<?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-7875264718765169583</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:13:09.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Bloghouse</title><subtitle type='html'>Good Place for Verbal Comotion (jibber jabber)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-2487524185141442438</id><published>2012-01-23T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:13:09.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tagline is Worth 1000 Words</title><content type='html'>As a kid my camera toting parents&amp;nbsp;were heard often spouting the phrase, "Now that's a &lt;strong&gt;Kodak Moment&lt;/strong&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a time in my childhood&amp;nbsp;when this&amp;nbsp;tagline was uttered in rapid fire fashion.&amp;nbsp; During Easter&amp;nbsp;biting the ears of my&amp;nbsp;chocolate bunny, my little sister's dance receital, action shots on the soccer field or even a moment I'm still very fond of ... a self&amp;nbsp;taken photo of my 1st pair of canvas &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/" target="_blank"&gt;nike&lt;/a&gt; tennis shoes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This picture was worth 1000 words; exciting newness, classic design, beautiful laces untouched by a spec of dirt&amp;nbsp;and kenetic potential to dominate any playground activity.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't resist!&amp;nbsp; This was&amp;nbsp;a &lt;strong&gt;Kodak&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Moment&lt;/strong&gt; indeed.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodak recently filed Chapter 11 which could mark the end of the &lt;strong&gt;Kodak Moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This was&amp;nbsp;a troubling bit of news&amp;nbsp;because like my parents I find myself saying the familiar tagline&amp;nbsp;when I snap a photo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I said it just today&amp;nbsp;when my&amp;nbsp;dog "Doug" began playing with&amp;nbsp;a soccer ball.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Luckily I had my iPhone at the ready when&amp;nbsp;he placed his front paws atop of the ball and yawned.&amp;nbsp; I like to believe he belted out a mighty&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;roar&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; As you can see from the photo it was an incredibly cute shot.&amp;nbsp; After giving&amp;nbsp;the photo a few&amp;nbsp;special &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/" target="_blank"&gt;Instagram&lt;/a&gt; touches I said to myself, "Now that's&amp;nbsp;a &lt;strong&gt;Kodak Moment&lt;/strong&gt;."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kyZhRXniHQ/Tx3KhjtNZKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dr0PFxmLvAc/s1600/Soccer+Doug.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kyZhRXniHQ/Tx3KhjtNZKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dr0PFxmLvAc/s320/Soccer+Doug.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intimidated?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many articles that I have read regarding Kodak's bankruptcy filing indicated that the company failed to keep up with the fast-paced, ever changing&amp;nbsp;times.&amp;nbsp; If you visit &lt;a href="http://kodak.com/"&gt;Kodak.com&lt;/a&gt; you will&amp;nbsp;think otherwise.&amp;nbsp; You will be impressed, as I have been, at how&amp;nbsp;well&amp;nbsp;Kodak&amp;nbsp;is positioned to manage&amp;nbsp;modern day demands.&amp;nbsp; There are mobile apps, photo sharing, tips from the Pros, market segmentation and many other&amp;nbsp;bells-n-whistles designed to maintain Kodak's relevance.&amp;nbsp; Obvious signs that they are not going away without industrious effort.&amp;nbsp; Not exactly the beaten-down&amp;nbsp;titan&amp;nbsp;riding solemnly into extinction.&amp;nbsp; Far from it.&amp;nbsp; Kodak should be applauded for continuing efforts to effectively evolve their brand of products and services.&amp;nbsp; Along the way they have had to make several extremely difficult sacrifices.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be they find themselves hanging by the thin thread of bancruptcy because they failed to evolve the one thing that&amp;nbsp;helped their brand establish past dominance?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Clearly the tagline &lt;strong&gt;Kodak Moment&lt;/strong&gt; did not wash away from our minds&amp;nbsp;when we started using digital cameras and smartphones&amp;nbsp; to take our pictures.&amp;nbsp; What did go away was Kodak's use of a highly effective tagline and&amp;nbsp;definining what&amp;nbsp;a&lt;strong&gt; Kodak Moment&lt;/strong&gt; looks like in 2012.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's a soccer playing Shih Tzu, who knows?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-2487524185141442438?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/2487524185141442438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=2487524185141442438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/2487524185141442438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/2487524185141442438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2012/01/tagline-is-worth-1000-words.html' title='A Tagline is Worth 1000 Words'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kyZhRXniHQ/Tx3KhjtNZKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dr0PFxmLvAc/s72-c/Soccer+Doug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-1455738857875028661</id><published>2012-01-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T04:54:29.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power in a Title</title><content type='html'>What if &lt;a href="http://ia700402.us.archive.org/29/items/MLKDream/MLKDream_64kb.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Martin Luther King Jr's speech&lt;/a&gt; was titled "I woke up and Voilà!?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Would the power and significance of his mighty "I Have a Dream" speech&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;lessened with a lackluster title? Probably not. The strength and efficacious words contained within this speech changed the course of history&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;America, no the world, desperately needed&amp;nbsp;a new,&amp;nbsp;more humane direction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not around on that amazing summer afternoon on August 28th 1963.&amp;nbsp; Born the following decade&amp;nbsp;I often find myself thankful for Martin Luther King Jr's&amp;nbsp;dream.&amp;nbsp; Thankful that my classrooms and playgrounds&amp;nbsp;were filled will friends with&amp;nbsp;a wide range of skin colors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Never a thought entered my mind that we were different when we sat together at the lunch table&amp;nbsp;trading desserts or took turns&amp;nbsp;sharing our&amp;nbsp;Coleco&amp;nbsp;handheld games. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, maybe I should be thanking all the&amp;nbsp;adults that&amp;nbsp;helped raise me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Thanks Mom and Dad,&amp;nbsp;Teachers, Coaches for allowing Dr. King's speech to permeate&amp;nbsp;your lives.&amp;nbsp; You allowed my generation to be the 1st to effectively&amp;nbsp;benefit from from the&amp;nbsp;seismic change in race relations&amp;nbsp;lead by&amp;nbsp;Dr. King.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for&amp;nbsp;providing me a world where I&amp;nbsp;drank from the same waterfountains, shared the same seats on the schoolbus and wore the same uniforms while enjoying the sports&amp;nbsp;we loved.&amp;nbsp; I honestly can't imagine the divisive world you had to endure when you were kids.&amp;nbsp; Your courage, strength of character and moral correctness enriched my childhood immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2oa611ykIQ/TxRQBfJYAsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xII_X0PspD8/s1600/jack-mah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2oa611ykIQ/TxRQBfJYAsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xII_X0PspD8/s200/jack-mah.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mahalia Jackson 1911 - 1972&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When MLK Jr. stepped up to the podium to&amp;nbsp;deliver his 17 minute speeach before a crowd of over 200,000&amp;nbsp;the tile on his speech read "Normalcy, Never Again."&amp;nbsp; Perhaps we should all be thanking&amp;nbsp; the great &lt;a href="http://www.lkwdpl.org/wihohio/jack-mah.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Mahalia Jackson&lt;/a&gt; for&amp;nbsp;shouting from the crowd&amp;nbsp;... "tell them about the &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;, Martin."&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-tmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-loading"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-overlay"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-wrap"&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-n"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-ne"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-se"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-s"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-sw"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-w"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fancybox-bg" id="fancybox-bg-nw"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="fancybox-close"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fancybox-title"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" id="fancybox-left"&gt;&lt;span class="fancy-ico" id="fancybox-left-ico"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" id="fancybox-right"&gt;&lt;span class="fancy-ico" id="fancybox-right-ico"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7875264718765169583-1455738857875028661?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/1455738857875028661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=1455738857875028661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/1455738857875028661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/1455738857875028661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-in-title.html' title='Power in a Title'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2oa611ykIQ/TxRQBfJYAsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xII_X0PspD8/s72-c/jack-mah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-8394281957784388950</id><published>2012-01-11T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:29:04.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Your Packaging Enhance Brand Loyalty or Kick it in the Nuts?</title><content type='html'>When the courier rang the door bell my&amp;nbsp;new puppy and I raced to the door with our&amp;nbsp;tongues out and tails wagging.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Opening the door I acknowledged the kind delivery guy and scribbled my signature on his digital clipboard.&amp;nbsp; He handed me a plain brown box&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;a lonely packaging label then wish me a good day.&amp;nbsp; Squinting my eyes I could see that it was sent from the&amp;nbsp;manufacture&amp;nbsp;of "MY NEW LAPTOP!&amp;nbsp; HECK YEAH!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBcp7EKVywk/Tw3DKiLnteI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TItQkcpLyF0/s1600/brownbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBcp7EKVywk/Tw3DKiLnteI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TItQkcpLyF0/s320/brownbox.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo! What's inside? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Running back inside with the box I couldn't wait to open it!&amp;nbsp; Packaging bubbles flew over my shoulders until I&amp;nbsp;found styrofoam molds that smartly&amp;nbsp;held my laptop and charging cord.&amp;nbsp; Below that was&amp;nbsp;was a zip-lock envelope that held instructions and warranty documents which will never be read.&amp;nbsp; Wanting to be sure&amp;nbsp;I uncovered all contents I&amp;nbsp;threw&amp;nbsp;the remaining&amp;nbsp;packaging over my shoulders until I hit the bottom of the plain brown box.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this manufacture top marks for shipping their product&amp;nbsp;efficiently and safely.&amp;nbsp; I understand for security reasons that&amp;nbsp;the outside of the box should not draw attention&amp;nbsp;of unwanted eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However, I was dumbfounded&amp;nbsp;not to find a&amp;nbsp;packing slip, thank you letter or even a catalog.&amp;nbsp; No sign that this company was appreciative of my business.&amp;nbsp; More importantly, no sign&amp;nbsp;of their&amp;nbsp;effort to secure my loyalty to their&amp;nbsp;brand.&amp;nbsp; It was almost like they were saying to me, "Oh yeah, here's your&amp;nbsp;laptop."&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if it sounds like I'm a spoiled online consumer&amp;nbsp;then you have me pegged.&amp;nbsp; You see, for years I have been&amp;nbsp;a loyal buyer of T-shirts from &lt;a href="http://www.noisebot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Noisebot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In short, they have mastered the art of securing (my) brand loyalty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know for a fact that Noisebot&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; LOVES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;my business and wants me to make return purchases&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They indicate this by carefully executing one highly effective touch.&amp;nbsp; On every packaging slip&amp;nbsp;I find a small handwritten note..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Simply saying&amp;nbsp;"thank you from Noisebot" or&amp;nbsp;"You ROCK!"&amp;nbsp; A perfect warm-n-fuzzy jesture that makes me feel appreciated and compeled to open their online catalog that lands in my inbox&amp;nbsp;2 - 3x's&amp;nbsp;a year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Should I get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiCSWbkqNcc/Tw3CZwJA4cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LQ3VPTtYUUo/s1600/rock+paper+scissors_NoiseBot.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiCSWbkqNcc/Tw3CZwJA4cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LQ3VPTtYUUo/s400/rock+paper+scissors_NoiseBot.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-8394281957784388950?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/8394281957784388950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=8394281957784388950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/8394281957784388950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/8394281957784388950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2012/01/does-your-packaging-enhance-brand.html' title='Does Your Packaging Enhance Brand Loyalty or Kick it in the Nuts?'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBcp7EKVywk/Tw3DKiLnteI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TItQkcpLyF0/s72-c/brownbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-398849822022567894</id><published>2012-01-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:27:22.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your walls killing your business?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; n the mix of "to-dos" for the new year I&amp;nbsp;wanted to get my financial ducks in a row.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was the weight of blowing out 40 candles that&amp;nbsp;motivated me but I knew I couldn't continue the strategy of "feed it and ignore it." For too many years my retirement plan has moved like frozen molasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my homework, followed a recommendation and was confident I found the perfect financial services firm to manage my&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;nest egg.&amp;nbsp; Driving there I was&amp;nbsp;beaming with optimism.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the door of the business I noticed there was a paper sign taped to the door that&amp;nbsp;listed office hours and a note that indicated brokers meet by appointment only.&amp;nbsp; I shrugged it off and continued inside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another&amp;nbsp;red flag was raised when I was greeted by a&amp;nbsp;lonely reception area equipped with a few boring chairs, and coffee table void of reading material.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and sitting on an empty reception desk I found a silver bell to ring for assistance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the dead-quiet air with a loud ring of the bell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A few seconds later I heard a creaky chair moan, roll back&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;a tall, casually dressed older gentlemen breached&amp;nbsp;the closest office.&amp;nbsp; He looked me in the eye, said he was glad to meet me and we exchanged a firm handshake. I thanked him for taking my appointment and he&amp;nbsp;politely showed&amp;nbsp;me to his office.&amp;nbsp; A textbook professional greeting&amp;nbsp;that began to lift&amp;nbsp;my confidence that this guy was capable of managing my hard earned money.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't last long.&amp;nbsp; Before I even sat down I began shutting&amp;nbsp;off my&amp;nbsp;ears&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;his thoughtful&amp;nbsp;pitch that I would retire&amp;nbsp;early and start my&amp;nbsp;vintage car collection&amp;nbsp;before my hair I turned [completely] gray.&amp;nbsp; The walls in his&amp;nbsp;office were bare of any artwork,&amp;nbsp;bowling trophies, pictures of family, crayon&amp;nbsp;drawings from&amp;nbsp;grandchildren&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;academic achievements.&amp;nbsp; The dust collecting on the faux tree in the corner and the 1990's computer monitor were the final signs that helped me make my decision.&amp;nbsp; I'll be&amp;nbsp;taking my business elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I drove home&amp;nbsp;heart broken that my trust in this kind, grandfatherly&amp;nbsp;gentlemen was not where I hoped. The online feedback was quite positive, his website was&amp;nbsp;informative&amp;nbsp;and my research&amp;nbsp;found that he possessed&amp;nbsp;impressive academic credentials.&amp;nbsp; However, I could not get&amp;nbsp;past that his office conveyed a lack of&lt;strong&gt; pride, permanence, identity&amp;nbsp;and warmth&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Are your walls killing your business?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well, you might&amp;nbsp;answer I don't have client walk-ins.&amp;nbsp; My next question would be do you have vendors visit from time to time?&amp;nbsp; Does your accountant drop by occasionally?&amp;nbsp; Maybe you plan to conduct interviews&amp;nbsp;to find a hot new hire&amp;nbsp;that will help you take your business to the next level.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't happen&amp;nbsp;much anymore&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;maybe your bank partner will pay you a courtesy visit&amp;nbsp;to thank you for your business.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7ak0Ysjbhk/TwSczpD6TNI/AAAAAAAAADo/Aku9Rs0MYxo/s1600/faux+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7ak0Ysjbhk/TwSczpD6TNI/AAAAAAAAADo/Aku9Rs0MYxo/s1600/faux+tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that would never happen ... or would it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quick, you better&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;dust off your faux tree!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-398849822022567894?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/398849822022567894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=398849822022567894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/398849822022567894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/398849822022567894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-your-walls-killing-your-business.html' title='Are your walls killing your business?'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7ak0Ysjbhk/TwSczpD6TNI/AAAAAAAAADo/Aku9Rs0MYxo/s72-c/faux+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-5839417274073236080</id><published>2011-12-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:52:07.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your brand "sticky?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t happens to all of us.&amp;nbsp; A "sticky"&amp;nbsp;song gets&amp;nbsp;locked in our head and it takes a mental circus act to remove it.&amp;nbsp; For me it's usually a &lt;a href="http://www.journeymusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Journey&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;song.&amp;nbsp; I would not call myself a fan but for some reason their lyrics haunt my subconscious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every now and then, completely out of the blue,&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;suddenly&amp;nbsp;humming or belting out,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DON'T STOP BELIEVING! HOLD ON TO TO THAT FEELING!!"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Now, that's a "sticky" song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Is your brand "sticky?"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advertisingglossary.net/definition/408-Brand_Recall" target="_blank"&gt;brand recall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strategies are you employing to&amp;nbsp;ensure that your brand message is lingering in the minds of your target demographic like the lyrics of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLPiYZrwAzU" target="_blank"&gt;Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; My vote for "stickiest" song of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you&amp;nbsp;answer the above question&amp;nbsp;and pat yourself on the back for creating a well-oiled ROI machine &lt;strong&gt;take a walk&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Walk the halls and visit your co-workers and conduct several&amp;nbsp;one question&amp;nbsp;interviews.&amp;nbsp; You will want to visit all departments and don't forget the interns.&amp;nbsp; You remember being an intern don't you?&amp;nbsp; Remember the morale boost you received when someone actually valued your opinion?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important walk so&amp;nbsp;in order to get open and honest answers you must put everyone at ease.&amp;nbsp; Let them&amp;nbsp;them know that you value their time, it's only one question, and&amp;nbsp;you are merely collecting internal input for a marketing project.&amp;nbsp; Ask them this all important question, &lt;strong&gt;"What is &lt;u&gt;our&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;brand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;message?"&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone&amp;nbsp;should be singing from the&amp;nbsp;same song sheet, right?&amp;nbsp; Well, if&amp;nbsp;you receive a wide range of&amp;nbsp;answers&amp;nbsp;you have a serious problem.&amp;nbsp; It is time&amp;nbsp;to roll-up the sleeves and&amp;nbsp;initiate an ambitious B2E campaign.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important to have a "sticky" brand message amongst your co-workers?&amp;nbsp; Too many Brand Managers take &lt;strong&gt;B2E brand communication&lt;/strong&gt; for granted.&amp;nbsp; You have to realize that important interactions happen within your walls every single day.&amp;nbsp; Human resources are training new hires, your warehouse talks to the carrier drivers, accounting is communicating with&amp;nbsp;customers about their accounts,&amp;nbsp;product managers&amp;nbsp;are discussing&amp;nbsp;specifications with&amp;nbsp;vendors and the list goes on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real simple.&amp;nbsp; If your brand is not "sticky"&amp;nbsp;on the inside you're missing valuable opportunities to enhance brand recall on the outside.&amp;nbsp; Execute your&amp;nbsp;B2E campaign properly and your brand message might get locked&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;heads of your targets like the &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Beach%20Boys%20Lyrics/Kokomo%20Lyrics.html" target="_blank"&gt;Beach Boy's Kokomo&lt;/a&gt; ... Aruba, Jamaica, DANG IT! Now it's stuck!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-5839417274073236080?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/5839417274073236080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=5839417274073236080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5839417274073236080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5839417274073236080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-your-brand-sticky.html' title='Is your brand &quot;sticky?&quot;'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-5979276224858051393</id><published>2011-12-23T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:47:59.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you've learned from this dynamic public speaker too</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlQadp6_H4k/TvnfzK-dXyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hM00TX520jQ/s1600/Linus2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlQadp6_H4k/TvnfzK-dXyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hM00TX520jQ/s200/Linus2.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linus Van Pelt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;During this time of year I am reminded of when I heard one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite speeches delivered by one of my favorite public speakers.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;heard this speech at a&amp;nbsp;very early age while&amp;nbsp;toting my favorite blaket, wearing&amp;nbsp;footie pjs and lying down in front of the electric glow of a manual dial television.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know&amp;nbsp;that I was watching a master public speaker.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To this day I utilized&amp;nbsp;the same techniques when I speak publicly (favorite blanket excluded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMG8J6xI8-Q/TvS2K8UxIWI/AAAAAAAAACs/nNp2hR4RNAg/s1600/Dad+n+Me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMG8J6xI8-Q/TvS2K8UxIWI/AAAAAAAAACs/nNp2hR4RNAg/s200/Dad+n+Me.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After hearing from the great public speaker Linus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was my 1st time watching A Charlie Brown Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Midway through the program the consummate blockhead Charlie Brown was struggling to figure-out the fuss about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; His blanket toating pal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pn10FF-FQfs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linus spoke up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="goog_822791268"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_822791269"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In a very humble manner he&amp;nbsp;delivered his knowledge of the meaning of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Not before he requested the appropriate lighting and receiving the&amp;nbsp;full attention of the cast and crew assembled for the Christmas play.&amp;nbsp; He displayed perfect delivery.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;straight to the point, small impactful pauses and without one "umm" or "like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Linus's speach&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; focused my limited attention span and sat up to listen.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;strongly identified with Linus because I too could not part with my favorite blanket.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly my understaning of Christmas turned from being all about family visiting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, giving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gifts, and a rotund, red-suited&amp;nbsp;man with a white beard leaving &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; more gifts!&amp;nbsp; An important lesson because I quickly learned why I would find serious&amp;nbsp;trouble everytime I played with my Mother's hand-made Nativity scene.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night I heard the same&amp;nbsp;lesson 100 times from Sunday school teachers, and preachers from the pulpit.&amp;nbsp; Never as beautifully or as effectively as Linus.&amp;nbsp; Credit to Charles Schultz for creating a character that truly knew his audience.&amp;nbsp; Especially when delivering a message&amp;nbsp;as important as the meaning of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-5979276224858051393?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/5979276224858051393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=5979276224858051393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5979276224858051393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5979276224858051393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe-youve-learned-from-this-dynamic.html' title='Maybe you&apos;ve learned from this dynamic public speaker too'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlQadp6_H4k/TvnfzK-dXyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hM00TX520jQ/s72-c/Linus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-5177865103167317213</id><published>2011-12-13T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:27:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Reality, I'm back from vacation.  Let's GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fA14Vq4OdU/Tudyd0idJ2I/AAAAAAAAACg/UHFGDSx5ikg/s1600/Ralphie+Fuzzy+Bunny+PJs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fA14Vq4OdU/Tudyd0idJ2I/AAAAAAAAACg/UHFGDSx5ikg/s200/Ralphie+Fuzzy+Bunny+PJs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel your pain Ralphie!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Coming home from vacation is always exhausting.&amp;nbsp; We have all been there and it's never easy to jump into the cold waters of reality.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I drag myself back to reality&amp;nbsp;kicking and screaming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sort of like Ralphie&amp;nbsp;resisting to put on his new fuzzy bunny pajamas.&amp;nbsp; The Christmas Story is my favorite holiday movie next to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075988/" target="_blank"&gt;Emit Otter's Jugband Christmas&lt;/a&gt;. Jim Henson was a genius.  The bloopers from the DVD will make you pee your pants but&amp;nbsp;I digress ...&lt;br /&gt;A mentor of mine&amp;nbsp;advised me that the&amp;nbsp;best way to attack reality is to stare it in the face and say, "let's go!"&amp;nbsp;Well, much easier said than done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Reality does not fight fair! Those of us that have returned from an&amp;nbsp;relaxing vacation&amp;nbsp;are all too familiar with this fact.&amp;nbsp; Reality will zap your motivation with a&amp;nbsp;grey sky and a&amp;nbsp;chill in the air.&amp;nbsp; Making the 1st night&amp;nbsp;back your own bed&amp;nbsp;extra special&amp;nbsp;cozy and almost impossible to leave.&amp;nbsp; Reality will continue to slap you around as your mind races while&amp;nbsp;thinking about&amp;nbsp;your long list of&amp;nbsp;to-dos ... unpack an overstuffed suitcase, do laundry,&amp;nbsp;walk the dog, pay bills, Christmas shopping, opening snail mail, answering email and the list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; No, I think a better idea is&amp;nbsp;pulling the covers over my head and dream of the waves of Cancun which I was just swimming in yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Here, I brought back a short video for daydreaming purposes.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31e0360392bb1d9" 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://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D031e0360392bb1d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329843774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D60BF8D27D5C016A5F588F0A08D81309C0EFF2.68C8AEC433CD94E3571409A84C2CD43C534604F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31e0360392bb1d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DreJtf5KnGyYVTxp6RmPsB6XzCMU&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://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D031e0360392bb1d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329843774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D60BF8D27D5C016A5F588F0A08D81309C0EFF2.68C8AEC433CD94E3571409A84C2CD43C534604F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31e0360392bb1d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DreJtf5KnGyYVTxp6RmPsB6XzCMU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait just a minute! Coffee! Yes! YES! I then force myself to&amp;nbsp;haul my tail out of bed&amp;nbsp;and drink the 1st cup of home brewed coffee!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, and just think of the 1st shower at home with all your own shampoo, soap and the perfect amount of water pressure.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah!&amp;nbsp;Reality you have been&amp;nbsp;beat and now I am laughing&amp;nbsp;at you over a fresh, hot&amp;nbsp;cup of Hazelnut flavored coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of you, opening&amp;nbsp;my inbox is the reality check&amp;nbsp;I most dred.&amp;nbsp; Especially after being fortunate enough to completely&amp;nbsp;ignore email during&amp;nbsp;my vacation.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't done this yourself&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend trying it.&amp;nbsp; You will be glad you did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;the time has come to open the ol' inbox.&amp;nbsp; Sitting in front of my laptop I let out a sigh&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;open my email account&amp;nbsp;like Will Farrell&amp;nbsp;testing Jack in the Boxes&amp;nbsp;in the movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0319343/" target="_blank"&gt;ELF&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(also a&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;Christmas movie).&amp;nbsp; My stomach tightened as I watched hundred of emails&amp;nbsp;fill my inbox like an avalanche.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Suddenly I felt overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; Tackling this task will&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;all day and possibly tomorrow&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp; I don't&amp;nbsp;handle this systematically.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had to promise&amp;nbsp;myself not open anything!  It's time to GET ORGANIZED!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I created 3 temporary files for&amp;nbsp;business, family and friends.&amp;nbsp; Now, shove your emails in the appropriate files.  I kept reminding myself&amp;nbsp;to resist the temptation of opening mail because&amp;nbsp;I can easily get bogged down and lose focus.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dump the junk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  Now is a perfect time time to delete, unsubscribe and/or post spam notices for all the sources that pollute&amp;nbsp;my inbox.&amp;nbsp; Good riddance!&amp;nbsp; Especially you AARP.&amp;nbsp; I keep asking you to&amp;nbsp;refine your target.&amp;nbsp; I'm far from retirement age,&amp;nbsp;dang!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right,&amp;nbsp;I'm getting closer to crack open the 1st&amp;nbsp;email.&amp;nbsp; Before that I will&amp;nbsp;create 2&amp;nbsp;sub folders&amp;nbsp;inside my business folder; important and not so important.&amp;nbsp; Depending on who sent the mail and the subject line it's easy to determine which ones will&amp;nbsp;be viewed first.&amp;nbsp; As a job seeker this is particularly important to me. Timing is&amp;nbsp;crucial&amp;nbsp;when finding&amp;nbsp;my next dream job.&amp;nbsp; I know full well it's not going&amp;nbsp;to fall into my lap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go clicking away at a feverish pace. Thirty minutes fly by and I've&amp;nbsp;made a huge dent.&amp;nbsp; I keep my responses succint&amp;nbsp;and take breaks only to fill&amp;nbsp;my coffee cup, return important phone calls&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;visit the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; My eye is on the prize and the prize is to&amp;nbsp;addressed all professional and personal&amp;nbsp;emails that surfaced while on my vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long&amp;nbsp;I find myself opening the contents of my last folder,&amp;nbsp;"friends."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are a&amp;nbsp;few jokes clean and otherwise.&amp;nbsp; Also,&amp;nbsp;I was please to open updates on my beloved GSU Eagles&amp;nbsp;winning a spot in&amp;nbsp;FCS semi-finals.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? Could it be? YES! I AM FINISHED!&amp;nbsp; Wooohooo!&amp;nbsp; Two short hours and 428 emails later and I'm patting myself on the back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A huge victory after tasting sour medicine&amp;nbsp;feed to me by the harsh&amp;nbsp;reality of returning from vacation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I rewarded myself with the sweet&amp;nbsp;taste of success by picking up lunch from my favorite&amp;nbsp;neighborhood restaurant &lt;a href="http://www.hankooktaqueria.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hankook Taqueira&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Home Sweet Home!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-5177865103167317213?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/5177865103167317213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=5177865103167317213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5177865103167317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/5177865103167317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-reality-im-back-from-vacation-lets.html' title='Hey Reality, I&apos;m back from vacation.  Let&apos;s GO!'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fA14Vq4OdU/Tudyd0idJ2I/AAAAAAAAACg/UHFGDSx5ikg/s72-c/Ralphie+Fuzzy+Bunny+PJs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-8457041054504891566</id><published>2011-11-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:06:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting-off the old blog ... Relaunch!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I mean HOLY CRAP!&amp;nbsp; I was completely surprised to&amp;nbsp;see that Google maintained my blogspot since my last post in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I thought it was scrapped long ago.&amp;nbsp; It was nice to read the few posts I did make way back when.&amp;nbsp; A nice time capsule of sorts.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose this is my official "relaunch" post.&amp;nbsp; The digital landscape has changed quite a bit since '08. &amp;nbsp;I have much to learn and there are mountains of bells-n-whistles that I can now utilize to enrich my bloggin' experience.&amp;nbsp; My&amp;nbsp;goal is to put all these fancy schmancy tools to use and hopefully inform and&amp;nbsp;occasionally entertain the&amp;nbsp;valiant few that decide to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to do a quick update by giving my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=27924021&amp;amp;trk=tab_pro" target="_blank"&gt;LinkedIn profile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I'm in pursuit of my next career move) and the pictures should give you an idea what has transpired in my life recently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYsbNHwyEQc/TtZ-KYI5-rI/AAAAAAAAABc/v7TDwPQBuLs/s1600/DSC_1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="212px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYsbNHwyEQc/TtZ-KYI5-rI/AAAAAAAAABc/v7TDwPQBuLs/s320/DSC_1202.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCv2nHhN1t0/TtZ-a7yBEQI/AAAAAAAAABk/JfYfJPybmho/s1600/DSC_1283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCv2nHhN1t0/TtZ-a7yBEQI/AAAAAAAAABk/JfYfJPybmho/s320/DSC_1283.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matt's Bloghouse launch sequence to start in 3,2,1 ... it's a go!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-8457041054504891566?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/8457041054504891566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=8457041054504891566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/8457041054504891566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/8457041054504891566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2011/11/dusting-off-old-blog-relaunch.html' title='Dusting-off the old blog ... Relaunch!'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYsbNHwyEQc/TtZ-KYI5-rI/AAAAAAAAABc/v7TDwPQBuLs/s72-c/DSC_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-7994860804682604323</id><published>2008-01-27T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:32:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Cabin Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R5zFDafejDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PD8fsomXrqA/s1600-h/Photo_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160215935501372466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R5zFDafejDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PD8fsomXrqA/s320/Photo_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We missed Ken on this trip.  He had pappa duty that kept him in Dallas.  Gary had us all excited when he brought his turkey fryer.  Unfortunately, grease spilled and the fryer failed.  That didn't matter because Kevin slipped on grease and accidently kicked the turkey into the woods.  We all had a big laugh and enjoyed the best mac-n-cheese dinner of our lives.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-7994860804682604323?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/7994860804682604323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=7994860804682604323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/7994860804682604323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/7994860804682604323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-friends-cabin-trip.html' title='Best Friends Cabin Trip'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R5zFDafejDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PD8fsomXrqA/s72-c/Photo_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-857778306368039544</id><published>2007-11-20T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:32:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep ... Fall's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0OHc08kmWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GL6nmQNAoYM/s1600-h/temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135096929451284834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0OHc08kmWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GL6nmQNAoYM/s320/temp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures from my camera phone are usually grainy and blurred. Typically that can be explained by a late night of drinking. Thankfully, this mid-afternoon Fall photo was taken with a sober mind. Otherwise it would have turned out looking like a Dali painting, circa 1972. As you can see, my camera phone did the best it could. Cameras of the finest quality would have had trouble capturing these colors fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Fall colors remind me of a full bowl of Fruity Pebbles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-857778306368039544?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/857778306368039544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=857778306368039544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/857778306368039544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/857778306368039544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2007/11/yep-falls-here.html' title='Yep ... Fall&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0OHc08kmWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GL6nmQNAoYM/s72-c/temp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-3828400829049419394</id><published>2007-11-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:32:23.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0IE-k8kmVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/84yw41DFMpU/s1600-h/Me+at+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134671998271920466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0IE-k8kmVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/84yw41DFMpU/s320/Me+at+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I handed in my letter of resignation today. It is difficult to leave a company that has been so good to me over the past five years. My blessings have been many. I've worked hard to make my employer proud of me. I know that I'm leaving behind a positive legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exciting to think of what's ahead. With my new job, the responsibilities will be greater and I'll be on the road much more. New product to represent, new role, new clients and new places to experience. Ready for the change! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-3828400829049419394?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/3828400829049419394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=3828400829049419394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/3828400829049419394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/3828400829049419394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2007/11/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good!'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/R0IE-k8kmVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/84yw41DFMpU/s72-c/Me+at+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875264718765169583.post-4057648265733744344</id><published>2007-10-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:32:23.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey's 13 (91)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/RwU72ue8AxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NjJIW8Z7uew/s1600-h/100_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117562362953204498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/RwU72ue8AxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NjJIW8Z7uew/s320/100_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He made it!&lt;/span&gt;  Can you tell he hates baths?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875264718765169583-4057648265733744344?l=fasick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/feeds/4057648265733744344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875264718765169583&amp;postID=4057648265733744344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/4057648265733744344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875264718765169583/posts/default/4057648265733744344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasick.blogspot.com/2007/10/baileys-13-91.html' title='Bailey&apos;s 13 (91)!'/><author><name>Matt Fasick</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101691272591055954460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bOWrXPiiG3g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ae2Do1-Khq4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoV_LHQYGWE/RwU72ue8AxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NjJIW8Z7uew/s72-c/100_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
