for loose change. I even remember once spending 37 cents on about 1/3 of a gallon of gas just so we could get home. Since Evan was the older brother with the driver license, and I was the younger brother with absolutely no shame, naturally I was the one who had to pump and pay. I never did mind that kind of thing. I guess there is just something about mustering up the nerve to throw down a quarter, a dime and two pennies on the Skoal Chewing Tobacco counter protector and saying "37 on #5 please" to the station attendant (without feeling humiliated) that ended up giving me a sense of self that you can't come by otherwise. Having to take the blank stare followed by the "you're kidding right?" definitely solidified my conviction that I HAD to not care what some people think of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the time when Evan discovered a pop machine that gave out a Crystal Pepsi for 5 cents a can (to this day we aren't sure if it was faulty or not, maybe just a promotion for the new "special" cola flavor). With the 50 cents we had on hand, we decided to enter into a little business venture together. True to our usual form, Evan acted as the Venture Capitalist (the 50 cents was all his) and I the Salesman (since I had nothing to my name but oblivious confidence, nerve, ambition, a t-shirt and MC Hammer pants). The business plan? Simple: buy for 5 cents, sell for 10 cents. I remember walking up and down the aisles of the Columbia Center Mall saying to people "do you wanna buy a pop for 10 cents?" If my memory serves me correctly, we went home with 17 cans of soda and around 4 bucks. It really was the one of the happiest days of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that writing about cheap (if only relatively so) gas prices gave me the chance to relive some of the memories that shaped who I am today. Hope you enjoyed as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-3434923826304286201?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3434923826304286201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=3434923826304286201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3434923826304286201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3434923826304286201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2008/10/holey-moley-my-tank-runneth-over.html' title='Holey Moley, My Tank Runneth Over...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SQP3gpgctvI/AAAAAAAAADM/gOk4Ub9CyUE/s72-c/CCF10252008_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-1888764309678669242</id><published>2008-09-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:28:59.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Meeting 2008</title><content type='html'>Because it's been like 10 years since I have written a real post, I am going to try and make it up to my tens of devoted readers and make this one a little more substantial than past updates. I'll tell you all about the recent Microsoft Company Meeting (which was AMAZING) and then I'll tell you some more about what I like about Microsoft. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNb4dXvZIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/WE-2ywz58kI/s1600-h/image003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248655599219581330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNb4dXvZIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/WE-2ywz58kI/s320/image003.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The Microsoft 2008 Company Meeting was definitely an experience to be remembered. Not only was it cool to be just one of the 20,000 cheering Microsofties at Safeco Field, but it was STAR-STUDDED and ACTION-PACKED! Seriously, it was more like a rock concert than a company meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNb4D3byhHI/AAAAAAAAACE/sPZekEXPUmg/s1600-h/image001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248655161050694770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNb4D3byhHI/AAAAAAAAACE/sPZekEXPUmg/s320/image001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was hosted by the one-and-only Rainn Wilson (he plays Dwight in The Office on NBC). Hilarious as usual, he talked about how he loves Microsoft not just because Seattle is his home town, but because they are a "YES company" and told him YES when he asked to light the stadium on fire, and YES when he asked to drop a thousand beach balls on the crowd, and YES he could cover them with confetti and sparks, and YES we could have every person throw a paper airplane at the same time and set a WORLD RECORD for most paper airplanes in the air at once. His performances consisted of a bunch of skits in between speakers which were basically Dwight&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt; performances doing anything from yoga, to martial arts, to landing on an alien planet with an un-inhabitable atmosphere. Here are some shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNcIEbde9hI/AAAAAAAAACk/tgGABqZOcMY/s1600-h/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNcIAWkIrVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gVD8h_DtE7o/s1600-h/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248672692873768274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNcIAWkIrVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gVD8h_DtE7o/s320/d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNcH7S2c2LI/AAAAAAAAACU/3nKwcFx1s5k/s1600-h/d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248672605977499826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNcH7S2c2LI/AAAAAAAAACU/3nKwcFx1s5k/s320/d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Microsoft is coming out with a LOT of cool things that will royally kick our hoity-toity competitor's behinds. We're not supposed to talk about them yet, but let's just say the great innovations and features are coming out across our whole range of products from Windows, to Office, to Search, to Windows Mobile, to XBox, to Zune and more! To see what they are, you'll have to wait until after &lt;a href="http://www.microsoftpdc.com/"&gt;PDC&lt;/a&gt; in October. Just watch out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the iPhone and Google Search are not as invincible as you may think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pdc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we have the coolest CEO in the world. Steve Ballmer gave an extremely energetic keynote speech as usual. I don't have the video, but here is a clip from a previous Company Meeting to give you an idea of what he's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-48309b89f41b6b7a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48309b89f41b6b7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331682353%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15BEDA4DE31CEC0AF935EB09E1B2F40BECB57A93.3D5C73929A52154082EEC46000EB513CED8FF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48309b89f41b6b7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDW5_sbe0PdMdfGB5h2yRYJhjfz0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48309b89f41b6b7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331682353%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15BEDA4DE31CEC0AF935EB09E1B2F40BECB57A93.3D5C73929A52154082EEC46000EB513CED8FF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48309b89f41b6b7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDW5_sbe0PdMdfGB5h2yRYJhjfz0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he really is that nuts/crazy. He has been criticized by some for making Microsoft the bully in the playground that is the software industry, but he isn't a bully, he's just relentless. It's not like Microsoft hasn't had their fair share of competition. They have gone head to head with other huge companies like IBM, AOL, Sun, Apple, Google and many more. And in some respects, they're behind their current competitors! Microsoft just doesn't give up. And they never will. They are criticized for being too much of a monopoly. Monopolies are bad because they stifle competition. But Microsoft LIVES to compete and has competed relentlessly for decades, which has brought software to what it is today. So the whole monopoly argument just doesn't hold any water with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that Steve and others talked about is how for too long we have allowed our competitors like Apple mischaracterize our products. You have all seen the PC and Mac commercials. I have always loved them. Even though their message isn't very accurate, they are pretty funny. After seeing Microsoft's new ad campaign, however, they aren't so funny anymore. Here is the new "I'm a PC" commercial to show you what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="432" src="http://images.video.msn.com/flash/soapbox1_1.swf" quality="high" base="http://images.video.msn.com" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="c=v&amp;amp;v=e197ec6d-f9b5-460a-914f-5a46b8efd738&amp;amp;ifs=true&amp;amp;fr=winhp&amp;amp;mkt=en-US&amp;amp;brand="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Pride" target="_new" href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?vid=e197ec6d-f9b5-460a-914f-5a46b8efd738"&gt;Video: Pride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that, I guess the Apply commercials just didn't seem so funny anymore. Now they just seem elitist. So I want to take this opportunity to say that I AM A PC. Here are a couple pictures showing my commitment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My laptop is definitely a PC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOemj8K1OFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3C95922Kgx4/s1600-h/i1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253350626728163410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOemj8K1OFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3C95922Kgx4/s320/i1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may not know this, but my car is actually a PC too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOem9qMSTUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DR6A9fKoxWU/s1600-h/i3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351068579024194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOem9qMSTUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DR6A9fKoxWU/s320/i3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, do not adjust your screen, yes, my Mac is a PC as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOenCr5YuPI/AAAAAAAAADE/7B1lbU0VV_c/s1600-h/i2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351154935970034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SOenCr5YuPI/AAAAAAAAADE/7B1lbU0VV_c/s320/i2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windows-vs-walls.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to Microsoft's website and learn more on what we are doing to change the world and its perception of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this very biased rhetoric about my company. It was fun for me to write, because it's pretty dang fun to be at Microsoft right now at such an exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-1888764309678669242?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=48309b89f41b6b7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/1888764309678669242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=1888764309678669242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1888764309678669242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1888764309678669242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2008/09/company-meeting-2008.html' title='Company Meeting 2008'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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/_WgAg4-ggC1w/SNb4dXvZIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/WE-2ywz58kI/s72-c/image003.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-1856848908603718966</id><published>2008-09-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:50:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Microsoft Ads - I love em...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://images.video.msn.com/flash/soapbox1_1.swf" quality="high" width="432" height="364" base="http://images.video.msn.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="c=v&amp;v=20040177-aa27-4f24-a1ae-140c865c81f9&amp;ifs=true&amp;fr=winhp&amp;mkt=en-US&amp;brand="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?vid=20040177-aa27-4f24-a1ae-140c865c81f9" target="_new" title="New Family"&gt;Video: New Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-1856848908603718966?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/1856848908603718966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=1856848908603718966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1856848908603718966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1856848908603718966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-microsoft-ads-i-love-em.html' title='New Microsoft Ads - I love em...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-8340705198006505262</id><published>2008-02-24T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:52:18.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Will tagged me. It's been a LONG time since I blogged. So I am guessing nobody will read this since you are all tired of checking for posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Years ago...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to CBC with my brother every day for Running Start and attending multiple hours of seminary. Yeah, we were pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things on my list to do today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a million dollars&lt;br /&gt;2. Post to my blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay off my house with the $1 mill&lt;br /&gt;4. Say prayers&lt;br /&gt;5. Invest the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks I enjoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwan's &lt;em&gt;Brownie Ala Mode&lt;/em&gt;, chips and salsa, cold pizza &amp;amp; root beer, cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Bad Habits...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgetting to brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;2. Leaving the milk out (recently acquired)&lt;br /&gt;3. Not locking the front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I have Lived...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richland, Washington&lt;br /&gt;2. Laie, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;3. Taipei, Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;4. Pleasant Grove, Utah&lt;br /&gt;5. Bothell, Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jobs I have had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Software Developer - Mundo Communications&lt;br /&gt;2. Software Developer - El TORO Prepaid&lt;br /&gt;3. Software Developer - Coinstar&lt;br /&gt;4. Software Developer - Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;5. Well Roundedness Advisor - Diversity Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things you don't know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. When I was 9 I was crushed when I got 2nd place in a 3rd grade spelling contest.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to talk alot, but the thought of speaking in front of a lot of people makes me sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was a kid I used to roll off my bed in the middle of the night.  One time I woke up underneath my brother Evan's bed on the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;4. I once created a home made landmine with my friend, Austin.  We used a shotgun shell, some PVC pipe and a screw.  We even tested it with a rock... worked like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was a kid I had little pimples on my cheeks and I once tried to rub them off with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sandpaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I suddenly had a million dollars...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pay off our house and invest the rest.  I know... boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging &lt;strong&gt;Kyle and Laura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-8340705198006505262?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/8340705198006505262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=8340705198006505262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8340705198006505262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8340705198006505262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-7201527037477636332</id><published>2007-11-10T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:01:03.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/R1eKuW3uXKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0YH6A1vs9zY/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/R1eKuW3uXKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0YH6A1vs9zY/s200/IMG_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140730028684631202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not fun at all.  We are sad to leave Utah.  I have 2 sisters, 1 brother, and a few cousins and friends that I am very sad to leave.  Aimee has 1 sister, 2 aunts, and cousins and friends that she is sad to leave behind as well.  The good thing is that in Washington we have family and friends too.  Our parents and Aimee's sister Diana are in Tri-Cities.  Aimee keeps talking about how much she is going to love being closer to her big sister.  They are definitely kindred spirits.  We also have friends in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual move itself is going pretty well.  We don't have to worry about moving our things because the moving company is going pack and ship not only all of our stuff, but our cars as well.  The only stressful thing so far has been trying to sell our house.  I am happy to say, however, that we are accepting an offer today, only one week after listing it.  YES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-7201527037477636332?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/7201527037477636332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=7201527037477636332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/7201527037477636332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/7201527037477636332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-utah.html' title='Leaving Utah'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/R1eKuW3uXKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0YH6A1vs9zY/s72-c/IMG_0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-8781805556006370537</id><published>2007-11-10T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:01:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RzYDxpahZqI/AAAAAAAAABk/wvZ_I-F7Fb0/s1600-h/msft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RzYDxpahZqI/AAAAAAAAABk/wvZ_I-F7Fb0/s400/msft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131292976900826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most anyone who reads this blog also reads Aimee's blog, so I am sure everyone knows that we are moving to Seattle.  It is strange to think that it is really going to happen.  Here is how this all started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Recruiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started a few weeks ago when a Microsoft recruiter found my resume on &lt;a href="http://www.monster.com/"&gt;monster.com&lt;/a&gt;.  When he called me, I really didn't take it seriously because the thought of moving out of state just didn't seem to be within the realm of possibility.  I don't know why, I just never saw it happening.  Still, I agreed to a phone interview.  The interviewer's name was Simon, and throughout the call, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was not impressed.  Apparently at least one of the rumors about interviewing with Microsoft is true: they will never let on if you are doing well, so you have to try to pretend that you are so as to not get nervous and give up.  A couple hours later, the recruiter called me back, saying they wanted me to fly to Seattle for a day of interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were flying me to Seattle, I still didn't believe they would actually ever offer me a job.  I thought to myself "I mean, tons of people interview with Microsoft so I shouldn't get my hopes up or anything".  The day of the interviews came and I interviewed with some really cool people.  Even though one of them said "I'm not supposed to give you feedback, but you're doing very well, I hope you join the team.", I still thought that they would probably give me an offer, but that it wouldn't be good enough to make me want move to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first offer came, and I turned it down, not because it was a bad offer, but because I really didn't feel like we would ever move to Seattle.  Then the second offer came, with more Salary and more Microsoft stock.  Again, I turned it down, assuming that they would not counter offer again.  Don't get me wrong, the benefits at Microsoft are awesome: Completely FREE health care (no premiums, co-pays, or deductibles), annual stock award, bonus program, and (my favorite) 4 weeks paid paternity leave if Aimee has a baby.  Still though, Seattle seemed very far away.  But, when the third, even better offer came, we started planning our new life in Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-8781805556006370537?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/8781805556006370537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=8781805556006370537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8781805556006370537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8781805556006370537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving-to-seattle.html' title='Moving to Seattle'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RzYDxpahZqI/AAAAAAAAABk/wvZ_I-F7Fb0/s72-c/msft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-2670830350353555288</id><published>2007-09-22T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:01:03.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aimee'/><title type='text'>The happiest day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RwMdPqBSZqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rTjVVY8J64M/s1600-h/CRW_6152_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RwMdPqBSZqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rTjVVY8J64M/s320/CRW_6152_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116965756437948066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.  The day I married Aimee was the day I realized I was the luckiest man alive.  Isn't she beautiful?  I could look at that face forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how time flies.  We have now been married over 2 1/2 years and we have a baby!  I can't think of anyone I would want to spend my life with more than her.  She "completes me", and that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no joke&lt;/span&gt;.  It's funny how alike we can be and still be so different.  We are alike in all the ways that matter, and the ways that make life fun.  Our differences balance each other out to make us better people (well, at least to make me better).  It's exciting for me to think of what possibilities lie ahead of us.  Whenever I look at these pictures from our wedding I am reminded of the excitement of starting a new life together, and I feel it again.  Who know what's in store?  I suppose only heaven.  We've been talking recently how we know that Cole isn't going to be our last kid.  I am filled with anticipation for what our family will become, and what adventures could be in store.  Aimee, you are my world.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-2670830350353555288?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/2670830350353555288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=2670830350353555288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/2670830350353555288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/2670830350353555288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The happiest day of my life'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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/_WgAg4-ggC1w/RwMdPqBSZqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rTjVVY8J64M/s72-c/CRW_6152_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-3153954209257245424</id><published>2007-09-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:30:17.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>Today is my Dad's birthday.  Aimee and I went over to Dana's house to have German Chocolate cake in his memory (his favorite cake).  Ever since he died, we have tried to get together as a family for his birthday for this tradition.  We normally don't talk about Dad much, because it is still too tender of a topic for most of us on days like this. It's definitely a hard topic for me and writing about it is hard as well.  I am trying to make this blog somewhat personal because I think I have a lot to learn about myself, but at the same time it is difficult to talk about such a sensitive subject. I am holding the tears back as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin...  My Dad's name is Dean Stewart Bergam.  He was born Sep 17, 1949.  I looked up to him more than anyone in the world, and he took good care of his family.  It has now been almost 10 years since he died. I remember when it happened and that it didn't really sink in at first (I still don't know if it really has).  I can remember standing in the hallway with my Aunt, who was calling family members to tell them what had happened.  I didn't cry,  just stood there.  He had died due to complications during an open-heart surgery, something he had always been afraid of.  I would give anything if I could go back to stop that surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his death, I have noticed a few changes in myself.  I still have managed to maintain an undying optimism about life, but along with that optimism comes an almost mechanical response to anything that goes wrong.  Since the day my Dad died, I have been prepared for anyone I know to die.  I may not be as prepared as I think I am, and it's not like I try to be ready for anything to happen, it's just that my sub-conscious has already done the work to build any coping mechanisms that could conceivably be necessary.  I haven't noticed that this has adversely affected any of my close relationships.  I don't have trouble getting close to people or "letting people in", but I sometimes if there are other effects that I am not aware of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-3153954209257245424?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3153954209257245424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=3153954209257245424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3153954209257245424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3153954209257245424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-1665644341110897061</id><published>2007-09-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:02:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribs</title><content type='html'>For Labor Day weekend we went to Reno, NV to visit my Uncle Brad and Aunt Shelly.  What a fun time! We went there last year for Labor Day too so it is becoming somewhat of an annual tradition.  The main event of the trip is the Annual Rib Cook Off that happens downtown by the casinos.  Man those ribs are good!  I salivate the whole 9 hour drive for those things.  We mostly love going down to see the family though.  Brad and Shelly are so fun, and their house is so nice and comfortable it really makes the trip easier (shu-shu-fu-fu).  I especially loved spending time with my cousins Jason, Lauren and Daniel (who flew in for the weekend).  It's a shame Brooke couldn't be there.  There is something really special about being around them, I think partly because Brad is like my Dad in many ways, and it is comforting to be around someone who reminds me so much of the father I miss every day. Anyway, I am very grateful to have them and I hope they want to continue this tradition as much as we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-1665644341110897061?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/1665644341110897061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=1665644341110897061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1665644341110897061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/1665644341110897061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ribs.html' title='Ribs'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-683762545142053842</id><published>2007-09-05T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:01:04.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/Rt9tjhCmEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jOa3MAqwE7s/s1600-h/IMG_6520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgAg4-ggC1w/Rt9tjhCmEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jOa3MAqwE7s/s320/IMG_6520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106920959393534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken by Dana when Cole was still very little.  Aimee (who is hilarious) edited the picture.  The title says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-683762545142053842?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/683762545142053842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=683762545142053842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/683762545142053842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/683762545142053842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/09/darth-cole.html' title='Darth Cole'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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/_WgAg4-ggC1w/Rt9tjhCmEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jOa3MAqwE7s/s72-c/IMG_6520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-8449182423798441201</id><published>2007-08-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:50:28.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dana'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I love my family. Wife and son; mom, dad, brothers and sisters; grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles; and yes, even al of the in-laws (I am lucky to have great in-laws). I love 'em all! Yesterday we spent some time at my sister Dana's house and then went over to Aunt Patsy's (Aimee's aunt). I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dana's we got to hang out with her, my sister Haley, their husbands JJ and Shawn, and their kids. The kids are all so cute and sweet. It is fun to have Haley and JJ back (thery were in Arkansas for the summer for an internship with Walmart) because it means that all the cousins get to be together. Cousins were always very important to my family with I was a kid. There is really nothing that can compare to hanging out with my family. With the hard things we have had to go through, there is a special bond between us siblings ("&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093779/"&gt;it cannot be broken... not by a thousand swords&lt;/a&gt;"). The parenthetical comment was a joke by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dana's, we went over to Patsy and Brett's for Chloe's birthday. She had asked if we could come so we felt very special to be there. I love going over there. I wish we could do it more often! We always get to eat great food more importantly it is so fun to be around that family. There is something about the way they are that makes me want to be like them. I think Patsy and Brett have done an amazing job as parents. If you have the priviledge of knowing their kids then you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-8449182423798441201?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/8449182423798441201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=8449182423798441201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8449182423798441201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/8449182423798441201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-3164516764524289841</id><published>2007-08-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:36:20.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind games'/><title type='text'>Mind Games I - Introduction</title><content type='html'>This is the first of a series of posts describing the different games I play in my mind.  It may sound strange, but for every minute of every day, I am solving meaningless puzzles based on the letters, syllables, words and sentences that I say, hear and read.  If you ever catch me whispering to myself or silently moving my lips in the middle of a conversation, this is what I am doing.  I don't know why I do it.  It's just something that started when I was a kid, and I am completely unaware of it most of the time.  Somehow when I was young I developed this "mental pathway" that just kind of runs at all times in the back of my brain.  There are about 10 different games that I play, and it gets really interesting when - without consciously deciding to do so - I mix them together forming new rules and patterns with the words running around in my head.  To give you an idea, I will explain one of my games.  Although I have never done so, I am going to start giving them names so that when you read about them, you will be able to distinguish which one I am talking about.  I will start out with one of the simplest ones.  It isn't challenging at all, and you can always win.  The point is that there is no point and it merely provides something for my brain to work on while it is "idling".  I will call it "Vowels 4 Sale".  The rules work something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** BEWARE!! THIS EXPLANATION MAY BE THE MOST BORING THING YOU HAVE EVER READ!! **&lt;br /&gt;** You can still be my friend if you don't want to read this. :) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To play the game, you need a set of words.  This is usually a sentence that you have read, said or heard.  Sometimes I even do it with an entire paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, take the words in the set and count the vowels.  The goal is to come out with a number of vowels that is divisible by 4 (hence the name of the game).  This may seem pointless since you cannot change the number of vowels.  Just be patient, this mother of a cliffhanger will be continued in the next instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes the game work is that fact that most punctuation can be converted into a number of vowels by replacing it with the actual word for the punctuation mark.  For example, if you had the sentence "Are you hungry?" you might at first think your score is always going to be 7... not so.  Instead you can convert the question mark and get "Are you hungry question mark" making the total vowel count 12.  You win!  Doesn't that make you feel great?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This instruction is really what makes the game work.  In order to really have options on how you can make the vowels add up, you have to take advantage of punctuation that has different words to describe it.  For example, the '.' character can be read "dot", "period" and "point" or the '-' character can be replaced with "dash" or "hyphen".  This means that you can come up with many different totals if you have a paragraph with just a few of these symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To wrap it up, we need to go over a couple of rules that make it more interesting.  When analyzing a sentence, it is better to only read through the sentence once, and then come up with a good result by making smart substitutions along the way.  This is harder than just reading through a million times and getting it right.  The other thing that I haven't mentioned is that multiples of 4 are good, but there is something better.  Anything that is a power of 2 and is &gt;= 4 is a REALLY good answer, so you should try for these.  Examples: 4, 8, 16, 32, 64 etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you can roll your eyes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-3164516764524289841?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3164516764524289841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=3164516764524289841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3164516764524289841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3164516764524289841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mind-games-i-introduction.html' title='Mind Games I - Introduction'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-5028836664692894945</id><published>2007-08-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:56:50.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Walgreens, Blockbuster and Greyhound.  Oh my!</title><content type='html'>Work has been crazy lately.  I love my job, but sometimes I really wish I could be my own boss and have more control over my time and income.  Lately we have been closing some big deals.  In the US: Walgreens, Cumberland Farms, Blockbuster, Greyhound; and in the UK: WHSith, Somerfield, Clinton Cards, PayPoint.  Each one of these requires a lot of time and effort for me and a lot of other people at the company.  All of these projects combined could add up to a total of over 15,000 new locations for us.  We only have 6,000 right now.  Since I am now the Lead Software Engineer in our group here in SLC, I feel more responsibility than ever to make sure our system doesn't crash or get overloaded and tank.  I find myself going to sleep at night thinking about whether there is anything I have forgotten about that might cause a transaction to fail or whether a small bug might cause a very important customer to get upset.  I know that being more organized would take away a lot of the stress, but that is another story.  Even if I did have better organization, I know I would still wake my wife up in the middle of the night talking in my sleep about transactions and databases and program designs.  Don't get me wrong, I really do love my job.  I've had it since I was 16 and I love how much I have grown and learned because of it.  It's just that sometimes I feel like I could be doing more with my career.  I think I just want to be solving bigger problems than invoice formatting, or shaving off a few milliseconds from the round trip time of a transaction.  Things like solving the world's energy problem, making higher education available for everyone, or finding a unified field theory for the world of physics are the big three that always come to mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-5028836664692894945?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/5028836664692894945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=5028836664692894945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/5028836664692894945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/5028836664692894945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/08/walgreens-blockbuster-and-greyhound-oh.html' title='Walgreens, Blockbuster and Greyhound.  Oh my!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956830810265166500.post-3235049924178106506</id><published>2007-08-14T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:45:42.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothin'</title><content type='html'>Well this is exciting for me. The idea of a blog seemed a little out of character to me at first but after watching my wife do it I realize now what a creative outlet it can be. I have always felt like I could be a good writer if I put some time into it (actual writing, not &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQVr6f6FL5Y"&gt;rollin' doobies&lt;/a&gt;). So the question now is, what should I write about? Well, I added a list to the main page that contains upcoming blog entries. I also left comments turned on so that anyone can suggest post ideas; I really want to post things that are interesting to other people so please do so! You can name any subject that you think I might be interested in and I will research about it and write. That would be fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this Blog is everything you have been dreaming of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956830810265166500-3235049924178106506?l=radicaltherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/3235049924178106506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956830810265166500&amp;postID=3235049924178106506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3235049924178106506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956830810265166500/posts/default/3235049924178106506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicaltherapy.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-goes-nothin.html' title='Here goes nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752752178837067026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
