<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><!-- generator="wordpress/1.5.2" -->
<rss version="2.0" 
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: Life&#8217;s Pain</title>
	<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/</link>
	<description>All things Mike McGranahan.</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 17:27:32 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.2</generator>

	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Who ordered the scrambled brains? &#187; Goodbye, grandpa.</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-11497</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 20:11:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-11497</guid>
					<description>[...] Another memory to attach to this date. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>[&#8230;] Another memory to attach to this date. [&#8230;]
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-32</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 07:49:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-32</guid>
					<description>It's incredible and crazy and great to hear from you again, Anna.  I was recently thinking about the humanity of death, by which I mean the notion of how, once we die, we become part of this ongoing, developing and sacred human history.  That history, from tens to thousands to hundreds of thousands of years ago, is the foundation, and the fuel, of progress.  So death has a really noble element to it, which applies to everyone, for better of for worse, since the human species is obviously imperfect.  Nonetheless, it's like we become enshrined in this huge and powerful concept of humanity itself upon death.  My grandpa is now part of the history of our species, of our society, of our culture.  For now, we who are living are separate of that history, honoring it every time we draw upon it and learn from it and apply it and benefit from it, but we will all be part of it one day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>It&#8217;s incredible and crazy and great to hear from you again, Anna.  I was recently thinking about the humanity of death, by which I mean the notion of how, once we die, we become part of this ongoing, developing and sacred human history.  That history, from tens to thousands to hundreds of thousands of years ago, is the foundation, and the fuel, of progress.  So death has a really noble element to it, which applies to everyone, for better of for worse, since the human species is obviously imperfect.  Nonetheless, it&#8217;s like we become enshrined in this huge and powerful concept of humanity itself upon death.  My grandpa is now part of the history of our species, of our society, of our culture.  For now, we who are living are separate of that history, honoring it every time we draw upon it and learn from it and apply it and benefit from it, but we will all be part of it one day.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Anna</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-31</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 04:56:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-31</guid>
					<description>Hey Mike,
Snazzy web site and so cool to see that you are writing. I was beginning to think that you changed dramatically since we were wee babes in internet world, but you are the same amazing. I hope your Lolo is having a blast wherever he may be, cramp free and kicking it with all of our grandparents who have left our ball. Hospitals are not the snazziest places to live your last days, we should all be ready for the bland colors and funky noises when we are on our way out, but hope we can be as lucky as your lolo with hands to hold and knowing people are there loving and trying to ease the pain. My mom works at Hospice, the land of those living thair last months, and it is a whole other world it seems. We hardly focus on the fact that people are dying everyday, until it's someone we love.  THen it is like reality check 101. We need to look at our relatives who are alive today and think of how we can contribute to their lives before they die, so we don't live in regret. I can't imagine how horribly i ignored my grandparents while they were ill, it is too hard to see people we love suffer, but how I wish i sacrificed my discomfort and let them know I cared. Thanks for writing about this Mike, I think I need to send a card out to my real grandma on the farm and  chat her up a bit. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Hey Mike,<br />
Snazzy web site and so cool to see that you are writing. I was beginning to think that you changed dramatically since we were wee babes in internet world, but you are the same amazing. I hope your Lolo is having a blast wherever he may be, cramp free and kicking it with all of our grandparents who have left our ball. Hospitals are not the snazziest places to live your last days, we should all be ready for the bland colors and funky noises when we are on our way out, but hope we can be as lucky as your lolo with hands to hold and knowing people are there loving and trying to ease the pain. My mom works at Hospice, the land of those living thair last months, and it is a whole other world it seems. We hardly focus on the fact that people are dying everyday, until it&#8217;s someone we love.  THen it is like reality check 101. We need to look at our relatives who are alive today and think of how we can contribute to their lives before they die, so we don&#8217;t live in regret. I can&#8217;t imagine how horribly i ignored my grandparents while they were ill, it is too hard to see people we love suffer, but how I wish i sacrificed my discomfort and let them know I cared. Thanks for writing about this Mike, I think I need to send a card out to my real grandma on the farm and  chat her up a bit.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-30</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 02:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-30</guid>
					<description>Thank you, Kelsey!  I'll definately tell them how you feel.  It's very nice and totally unexpected to hear from you!   I'm sure my parents will also appreciate your words.  I hope everything is going well for you guys.  I'd love to see you all again.  And I hope Riley will give Shaun and me another chance. =)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Thank you, Kelsey!  I&#8217;ll definately tell them how you feel.  It&#8217;s very nice and totally unexpected to hear from you!   I&#8217;m sure my parents will also appreciate your words.  I hope everything is going well for you guys.  I&#8217;d love to see you all again.  And I hope Riley will give Shaun and me another chance. =)
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: kelsey(from PA)</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-29</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 17:19:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-29</guid>
					<description>wOw mike...i am soo srry to hear about that...i hope everything goes well with daisy!!!tell everyone i said srry!!!please...if you could do that...i would really appreciate it!thank you!!!i hope to see you soon!love you!once again i am really srry!i love you always and forever!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>wOw mike&#8230;i am soo srry to hear about that&#8230;i hope everything goes well with daisy!!!tell everyone i said srry!!!please&#8230;if you could do that&#8230;i would really appreciate it!thank you!!!i hope to see you soon!love you!once again i am really srry!i love you always and forever!
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-28</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 02:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-28</guid>
					<description>Thanks, Marcus.  Your support is deeply appreciated.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Thanks, Marcus.  Your support is deeply appreciated.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: marcus.d</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-27</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-27</guid>
					<description>hey mike, my sincere condolences to you and your family for such a great loss.  i lost my grandfathers too a couple of years back, and it was hard.  my prayers are with all of you... may your grandfather's legacy live well in you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>hey mike, my sincere condolences to you and your family for such a great loss.  i lost my grandfathers too a couple of years back, and it was hard.  my prayers are with all of you&#8230; may your grandfather&#8217;s legacy live well in you.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-26</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 22:48:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-26</guid>
					<description>Emotional outbursts, among others things remembered and not!  

The two of us are both cynical and elitist, but mainly by the high standard of genuineness to which we set others.  At least that's how I see it.  We simply reject the idea held by our generation, peers, neighbors, that the only way to survive in this society is to fake it or cheat it.

It's interesting that biology and psychology are becoming increasingly linked.  Perhaps lolo's legacy continues in our veins, if not our hair.  Thanks for the continuing encouragement, Tara.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Emotional outbursts, among others things remembered and not!  </p>
	<p>The two of us are both cynical and elitist, but mainly by the high standard of genuineness to which we set others.  At least that&#8217;s how I see it.  We simply reject the idea held by our generation, peers, neighbors, that the only way to survive in this society is to fake it or cheat it.</p>
	<p>It&#8217;s interesting that biology and psychology are becoming increasingly linked.  Perhaps lolo&#8217;s legacy continues in our veins, if not our hair.  Thanks for the continuing encouragement, Tara.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
	<item>
 		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s Pain by: Tara Bartolome</title>
		<link>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-25</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.scrambledbrains.net/2005/06/26/lifes-pain/#comment-25</guid>
					<description>The ability to write so candidly is a gift that not many of us have. You write sincerely and in a tone that many can sympathize with. For that I love you very much. Everything that I write comes off as brash and inappropriate (at least to those with refined taste). Then again, I am not prevaying my emotions to anyone who does not know me already. Only a select few are privied to that mess.

You and I have shared many an emotional outburst over copious amounts of alcohol on the patio of a bar that shall remain nameless. We smoked a pack of cigarettes and made fun of people. We came to the realization that we were snobs and practically hated everyone, and yet we both also agreed that we shared a love for life as well as for our family and our loved ones. You and I came to a conclusion that we are very similar regardless of how long it took either of us to finish college.

I suppose that this is less of a comment on your blog and more of a confessional as well as an applause to who you are. You are one of my best friends but you are only one of two people who I can also call my family. I suppose that the blood that courses through our bodies are somewhat alike, but the thoughts and feelings that we share with the world are identical. Thank you for being you and nobody else.

I think grandpa liked your hair, but that also may have been the reason why his eyes were closed so tightly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>The ability to write so candidly is a gift that not many of us have. You write sincerely and in a tone that many can sympathize with. For that I love you very much. Everything that I write comes off as brash and inappropriate (at least to those with refined taste). Then again, I am not prevaying my emotions to anyone who does not know me already. Only a select few are privied to that mess.</p>
	<p>You and I have shared many an emotional outburst over copious amounts of alcohol on the patio of a bar that shall remain nameless. We smoked a pack of cigarettes and made fun of people. We came to the realization that we were snobs and practically hated everyone, and yet we both also agreed that we shared a love for life as well as for our family and our loved ones. You and I came to a conclusion that we are very similar regardless of how long it took either of us to finish college.</p>
	<p>I suppose that this is less of a comment on your blog and more of a confessional as well as an applause to who you are. You are one of my best friends but you are only one of two people who I can also call my family. I suppose that the blood that courses through our bodies are somewhat alike, but the thoughts and feelings that we share with the world are identical. Thank you for being you and nobody else.</p>
	<p>I think grandpa liked your hair, but that also may have been the reason why his eyes were closed so tightly.
</p>
]]></content:encoded>
				</item>
</channel>
</rss>
