<?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-9863064</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:13:11.830-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Crap and Other Dubious Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogger has been giving us problems, so we've decided to switch to our own Server.  Please be patient while you're re-directed to the new site, and remember to Update your Bookmarks to the new Location.

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DB</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-111097643139714332</id><published>2005-03-16T02:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:45:33.646-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving To New Location</title><summary type='text'>Blogger has been giving us problems, so we've decided to switch to our own Server.  Please be patient while you're re-directed to the new site, and remember to Update your Bookmarks to the new Location.           http://dbrooks.bfpmedia.comThanks,DB</summary><link rel='related' href='http://dbrooks.bfpmedia.com' title='Moving To New Location'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111097643139714332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111097643139714332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/03/moving-to-new-location.html' title='Moving To New Location'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-111066714185108845</id><published>2005-03-12T12:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:17:40.480-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing All The Way To The Bank... Bullying Number 2</title><summary type='text'>I had a number of responses to a previous post concerning "Workplace Bullying." Not surprisingly, after checking my logs, I find that post has also received multiple hits from search engines.Many people don't seem to realize just how much of a problem bullying can cause in a business, and to our economy.* The basic reason a bully does what they do is to cover their own inadequacies.  They target </summary><link rel='related' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/are-you-bullied-at-work.html' title='Laughing All The Way To The Bank... Bullying Number 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111066714185108845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111066714185108845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/03/laughing-all-way-to-bank-bullying.html' title='Laughing All The Way To The Bank... Bullying Number 2'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-111036203633254554</id><published>2005-03-08T23:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:00:02.230-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What If You're An Asshole?</title><summary type='text'>To my shock and dismay the other day, I was actually told that I can be one cold, hard MOFU.  I mean really!Ok, fine... so I spent five seconds in self analysis.  Lets see...:I run a somewhat less than "conventional" website. checkI have spent the last two or three decades of my life trying to convince corporations that the morons they hired to run them are crooked and inept. checkALL my ex's do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111036203633254554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/111036203633254554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-if-youre-asshole.html' title='What If You&apos;re An Asshole?'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110979551484309281</id><published>2005-03-02T10:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:50:10.946-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In</title><summary type='text'>I am:A. CertifiableB. Lucky as HellC. PsychicD. A Martial Arts Grand Master (You know, those guys who can dodge thrown knives, spears, arrows, and ping pong balls blindfolded)E. Just That Damned GoodD. None of The AboveI'm shooting for "B" myself, with a distinct leaning towards "A".I got the results of my disaster test.  96 friggin percent!!  (See my previous post)While grateful for my windfall,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110979551484309281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110979551484309281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/03/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110936240548632787</id><published>2005-02-25T09:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:07:31.323-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Days</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who doesn't want to suffer through the following ranting of an old student, please pop over to Bitchitude's site and help her out with her homework.For those of you who haven't read my illustrious profile... I spent a couple of decades in Corporate America.  Now I've decided to complete my advanced degree and inflict all that hard won wisdom on the youth of America.  Hey, it's only fair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110936240548632787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110936240548632787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110860816932020451</id><published>2005-02-16T16:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:42:49.326-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Are YOU Bullied At Work?</title><summary type='text'>At one point or another in an employees life we run into a person in our workplace who could be defined as a "bully".  This person, usually a well established member of the company, rules the company with an iron fist.  Much like the playground bully, however this bully takes their craft to a whole new level.You might be suprised to learn that a workplace bully is rarely the owner or Executive </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bullybusters.org/' title='Are YOU Bullied At Work?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110860816932020451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110860816932020451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/are-you-bullied-at-work.html' title='Are YOU Bullied At Work?'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110826681246181436</id><published>2005-02-12T17:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:53:32.470-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Know About Women</title><summary type='text'>For whatever reason sometimes people actually pay me for my opinion.  Sometimes it's a corporation who can't get a straight answer out of a vendor and needs me to translate.  Other times it's people who are having other problems and for some reason think what I have to say is worth listening to.  I guess they figure if I have survived for this long maybe my survival skills could be worth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110826681246181436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110826681246181436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-know-about-women.html' title='What I Know About Women'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110790241225528170</id><published>2005-02-08T13:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:27:10.173-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What The World Is Coming To</title><summary type='text'>To coin a phrase... WTF??I just don't know what to expect from people anymore.  Here you think you have people all figured out, and WHAM!I expect a serious writer to write serious stuff like what REALLY happened to JFK. What do I see? A great short by Marjo Moore titled I Bet Clinton Thought of it First. On TOP of that I see and article by Andy Martello...Good Show.So what is that all about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110790241225528170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110790241225528170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-world-is-coming-to.html' title='What The World Is Coming To'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110740090441334872</id><published>2005-02-02T17:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:25:54.046-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tool For The Man Who Has Everything</title><summary type='text'>Remember that really cool saw firemen use to cut into cars and doors for a rescue?  Ever have a moving day when you couldn't get the couch in the door?Can't get that pool table into your living room?? Party sauna won't fit in the basement?? Use Cranky's new "Make-A-Door" and turn that useless standard sized door into a spacious new double door in minutes!!You wanna save a life? Call Fire and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110740090441334872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110740090441334872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/02/tool-for-man-who-has-everything.html' title='A Tool For The Man Who Has Everything'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110711623786876076</id><published>2005-01-30T10:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:17:17.866-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug For Some Great Blogs</title><summary type='text'>Finally!! Somebody actually posted a WTF that is Hi-Friggin-larious!Here I am, innocently clickin my butt off to earn credits just like all you other innocent click-ho's out there. Boom... out of the blue there's some guy in a cowboy hat and... um... Oh hell... go check out Grins at Grinsnlaughter.  Definately one of those "WTF moments".The trials and tribulations of returning to school when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110711623786876076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110711623786876076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/shameless-plug-for-some-great-blogs.html' title='Shameless Plug For Some Great Blogs'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110704650771982737</id><published>2005-01-29T14:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:55:07.720-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask The Right Questions</title><summary type='text'>While scanning through my Economics book the other day for a class, I discovered a line that has stuck in my mind since."...almost all economists believe that rent control adversely affects the availability and quality of housing and is a very costly way of helping the most needy members of society.  Nonetheless, many city governments choose to ignore the advice of economists and place ceilings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110704650771982737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110704650771982737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/ask-right-questions.html' title='Ask The Right Questions'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110647805385816179</id><published>2005-01-23T01:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:17:54.550-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Right ... Dammit!</title><summary type='text'>As unpopular as it may seem in a Blog site, I actually do try to stay out of politics as much as possible.  It isn't that I'm not informed, or that I don't care, it's that I prefer sending letters to my congressman and/or any other political figure rather than trying to stir up others into agreeing with me about political decisions.In this case however, I'm gonna break my rule.I wrote an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110647805385816179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110647805385816179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-right-dammit.html' title='I Was Right ... Dammit!'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110634950145347572</id><published>2005-01-21T13:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:26:06.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Channel's Toolbelt Diva, Norma Vally! </title><summary type='text'>Very Cool interview done by Roxanne K. Cottell (Aunty Mapuana) with Norma Vally on   and Also visit M. Rachael Moore at MBC Reading Room for new articles by M. Rachael Moore, and funny man Andy Martello.The site is a hoot if I do say so :)P.S. For those of you who haven't been to the infamous Andy's blog site:and the wonderful and talented Ms. Moore:DB</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110634950145347572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110634950145347572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/discovery-channels-toolbelt-diva-norma.html' title='Discovery Channel&apos;s Toolbelt Diva, Norma Vally! '/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110611531784872643</id><published>2005-01-18T20:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:30:42.590-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Tell Your Company That You Didn't Want Them to Know?</title><summary type='text'>Everyone knows it's a Federal Offense to interfere with snail mail, the mail your postman stuffs in your mailbox.  At least that's some protection against someone else opening your mail without your knowledge.  What are the issues when someone reads your email?When it comes to email most people have what could be considered to be; "Business email" either your own business, or the company you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110611531784872643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110611531784872643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-did-you-tell-your-company-that.html' title='What Did You Tell Your Company That You Didn&apos;t Want Them to Know?'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110592913737126481</id><published>2005-01-16T16:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:32:17.370-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-Up Pop-Behind Pop-Top...POP THIS!!</title><summary type='text'>Ahh... the wonderful world of computers.  We now have the ability to sneak, snoop, peak, pop and poop all over somebody else's computer just because we can.Do you know that I have the Technology to write a virus that will bring down Ft. Knox, Bill Gates, and every computer in the known universe? Yep, I can do that :)  Would I ever do anything that just because I can? HELL NO!Let me tell you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110592913737126481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110592913737126481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/pop-up-pop-behind-pop-toppop-this.html' title='Pop-Up Pop-Behind Pop-Top...POP THIS!!'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110577792311486245</id><published>2005-01-14T22:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:03:58.116-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secretary</title><summary type='text'>Information Technology, or IT can be a very stressful environment, but there are times when it's just down right funny.Since I spent a couple of decades in the technical world, I thought I'd share a humorous story with you that happened years ago, but still brings a smile:Early in my career I learned that, where customers are concerned, sometimes no matter what you do it's gonna be wrong, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110577792311486245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110577792311486245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/secretary.html' title='The Secretary'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110574143855475206</id><published>2005-01-14T13:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:23:58.553-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Using "Free" Traffic Sites</title><summary type='text'>There are several "Free Traffic" sites available so you can add traffic to your Blog. I have a couple of my favorites listed below.Here's a HINT... you can actually surf two at once by opening a second window (one for each service). That way you don't have to wait the required 30 seconds between to earn credits in at least one of them.  Click one, then switch windows and wait for the other to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110574143855475206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110574143855475206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/using-free-traffic-sites.html' title='Using &quot;Free&quot; Traffic Sites'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110557225083600977</id><published>2005-01-12T13:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:04:33.403-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Killers</title><summary type='text'>I can think of a lot of things to call people, but none as hurtful or damning as "Baby Killer".  While our American soldiers fought and died in VietNamh this is how they were refered to.  You probably didn't want to remember that.  You probably don't want to think of how we treated the brave men and women who fought on foreign soil back then... our American soldiers.  You probably don't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110557225083600977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110557225083600977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/baby-killers.html' title='Baby Killers'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110547342948769863</id><published>2005-01-11T09:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:07:33.263-10:00</updated><title type='text'>New  Free Service</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who would like to add more FREE traffic to your site.                        orThey're FREE, and I'll get credit for the referral if you click here :)   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110547342948769863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110547342948769863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-free-service.html' title='New  Free Service'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110535321409160158</id><published>2005-01-10T01:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:33:34.093-10:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Did it Cost</title><summary type='text'>Every day milions of us walk into our local Sears, or Walmart, or hardware store to buy a hand tool.  Tools are pretty cool items to have around the house if you're a handyman or just a weekend fixer-uper.Do we really have any idea how much those little items we spend our money on really cost?  Not in terms of money, but in terms of what it took to actually manufacture those items.Before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110535321409160158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110535321409160158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-much-did-it-cost.html' title='How Much Did it Cost'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110521305921538435</id><published>2005-01-08T09:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T09:37:39.216-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Googly Update</title><summary type='text'>Well, it appears that the Google powers that be have decided to send me ads, at least for now.  Who knows, maybe 5 minutes from now they'll go away, but for now I got ads.  The ads were up and down all day yesterday so who the heck knows.I may just decide to turn the ads off anyway because it may be inhibiting "certain people" for me to have to have my site censored to this extent. Not that I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110521305921538435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110521305921538435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/googly-update_08.html' title='Googly Update'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110513091055848286</id><published>2005-01-07T10:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:41:20.916-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a New One On Me</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that Google will not allow sites with adult language to advertise with them?  I didn't know that.If you'll scroll down on the right, you'll notice under my Technorati Profile, there is this loooong space under it before you get to my Google search bar. Kinda ugly, but I've left it there on purpose.  Google in their wisdom decided that I can't get any advertising because I had a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110513091055848286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110513091055848286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/heres-new-one-on-me.html' title='Here&apos;s a New One On Me'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110505518275970015</id><published>2005-01-06T13:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:06:48.713-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Aged Women With Extra Padding and Sagging?</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned in the article ("The Fault, Dear Brutus, Lies Not In Our Stars, But In Ourselves"), I would agree that the "shape" that's changed over the years in either a man or a woman certainly does have an affect. They aren't either physically or emotionally the same people who met so many years ago. In addition I might add that couples who are actively involved in each others lives are less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110505518275970015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110505518275970015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/middle-aged-women-with-extra-padding.html' title='Middle Aged Women With Extra Padding and Sagging?'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110498669931394915</id><published>2005-01-05T18:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T18:44:59.313-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Pages of Your Life</title><summary type='text'>Whatever this year may bring for all of us, in the end everything will be just as it should be for all of us.When we read a good novel we savor each and every page, sometimes re-reading them and remembering. So it is with life... it's the reading and enjoyment of each page, the journey, that's important... not the end of the book. Enjoy the pages of your life.D Brooks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110498669931394915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110498669931394915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/enjoy-pages-of-your-life.html' title='Enjoy the Pages of Your Life'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110492016278426787</id><published>2005-01-04T23:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:21:31.613-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Fault, Dear Brutus, Lies Not In Our Stars, But In Ourselves"Older men, young women, older women, young men... and it goes on and on...and on. The young stallions wonder why the young women are interested in older men. The older women wonder why older men want younger women, and the older men wonder why women want younger men. Life can be a difficult sometimes. As William Shakespeare once</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110492016278426787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110492016278426787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/fault-dear-brutus-lies-not-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110487474643263815</id><published>2005-01-04T11:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:04:37.620-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is A Hero?</title><summary type='text'>A dictionary might define a hero as: he·ro n. pl. he·roes -In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods. -A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life: soldiers and nurses who were heroes in an </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bfpmedia.com' title='What Is A Hero?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110487474643263815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110487474643263815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-is-hero.html' title='What Is A Hero?'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110471149584579124</id><published>2005-01-02T14:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:18:15.846-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Profit Crapolla</title><summary type='text'>Most of us contribute as much as we can to those around the world who need it more than we do.  I guess it's the Human thing to do.  We really do try and take care of each other.There are a couple of things about Non Profit organizations that people don't always take the time to think about.  The amount of our donated dollar which actually gets to that poor child in India, or Central America, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110471149584579124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110471149584579124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/non-profit-crapolla.html' title='Non-Profit Crapolla'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110463584837531437</id><published>2005-01-01T17:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:17:28.376-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rose Princess</title><summary type='text'>In days of old, when I wasn't so old,I was a young and impetuous Prince.As I dallied one day in the midst of my play,I spied a maid through a rose covered fence.We tarried to spy, my Rose Princess and I,While we whispered sweet sounds to each other.When the day turned to night we lamented our plight,For the light had failed one another.Through that summer we played and not oft did we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110463584837531437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110463584837531437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-rose-princess.html' title='My Rose Princess'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110463408643632450</id><published>2005-01-01T16:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:21:39.350-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Columns</title><summary type='text'>Check out Marjo Moore!!  She's an excellant serious writer with a clue.I think my personal favorites are :12/15/2004: Sam Wright Bodman is the Wrong Man for the Job  and 11/25/2004: Mitch Albom, Will You Be My Mentor? but then I may be a little biased :) I've been following Marjo's work for some time and have a lot of respect for her writing.Andy Martello, a comedian and great humorist </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bfpmedia.com/mbc_ssob.cfm' title='Great Columns'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110463408643632450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110463408643632450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-columns.html' title='Great Columns'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110461667525586330</id><published>2005-01-01T11:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:57:55.256-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament to the Unwise Man</title><summary type='text'>'Tis sad dear Aunty that some men never findThat the way to a womans heart is through her mind.They make show with their money to impress as they spend,When a woman's impressed if you'll just be her friend.They'll wine them and dine them just to get laid,As if a fair price could ever be paid.When all's said and done and they slink out the door,They don't seem to see that there could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110461667525586330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110461667525586330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2005/01/lament-to-unwise-man.html' title='Lament to the Unwise Man'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110456795860584653</id><published>2004-12-31T22:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:25:58.606-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Questions NO Sane Man Should EVER Have to Answer</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so most women when asked would say that they expect complete and total honesty from their men.  Well... honesty is one thing, but brutal honesty? I don't think so.The safest answer to any of the following questions as always is to avoid any answer at all if you can. Smile, nod, and back away slowly... suddenly remembering something REALLY important you need to do elsewhere. If clearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110456795860584653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110456795860584653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2004/12/surviving-questions-no-sane-man-should.html' title='Surviving Questions NO Sane Man Should EVER Have to Answer'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110449136440485899</id><published>2004-12-31T01:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:56:31.773-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exiled at 50</title><summary type='text'>Exiled at 50? While searching the net recently on an unrelated subject I came across a forum for job searchers over 50 that really bothered me.Some of the posts were of course older folks looking for jobs and looking for help, but some were just jerks who apparently thought that everyone should have been born with a silver spoon up their ass and magically have the world at their feet when they </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bfpmedia.com/display_mbc_cc.cfm?AA=158' title='Exiled at 50'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110449136440485899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110449136440485899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2004/12/exiled-at-50.html' title='Exiled at 50'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110447338108781641</id><published>2004-12-30T20:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:10:27.550-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Installment II: How to Hire a Bad Employee and Keep Them That Way or The HR How-To</title><summary type='text'>This is the second installment of "How to Hire Bad Employees".If you haven't already read Part I, go back and check it out because you'll need that information. You've hired a new employee, and you want to be sure they don't turn out to be a Good Employee. We obviously don't want Good Employees because then we can't mess with them. Since messing with employees seems to be the favorite </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bfpmedia.com/display_mbc_cc.cfm?AA=28' title='Installment II: How to Hire a Bad Employee and Keep Them That Way or The HR How-To'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110447338108781641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110447338108781641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2004/12/installment-ii-how-to-hire-bad.html' title='Installment II: How to Hire a Bad Employee and Keep Them That Way or The HR How-To'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110446524838476728</id><published>2004-12-30T17:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:00:59.436-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Installment 1: How to Hire a Bad Employee and Keep Them That Way or The HR How-To</title><summary type='text'>Why, you ask, would anyone want to do that? Well obviously no one would, but by their own actions many employers do it every day. This over the years has become one of my favorite Bitches. How the hell supposed intelligent and well educated HR and/or Management types can continue to make the same stupid mistakes is simply beyond me. You and I have to deal with the results, or become the victim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110446524838476728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110446524838476728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2004/12/installment-1-how-to-hire-bad-employee.html' title='Installment 1: How to Hire a Bad Employee and Keep Them That Way or The HR How-To'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863064.post-110445802509271571</id><published>2004-12-30T15:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T19:57:14.563-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Integrity</title><summary type='text'>When there is a situation that you know is wrong there aren't a lot of ways you can handle it. You can avoid it, you can ignore it, or you can try to do something about it.Sure, easy to say. Sometimes life and people hand us difficult situations. There are times when our own choices can affect not only ourselves, but also our family, friends, and other innocent people. Doesn't seem fair but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110445802509271571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863064/posts/default/110445802509271571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corporatecrappola.blogspot.com/2004/12/trust-and-integrity.html' title='Trust and Integrity'/><author><name>D Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514882930842633703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://maliciousbitch.com/images/orchidsgpa.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
