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	<title>Comments on: Just call me Keanu</title>
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		<title>By: jim</title>
		<link>http://almaer.com/blog/just-call-me-keanu/comment-page-1#comment-37047</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 20:20:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To quote Keanu... whoa.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To quote Keanu&#8230; whoa.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 02:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can completely relate.  My nephew was born 2 weeks before my daughter.  Around six months or so, they went through a phase where they absolutely hated to be in a stopped car.  Stop lights, stop signs, traffic, exiting from a highway; all of these were grounds for hideous wailing and gnashing of, um... gums.  Having both of them in the car at the same time was sheer torture.  Getting to the highway without losing my mind became an exercise in Zen meditation.
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