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The Palm Pre was my first opportunity to "camp-out" in front of a store. I didn't go for the hype on the Wii, XBox360, PS3, iPod or iPhone, but for whatever reason I fell hard for the Palm Pre. We had heard rumors that stores would have anywhere between 3 and 10 units per store. Best Buy had the nicest deal 199.99 with no mail-in rebate to deal with but they didn't open until 10 am. Sprint opened at 8 am but there was dealing with the weeks of waiting for the rebate to come back - No Thanks.

I love you for your determination.
I hate your stubbornness.
I love that you see beauty in me.
I hate that you see my every flaw.
I love that you are assertive.
I hate when you are aggressive.
I love you for your playfulness.
I hate when you don't take me seriously.
I love that you can take charge.
I hate when you seize control.
I love you for your spontaneity.
I hate your impetuousness.
I love you for your self reliance.
I hate that you don't need me.

"And when I liv'd I was your other wife;
And when you lov'd, you were my other husband."

I fancied myself married once. She was a beautiful woman, full of life and love, intelligence and daring, kindness and beauty. I did not have the patience and intelligence to continue that relationship. Instead I used every opportunity I had to corrupt it, cheapen it, to manipulate her and to utterly destroy not just that relationship but the dozens of others that had grown up in relation to it.

So you think you know him/her, but do you really. I don't think that anyone really knows anyone else. We're all so busy constructing a mask for others to see that we disallow people from seeing who we really are. At the same time we're so busy hurling questions at other people's facades that we fail to crack the veneer and look any deeper than the surface.

So my wife asks "what is a blog"? I gave her that cocked head "did you just fart" look. "Do you read my BLOG?" - "OH! That's what a blog is?!"

I don't think she's read anything out here for a few years. I had to explain that a blog is like a narcissist's diary. Instead of writing about oneself and keeping it secret we just throw it out there for everyone to read, damn the consequences.

My grandmother is in the hospital again. I love her and my grandfather furiously. I think about them daily. Yet at the same time I rarely call or make contact. Maybe a couple of times a year. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. Which makes it all the worse when one of them gets sick.

"There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't."

I live in a world all my own mixed with "conservative" and "liberal" beliefs. In 2000 I wanted McCain as President. I thought he was amazing, honest, and noble. When he lost and put his full support behind G.W. I was devastated. Over the last 8 years a much different McCain has appeared and one that I could not possibly support.

Ladies, have you ever found yourself making the following statements to a girlfriend, mother, sister, or mother-in-law in regards to your husband?

"Oh, My Johnnie just loves his video games."

"Yeah. Tim has a whole shelf full of toys."

"It's like they stop growing at 8."

"I think he relates to the kids more than me."

Have you ever said those things in front of your husband. Have you ever said those things in front of your husband at your friend/sister/mother/mother-in-law's?

His love was rapacious, eager, all consuming, everlasting and ever present. It loomed like death over a still living relationship, waiting for the right moment, that moment when it would show itself and spring into action, that moment when it would take her heart.

Of course, that was the last thing that he wanted his love to be; Some buzzard waiting in the lurch for just the right circumstance. No, he wanted his love to be inspirational, uplifting, engaging, and enticing. he wanted his love to be a soft ember warming her heart. He wanted his love to send a soft scent on the breeze that would draw his honey bee nearer, and then draw her back time and time again.

Imagine an article that tells you that "love isn't real". Suddenly you are faced with the very real fact that the smile you get when you see your kids playing in the yard or the butterflies you feel seeing that first love are merely a chemical reaction brought about by a particular stimuli. That same article explains how love is a result of evolution and that it may have helped our ancestors create tighter bonds in order to preserve the species through hard times like drought, famine, and flood.

Now substitute God for love. God is simply a chemical reaction deep inside the brain that every human feels in order to help them cope with something outside of their control (drought, famine, and flood.) Really? Could it be that simple?