<?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-1461439349164374156</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:20:56.091-07:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='People'/><title type='text'>Rage Bottling Inc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-8155337330277377564</id><published>2007-08-09T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:45:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You probably won't understand"</title><content type='html'>I don't think there's a single more offensive statment to me personally than this one.  In my extremely arrogant opinion, I'm a smart guy.  One of my biggest strengths is learning quickly, right up next to quick comprehension.  So when someone prefaces a statement with "You probably won't understand", my instinctive response (usually quickly supressed) is "So you think I'm stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For christ's sake, when you're trying to explain something to someone, telling them that they probably won't understand is like telling someone that they're an idiot, or at the very least, that you're vastly more intelligent than them.  Either interpretation is likely to piss them off.  And when the person your telling is someone you work with, who controls whether or not you ever get anything you want ever again, it's a bad plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to go into what it says when you're interviewing for a position that is supposed to be more than 50% customer support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time someone says this, I'm just not going to supress.  We'll just let it all hang out, that should be entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-8155337330277377564?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/8155337330277377564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=8155337330277377564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/8155337330277377564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/8155337330277377564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-probably-won.html' title='&quot;You probably won&apos;t understand&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-2279787419796607514</id><published>2007-07-20T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:36:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collaboration works to a point</title><content type='html'>Why the hell is it impossible to get someone to make a decision anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days, I've been put in charge of getting a script up and running that fires an email on certain conditions.  Not that difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the way my place of business works is that everyone and their goddamn mother needs to weigh in on the exact language of any communication sent out!  We've had emails hit 17 versions...  17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get this script up and running, put in the email that everyone said they agreed to, and shoot off a test version.  Guess what happens.   The email that everyone agreed on, is no longer good enough.  So I revise and send again.  Then more problems come up.  This happens 4 times in about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said they liked it.  Now no one does.  And worst of all, everytime someone proposes a change, we have endless debates on whether it's a good change, or maybe needs an and instead of an or in the second paragraph, or if the sign-off should be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christ's sake, would the people who are supposed to decide do it already!  I can't even do it myself, because once I say "this is how it is", I catch immediate flack for not letting people collaborate enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaboration is great, until it becomes uncecessary bureaucracy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-2279787419796607514?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/2279787419796607514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=2279787419796607514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2279787419796607514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2279787419796607514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2007/07/collaboration-works-to-point.html' title='Collaboration works to a point'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-66196867739517730</id><published>2007-01-30T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:21:45.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manual</title><content type='html'>So, back in October I had my first performance/expectations review in my new job at UCSC.  When it got around to the nebulous "do you have any concerns?" phase, I only really had one.  I had been told I was going to be brought up to speed on one of the two systems that the office supported, and hadn't yet.  The response:  "We've got 3 experts in house on this system.  Just keep on with what you do, and we'll take care of that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to the present.  The person on the same level as me, who handled that system has quit, and now I have to do her job too.  The catch?  I don't really know the system that well.  I've done enough that I can support people on it, but I have to ask a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're trying to hire another person.  Good!  The problem?  I have to re-write the manual for the system.  Yes, the person who is the least trained, and least informed about the system has to re-write the manual, to then be reviewed by the experts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THE FIRST RE-WRITE WHEN I'M NOT THE EXPERT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to review it anyways, make changes, etc.  Why not just do it in the first place.  I was told I wasn't going to be dealing with this system much, so I didn't need full training on it.  Now I have to write the procedures for how to use the system for the new person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crock of shit is what I call that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-66196867739517730?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/66196867739517730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=66196867739517730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/66196867739517730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/66196867739517730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2007/01/manual.html' title='The Manual'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-7303912101507749059</id><published>2007-01-17T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:02:25.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-7303912101507749059?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/7303912101507749059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=7303912101507749059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/7303912101507749059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/7303912101507749059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-duh.html' title='Well duh!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-2082485596645576910</id><published>2007-01-08T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:28:19.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See the ring?  That means not yours!</title><content type='html'>I need to get this out of my system before I start believing it might be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you meet someone (one you really like, all that jazz), and they have a ring on their finger, DON'T FUCK WITH IT.  Unless they throw themselves on you, tells you their marriage is crap, and they wants out desparately, DON'T FUCK WITH IT.  Just be their friend.  Who knows, maybe they'll decide they like you better.   Go you.  The other person clearly didn't give them what they need, right?  But go in there with the intention of trying to take them from someone else, and you deserve to have your genitals (I don't care whether they're inside or outside) stomped on with track spikes.  Rusty ones.  The kind meant for dirt tracks, not the new rubber stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all agree on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-2082485596645576910?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/2082485596645576910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=2082485596645576910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2082485596645576910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2082485596645576910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-ring-that-means-not-yours.html' title='See the ring?  That means not yours!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-1117972640858913135</id><published>2006-12-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:36:14.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandatory Fun</title><content type='html'>To make everything perfectly clear, I'm not really a party/gathering person.  Crowds of people I don't really know tend to make me clam up, and stand off by myself.  The one exception to this is gaming.  When I'm gaming, I'm not really me, so it doesn't matter how I act, what I do, or what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to today.   My boss gives me crap periodically about not going to department parties.  To be fair, I've gone to all the ones I could, and the rest I have real excuses why I didn't go.  Today though, she tells me that the accounting christmas thingie is "Mandatory Fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDATORY FUN?  What the hell is that?  I was probably going to go anyways, just because there was free food and such, but making it "mandatory" just made it torture.  Most of the accounting people are ok.  However, there's 5 or 6 who have designated themselves "Fun Police" for you Broken Lizard fans out there.  Just hearing their shrill voices sets me on edge.  So now I get to go stand in a huge crowd of people in a probably 10x30 space, fight some 600 pound woman for a cookie and a juice squeeze, and then stand in the corner away from everyone until I can escape, rather than getting something done, like supporting our users on the system like I'm paid to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I explained to my boss my dislike of crowds, and she seemed to understand, which helps greatly.  Maybe I won't have to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-1117972640858913135?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/1117972640858913135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=1117972640858913135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/1117972640858913135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/1117972640858913135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2006/12/mandatory-fun.html' title='Mandatory Fun'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-3210033214740390033</id><published>2006-12-19T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:21:29.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering is the fastest way to get noticed</title><content type='html'>You know, in an office environment, it's pretty standard for people to ignore what's happening on the other side of the cube wall.  You have to, otherwise you never get anything done.  That said, nothing attracts more attention than whispering!  When you whisper, people want to know what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the need for confidentiality in the workplace, but when people sit in the cube next to mine, and whisper at the volume that I can only make out snippets, it immediately distracts me.  I can't concentrate, because it's like having a buzzing in your ear!  I end up paying more attention when you whisper than when you speak normally in a low tone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, take you goddamn gossip to the break room, or away from my cube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-3210033214740390033?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/3210033214740390033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=3210033214740390033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/3210033214740390033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/3210033214740390033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2006/12/whispering-is-fastest-way-to-get.html' title='Whispering is the fastest way to get noticed'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-7365295511712005632</id><published>2006-12-12T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:41:26.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Screenshots</title><content type='html'>Mini Rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the obsession with screenshots in documentation these days?  Are people no longer capable of reading?  I mean, I can understand the occasional screenshot, say when you're trying to illustrate a difficult concept, and an image just makes it easier to explain, but for some reason, everything needs a screenshot these days!  Making a change to a configuration?  We need a screenshot before, and a screenshot during, and a screenshot after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know what the configuration looked like before.  That's why we have audit tables, and backups.  We know what it's going to look like after, it's the current configuration!  Don't even get me started on during...  I feel like everything I do needs to be recorded, so that when everyone else feels comfortable with being able to follow what I do, they can get rid of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-7365295511712005632?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/7365295511712005632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=7365295511712005632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/7365295511712005632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/7365295511712005632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2006/12/screenshots.html' title='Screenshots'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461439349164374156.post-2707049554942647752</id><published>2006-12-12T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:29:08.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>People don't listen anymore</title><content type='html'>Before we start this, yes I realize the irony inherent in making a post on a blog about people not listening.  On to the crux of the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, people have been coming up to me and asking my opinion/advice  on how to do things.  As long as I have some sort of grasp on the subject, I tell them what I think.  Invariably, this leads to the statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a bad idea.  I'm going to go with &lt;this&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I explain what I see wrong in their idea, and explain why I think mine might be better (Not that I'm always right, but I suggested it for a reason), we always come down to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thanks for the advice, but I'm going with my first idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit, if you just want validation for your idea, just ask me what I think of yours!  Don't ask me for advice and just pray that I'm going to say what you're thinking!  It's obvious when someone is actually looking for advice, and when someone just wants to be told they're doing the right thing.  Ask for what you want!&lt;/this&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461439349164374156-2707049554942647752?l=ragebottling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/feeds/2707049554942647752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461439349164374156&amp;postID=2707049554942647752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2707049554942647752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461439349164374156/posts/default/2707049554942647752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragebottling.blogspot.com/2006/12/people-dont-listen-anymore.html' title='People don&apos;t listen anymore'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107587534507397217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://members.cruzio.com/~crombach/blog_icon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
