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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://blogs.technet.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Quiet MCE, Part Deux</title><link>http://blogs.technet.com/dlemson/archive/2004/12/21/329066.aspx</link><description>Earlier this year, after being a TiVo fan for quite a few years (I have the little plush toy they sent me in my window at Microsoft :-), I decided to see what Microsoft's solution was all about and installed a Media Center 2005 machine. Now that we've</description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2.1 SP1 (Build: 61025.2)</generator><item><title>re: Quiet MCE, Part Deux</title><link>http://blogs.technet.com/dlemson/archive/2004/12/21/329066.aspx#329295</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2004 23:14:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">d5e57398-b9ef-4490-9955-07cbb4e4a80d:329295</guid><dc:creator>Jeff Atwood</dc:creator><description>&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.silentpcreview.com/"&gt;http://www.silentpcreview.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the definitive site</description></item><item><title>re: Quiet MCE, Part Deux</title><link>http://blogs.technet.com/dlemson/archive/2004/12/21/329066.aspx#331316</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2004 17:26:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">d5e57398-b9ef-4490-9955-07cbb4e4a80d:331316</guid><dc:creator>M</dc:creator><description>I hate Fry's in Renton.  I hate walking in there and seeing all the aisles of missing or misplaced parts.  Best of all is that each aisle has a picture of the person responsible for it.  Perhaps the pictures are there in a vain attempt to shame the salespeople to clean up their section?  I certainly wouldn't want my face associated with the majority of the aisles at Fry's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate having to hunt down the sparse salespeople who avoid making eye contact. Sometimes I feel as if I am on some sort of surreal African safari hunting the elusive &amp;quot;salespersonus Fryus.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every time I escape from Fry's I promise myself that I will never go back.  Invariably the memory of the painful experience fades and I find myself mistakenly thinking, &amp;quot;Fry's is so big that they are bound to have what I need in stock.  I'll just pop in on my way home from work.&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I always end up making two trips.  One to Fry's to find out that they are out of stock on what I need, and a second trip to a local computer store that actually cares about customer service and keeping items in stock.&lt;br&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>