<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190</id><updated>2009-10-16T20:07:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mobile Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8422349190635518728</id><published>2008-06-27T10:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:53:22.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is tough... too hard to post every day... so me and my friend decided to split a blog.... actually i kinda hijacked 2 days from her, but whatever...  you can find my crazyness @ http://eyaanya.blogspot.com/ on tues/thurs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8422349190635518728?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8422349190635518728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8422349190635518728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8422349190635518728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8422349190635518728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7563022080390233571</id><published>2008-03-19T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:13:34.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin the nash</title><content type='html'>So i got the word that today is the bday of someone i met last year for 3 days and has really effected my life... prob one of the reasons in am still swimming. i met him at the state swim meet and then he died about a week later. 3/19/64 - 4/22/07. I love you buddy... we'll all be thinking about you no doubt next weekend at state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7563022080390233571?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7563022080390233571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7563022080390233571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7563022080390233571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7563022080390233571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/03/rockin-nash.html' title='Rockin the nash'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5636154420116359548</id><published>2008-03-12T07:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:46:56.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workplace invasion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R9fe5CAjN_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vQ2JZVTk0ng/s1600-h/03112008065-716595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R9fe5CAjN_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vQ2JZVTk0ng/s320/03112008065-716595.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176851368058763250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So we all hear about the blur between work and personal life. Most stories revolve around work demanding more of us... And things like blackberry phones leaving people in touch 24-7. I see this point and it sucks... I personally hope to avoid the blackberry at all cost (we&amp;#39;ll see how that works out). &lt;br&gt;My point for this is that i feel like the invasion is both ways. Technology has not only made it easy for work to consume us, but it has also made ways for us to bring personal into work. So back in the good old days you could leave your post to make a phone call, but it was quite obvious that you were doing some personal stuff. Or you could talk to other workers... Pretty basic stuff... Stuff that is fine at any job. &lt;br&gt;Now i see people on messenger at work, email, facebook, phone, cell phone, texting, i have even heard of people who work remote going grocery shopping. Now really we are all a bit guilty of stuff like this so can we honestly put all the impetus on the company? (i believe thats the first time i have ever used that word)&lt;br&gt; Yeah i know its a bit of a chicken egg situation... We need to do more at work cuz they want more of us... Or they need to work more cuz they are not productive enough. &lt;br&gt;I think work hours and expectations are getting a bit out of hand in all honestly. Assuming you get 8 hours of sleep a night. You are awake for 112 total hours in a 7 day week. Just 40 hours of work takes up 36% of that time. Throw in 1 hour of commute each day... 40% of your time... Add in an hour lunch 45%. If you add in other meals (put in 1.5 hours total per day) we spend 54% of our total awake hours working or stuffing our faces. Leaving us with about 4.5 hours on weekdays and 14.5 hours on weekends... I am not going to add in errands and getting ready for work since that would prob be depressing since it would show we only actually do what we want like 40% of our awake hours which is like 26.6 percent of our total living hours. &lt;p&gt;Anyway... Isnt that the biggest asian pear in the history of the world?!? I tried to eat it but failed... Tossed like a 5th of it away... Which incidently could have fed a family of 4 in some other country. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5636154420116359548?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5636154420116359548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5636154420116359548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5636154420116359548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5636154420116359548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/03/workplace-invasion.html' title='Workplace invasion...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R9fe5CAjN_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vQ2JZVTk0ng/s72-c/03112008065-716595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8063123152759956252</id><published>2008-02-25T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:59:27.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R8Ll38TYD1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/KYxKEm0Skq8/s1600-h/mow3E2.tmp-767137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R8Ll38TYD1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/KYxKEm0Skq8/s320/mow3E2.tmp-767137.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170948071417712466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its a travisty... How did there mythical beautiful seductive women get caught up in this whole mess of evil sounds. They would sing and lure sailors to certain death... Now sirens are a loud signal that is a warning for something. &lt;p&gt;Basically my beef isnt really with the word confusion, but after like 6 months of living in my apartment i am just sick of it. My apt is facing the road where apparently emergency vehicles drive by... Quite often... Several times a day... Including at night... &lt;p&gt;To make things worse work by one of the shadiest mc d&amp;#39;s in the world, which naturally includes sirens seemingly all the time.&lt;p&gt; So basically i hear these so called sirens all the m f&amp;#39;in time. And i am here to declare i am sick of it and should i have a mental snafu one day i think it would be safe to say it is directly attributable to this. &lt;p&gt;Odd pic i know. Its just so cute... We will just say the dog is running away from the sirens cuz he dont like the noise either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8063123152759956252?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8063123152759956252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8063123152759956252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8063123152759956252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8063123152759956252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/siren.html' title='Siren'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R8Ll38TYD1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/KYxKEm0Skq8/s72-c/mow3E2.tmp-767137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8927460960980474474</id><published>2008-02-22T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:49:50.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What movies say about us. </title><content type='html'>I have been looking at a list of the top movies of all time and found something as i was trying to categorize things as chick flicks or man films... There were lots of sequels to man films, but no chick flicks. And also the disparity between man films or more manly films to chick flicks was pretty big.&lt;p&gt;What does this mean? &lt;br&gt;For starters it could mean that men just like seeing the same thing over and over. Tho something like bond is pretty different every time, but something like die hard isnt so much. &lt;br&gt;Could mean that women see a movie and are kind of done with it. Tho my friend suggested it may be because all the movies end with a happy ending.&lt;p&gt;Maybe men really bond with the characters and thus in again and again to see what their lives end up like. And women see it as a story and at the end of the story they burn all bridges. But this would totally challenge conventional wisdom... And opens questions like if men develop attachments why are women always the ones crying?&lt;p&gt;Having more man movies suggests that men are always dragging women to go see movies... Tho all you normally hear about is girlfriends taking their dudes to go see some chick flick (could be because i am a man so thats all i hear). Or it could mean that men really cant find anything better to do then watch movies... I guess we could go dancing. Haha.&lt;p&gt;Anyway it could just mean that lots of people just like action movies and thats it, but thats not nearly as fun to think/write about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8927460960980474474?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8927460960980474474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8927460960980474474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8927460960980474474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8927460960980474474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-movies-say-about-us.html' title='What movies say about us. '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1779511012986778863</id><published>2008-02-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:37:38.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7y5wsTYD0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/of4yR6MK_CE/s1600-h/02172008053-758692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7y5wsTYD0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/of4yR6MK_CE/s320/02172008053-758692.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169210718491774786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its that time again... One month before my big swim meet. Just state this time no nationals for me this year. But this year feels different, perhaps because it is different. &lt;br&gt;Currently i am planning for this to be my last meet indefinately. Which feels weird. I haven been training very hard, but the last few days as i am realizing the impending milestone i have been working my ass off.&lt;p&gt;This is not the last time i have thought i would stop swimming. Its actually the 4th lol. First at the end of hs. Next at the end of college. Then i thought i would be doing a one year goodbye tour in masters.&lt;p&gt;But now that i am short on money and considering taking another job and with graduation coming i think this could really be it.&lt;p&gt;But lately i have been thinking that i still have a few years till my athletic peak... And i am stronger in terms of how much weight i put up then ever... Tho i am in the worst physical shape of my life. But maybe i should just stay the course for a few more years.&lt;p&gt;Guess we wont know till i start to miss it or not in a few months. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1779511012986778863?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1779511012986778863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1779511012986778863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1779511012986778863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1779511012986778863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-month-to-go.html' title='One month to go...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7y5wsTYD0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/of4yR6MK_CE/s72-c/02172008053-758692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6973072378720935608</id><published>2008-02-19T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:03:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign #501 you're an alcoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7r978TYDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_SMYQrIhIcg/s1600-h/02192008056-739153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7r978TYDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_SMYQrIhIcg/s320/02192008056-739153.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168722728602570546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You like your pb j&amp;#39;s irish.&lt;p&gt;And it really does list liquor as an ingredient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6973072378720935608?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6973072378720935608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6973072378720935608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6973072378720935608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6973072378720935608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign-501-youre-alcoholic.html' title='Sign #501 you&apos;re an alcoholic'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7r978TYDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_SMYQrIhIcg/s72-c/02192008056-739153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7949430499556841316</id><published>2008-02-16T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:32:26.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7afmsTYDyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imHqyuumde8/s1600-h/02162008050-746550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7afmsTYDyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imHqyuumde8/s320/02162008050-746550.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167493109530496802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So much for staying home tonight... A-rod gave me a call and that apparently was enough to persuade me. My major learning for tonight... Everyone smokes pot. I however did not... People seem to think since denver made pot legal that its fine, i dunno how they dont understand that fed law trumps state law.&lt;br&gt;Anyway... I am tired. Hungry... Need some f in french toast.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7949430499556841316?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7949430499556841316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7949430499556841316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7949430499556841316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7949430499556841316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-at-home.html' title='Night at home...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7afmsTYDyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/imHqyuumde8/s72-c/02162008050-746550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6779477816472660416</id><published>2008-02-14T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:14:49.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sko fo sho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7Ut2cTYDxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hl4ug6emyow/s1600-h/Uncle_Sam__pointing_finger_1-789344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7Ut2cTYDxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hl4ug6emyow/s320/Uncle_Sam__pointing_finger_1-789344.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167086560811159314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All presidential runners come up with their dumb little slogans. One that i saw this morn was &amp;#39;i like mike&amp;#39;. I thought it would be fun to think of a few for the occasion that i run in the future.&lt;br&gt;Go for Ko&lt;br&gt;Sko for mo(re)&lt;br&gt;Ko-nvert for the win&lt;br&gt;Lets do it in sko8&lt;br&gt;Lets Ko for the win&lt;br&gt;Sko&amp;#39;s my bro&lt;br&gt;The head honch-sko.&lt;p&gt;  Terrible i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6779477816472660416?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6779477816472660416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6779477816472660416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6779477816472660416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6779477816472660416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/sko-fo-sho.html' title='Sko fo sho?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R7Ut2cTYDxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hl4ug6emyow/s72-c/Uncle_Sam__pointing_finger_1-789344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5676740492166908302</id><published>2008-02-10T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:39:44.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lessons learned...&lt;br&gt;1. There are always more trains, busses, etc going the opposite way from where you are traveling.&lt;p&gt;2. Chili anything almost always sounds better then it ends up tasting.&lt;p&gt;3. People really have different taste in hotness... Maybe there really is someone for everyone... Either that or Seinfeld was right about alcohol.&lt;p&gt;4. Wearing the same clothes all weekend is about as appealing as it sounds. &lt;p&gt;5. Vices are rarely cheap.&lt;p&gt;6. You are what you wear. It sounds horrible, but its true... Based on what you wear people make instant judgements they dont even know they are making. &lt;p&gt;7. People spend way too much time being unproductive to honestly believe that working out takes too much time.&lt;p&gt;8. 6 foot 5 inches is really f in tall!&lt;p&gt;9. There is a really fine line between being confidant and being prideful.&lt;p&gt;10. Blogs are really a lot of work &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5676740492166908302?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5676740492166908302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5676740492166908302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5676740492166908302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5676740492166908302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/lessons-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4694426390083106678</id><published>2008-02-08T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:30:29.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WYDJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R6yDpXgKygI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-up5MdSvvg4/s1600-h/Christus_Ravenna_Mosaic-729542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R6yDpXgKygI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-up5MdSvvg4/s320/Christus_Ravenna_Mosaic-729542.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164647619393931778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In a world where we have drugs for everything even the most basic of tasks can be done with drugs... You eat too much? Drug up. You cant sleep? Drug up. Cant sit still? Drug up.&lt;p&gt;My whack theory of the day is that if jesus had another coming (operating under the assumption that he did in fact exist as written in the word), he would prob be diagnosed with some kind of mental disposition, which happens to be on the rise... Must be violence in video games. I am guessing he would be diagnosed and drugged up. &lt;p&gt;Feel free to tell me if i am out in left field on this one, but in todays craze honestly you could meet a person every day that wants to save you. Asking you if you&amp;#39;ve found god... To which you prob reply &amp;#39;i didnt even know that i was supposed to be looking!&amp;#39;. And if your with a group of friends you prob have a good chuckle as soon as you are about 3 feet away.&lt;p&gt;What if one time one of those bums was not a false prophet? ... Hmm this is feeling too much like what if god was one of us... :)&lt;p&gt;Anyway drug free is the way to be... Was initially going to be some commentary on over drugging in the world, but ended up being a odd rant. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4694426390083106678?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4694426390083106678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4694426390083106678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4694426390083106678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4694426390083106678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/wydj.html' title='WYDJ'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R6yDpXgKygI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-up5MdSvvg4/s72-c/Christus_Ravenna_Mosaic-729542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6545772437305871317</id><published>2008-01-17T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:15:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R5A1_KEIbBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pHtjqy6nhJE/s1600-h/01112008-740216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R5A1_KEIbBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pHtjqy6nhJE/s320/01112008-740216.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156680932488932370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally got a new phone! Here is a test pic from my n95&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6545772437305871317?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6545772437305871317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6545772437305871317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6545772437305871317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6545772437305871317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2008/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R5A1_KEIbBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pHtjqy6nhJE/s72-c/01112008-740216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1574026645262900819</id><published>2007-12-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:42:41.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORE! and Puffy coat</title><content type='html'>I played my first round of golf ever yesterday... yes me.&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to say the least... i SUCK... the putting was alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a par 3 course and 9 holes, which ended up being an enjoyable and educational time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oddest sports i've played since it involves moving many body pieces at the same time in a very particular manner. Any deviation from this movement really does change where the ball goes... and if it goes (I did completely wiff once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day... I got a birdie! A lucky/amazing tee shot put me on the green in decent distance from the cup. Then the putt (about maybe 8-10 ft away) also amazingly went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think this is a new trend, but it is something that i have been noticing quite a bit lately. Already big people wearing big puffy coats. I just dont see why. I suppose they could be cold, but i dont think a big fat coat is necessarily warmer then a non puffy one. I guess people really do think they are warmer, which is fine, but I have a burning suspicion that they dont really need the extra warmth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just as superficial as i can be... society kind of leans towards the slimmer end of the scale... wouldn't you perhaps want to maybe appear a little slimmer by wearing something a little more flattering... and doesnt make you look like the stay puft marshmallow man? Or maybe judged on some of the tiny summer outfits they also wear maybe they like to act skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it sounds like im fat person bashing... but i guess i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1574026645262900819?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1574026645262900819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1574026645262900819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1574026645262900819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1574026645262900819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/12/fore-and-puffy-coat.html' title='FORE! and Puffy coat'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6196059694907379774</id><published>2007-11-27T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:30:47.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Magic</title><content type='html'>I cant take credit for the find, but i think its pretty interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goto:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwanexstudio.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on "portfolio" link on the top menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see how the magic of hollywood happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its cool to see how the transformation happens with people who generally look flawless. Even people who play un-attractive people in hollywood are generally pretty decent looking. Anyway... we all put socks on one at a time right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6196059694907379774?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6196059694907379774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6196059694907379774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6196059694907379774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6196059694907379774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/hollywood-magic.html' title='Hollywood Magic'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-184168642967336675</id><published>2007-11-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:20:51.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how long is a quarter?    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R0JutMweqXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x0pjDCPnw4o/s1600-h/DSC00525_2-751447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R0JutMweqXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x0pjDCPnw4o/s320/DSC00525_2-751447.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134788247953516914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just how long is a quarter? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I was initially going to write about my run today but discovered that this post works on many levels. Firstly how friggin cute is that game cover... Funny ass game and i cant wait to break it out. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway i decided that i really need to step up the fitness there have been way too many weak excuses for me not going the last few weeks, but it all boils down to me being a weak unmotivated non spartan. So i decided my new workout mantra is &amp;#39;until it hurts&amp;#39;. Basically every day no matter what the activity is i want to push... Well basically till it hurts. (O my god they are doing night road work right now and i can hear it... Gonna be a long night). A also want to avoid any sort of routine. So i used to do similar exercises on chest days, arm days, leg days etc etc. Well anyway it is a well known fact your body gets bored and plateaus. So i want to keep it on its toes and throw new things at it constantly. So today i decided i would run to start my leg workout. I start running and notice the game is on and the 3rd quarter had just begun. So i decided i would run the whole quarter... Mistake. You think 14:40 left not too bad. Wrong sir. Like game min had gone by and i had run like 10 min. To make things worse i kept increasing the incline and decreasing it to make things harder. With 7 game min left i almost quit, but somehow i kept going... Finally 2 min left... Mistake no 2. Lets run a minute on full incline... Ramp er up and i am dying. Minute over... And the machine wont decline any more... Whoops.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway i ended up at a little under 44 min and 4 miles. So like 11 min miles pretty weak sauce, but that is the base of the pyramid. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The other reason this post works is because i finished my last finals today! There is nothing further i can do to save my grades. Tomorrow night is going to be mad down at &amp;#39;the border&amp;#39;... Boulder is so lucky to have pearl street. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-184168642967336675?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/184168642967336675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=184168642967336675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/184168642967336675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/184168642967336675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-how-long-is-quarter.html' title='Just how long is a quarter?    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/R0JutMweqXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x0pjDCPnw4o/s72-c/DSC00525_2-751447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-3097792796351869230</id><published>2007-11-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:14:08.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.    Well the pic is of me as the ru</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rz3d8MWR8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I61lW0uu-tM/s1600-h/DSC00512-748147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rz3d8MWR8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I61lW0uu-tM/s320/DSC00512-748147.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133503176448799714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Woot. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Well the pic is of me as the russian &amp;#39;brown baging&amp;#39; it or trying to since i didnt actually have paper bags we had to sub with brown plastic ones :). (Wasn&amp;#39;t that sign number 423 that you&amp;#39;re an alcoholic?). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway i am excited not only because school ends in just a few days, but also because my fav time of year is coming round! &lt;br&gt;Now dont get me wrong... I HATE christmas songs as much as you all do and i have the fact that the whole time of year has really lost a lot of meaning since it is so commercialized, but i still love it. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you know me you prob figure its cuz i really like to eat and there is so much good food during this time. And i will admit that is prob a fringe benefit. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But the real bread and butter for me is getting to see my family. I know i can theoretically do that all year long, but this brings back memories of when i was a child and like EVERYONE came home for new years. Sadly i feel like the fam is a lot more spread out and i dont get to see quite everyone anymore. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Also its a time of year i for sure get to see my sister and thats always nice. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I admit after you have been sitting around with your extended fam for hours and hours it does get a bit boring, but i think in the end i look back on the time as a positive thing and am always excited about it coming up. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So to sum it up i just want to say i hope everyone has a great holiday season and when you are stuck in... Lines at the store that go on for miles, an airport with 5 million other travelers, a road in a blizzard, in a room with a bunch of your family who are now getting on your nerves... Remember the spirit of the quarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-3097792796351869230?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3097792796351869230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=3097792796351869230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3097792796351869230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3097792796351869230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/woot-well-pic-is-of-me-as-ru.html' title='Woot.    Well the pic is of me as the ru'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rz3d8MWR8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/I61lW0uu-tM/s72-c/DSC00512-748147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6596965613943128560</id><published>2007-11-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:41:34.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason i am a bad asian.   Anyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzxorsWR89I/AAAAAAAAADs/kJQIyOC4hf8/s1600-h/DSC00524-794135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzxorsWR89I/AAAAAAAAADs/kJQIyOC4hf8/s320/DSC00524-794135.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133092775143797714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another reason i am a bad asian. &lt;p&gt;Anyone know wtf is in that container? I tried it and didnt really like it, but still could not identify what it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6596965613943128560?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6596965613943128560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6596965613943128560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6596965613943128560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6596965613943128560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-reason-i-am-bad-asian-anyon.html' title='Another reason i am a bad asian.   Anyon'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzxorsWR89I/AAAAAAAAADs/kJQIyOC4hf8/s72-c/DSC00524-794135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-157714605918917661</id><published>2007-11-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:30:33.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod_headphones_for_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RznDGa1o1VI/AAAAAAAAADk/VM5lJYKZLBk/s1600-h/ipod_headphones_for_-733457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RznDGa1o1VI/AAAAAAAAADk/VM5lJYKZLBk/s320/ipod_headphones_for_-733457.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132347765416318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cultural icon. &lt;br&gt;I like that people use ipod headphones on non ipod devices... Meaning it annoys me. The headphones are ok not really that great and you could get much better for the same money imo. &lt;br&gt;O well people will always buy for things for the pop culture appeal i guess. Like crocs, the armstrong bands, and the prius (sorry aw).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-157714605918917661?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/157714605918917661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=157714605918917661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/157714605918917661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/157714605918917661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/ipodheadphonesfor.html' title='ipod_headphones_for_'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RznDGa1o1VI/AAAAAAAAADk/VM5lJYKZLBk/s72-c/ipod_headphones_for_-733457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8422116315799774106</id><published>2007-11-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:14:06.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottles and cans just clap your hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzikwK1o1TI/AAAAAAAAADU/NM8KQg1y9Ds/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzikwK1o1TI/AAAAAAAAADU/NM8KQg1y9Ds/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132032922838684978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the picture from the hockey game i was trying to post a few weeks back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzilCq1o1UI/AAAAAAAAADc/2Ivy0yng9WQ/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzilCq1o1UI/AAAAAAAAADc/2Ivy0yng9WQ/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132033240666264898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway onto todays topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nowhere to recycle at my apartment so I have been hording bottles and cans under my sink and kept ignoring taking them home to my parents house... this netted in the result that the whole area under the sink was completely full of bags of cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided i would remember to take them home and the end result was quite a bit of recyclables in my trunk. My parents were pretty shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of classes for the quarter!!! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8422116315799774106?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8422116315799774106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8422116315799774106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8422116315799774106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8422116315799774106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottles-and-cans-just-clap-your-hands.html' title='Bottles and cans just clap your hands...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RzikwK1o1TI/AAAAAAAAADU/NM8KQg1y9Ds/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1431871706999910189</id><published>2007-11-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:59:59.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for laying off the special sauce...</title><content type='html'>so apparently last night i went to a foosball tourney and cheered on some friends then went out and tried to mack on some ugly women then peed in the elevator and slept in the wrong apartment culminating in me getting kicked out with no shoes and with the threat of some old dude calling the cops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1431871706999910189?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1431871706999910189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1431871706999910189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1431871706999910189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1431871706999910189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-for-laying-off-special-sauce.html' title='so much for laying off the special sauce...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6208717117925690250</id><published>2007-11-03T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:14:33.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another 2am post...</title><content type='html'>good times. i got 3rd out of 4th at bowling and alex got dragged out of coyote ugly like he wanted. LO you rock i am sure you had a part in that... but i did pay dearly for that shot... but i 100% in my heart think that NY skankies suck balls. so betweeen digging for the shot and making fun of jo it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6208717117925690250?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6208717117925690250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6208717117925690250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6208717117925690250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6208717117925690250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-2am-post.html' title='another 2am post...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1954904007192927793</id><published>2007-11-02T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:49:27.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a game or A game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RytN6V_FsAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NOeuib0r-Aw/s1600-h/DSC00504-729505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RytN6V_FsAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NOeuib0r-Aw/s320/DSC00504-729505.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128278265420951554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a game or A game... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Fyi thats the pic i was going to post before when blogger was being a ho bag. &lt;br&gt;Anyway i was thinking about the eternal question... Hey why is that guy gettin more action then me? Anyway i started thinking not about game killers, but about the game. &lt;br&gt;I think everyone brings some sort of game even if they claim to not have one. When that hotty with the body that makes you wanna go potty (maybe i carried that flow out too far) walks in the room i think everyone brings out their game. &lt;br&gt;Maybe your game isnt ballin and suave, but you know its there. You might try and tell some funny jokes with your friends, or try and play it cool and be still, or you might just be a man and go talk to her (which brings out a whole nother level of games). &lt;br&gt;For example i dont think i have any game whatsoever, but by my thinking i think i do try to play it cool... maybe too cool... so cool in fact that i never talk to the girl haha. But when i do talk to them i bring the dumb jokes game.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What kind of game are YOU bringin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1954904007192927793?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1954904007192927793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1954904007192927793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1954904007192927793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1954904007192927793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/game-or-game.html' title='a game or A game...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RytN6V_FsAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NOeuib0r-Aw/s72-c/DSC00504-729505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4497819049844930250</id><published>2007-10-27T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:25:22.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more info on lastnight other then my gay post earlier.</title><content type='html'>So lastnight started with my first hockey game ever. We were in the student section and were going wild 4 rows up from the glass. DU won 5-1. My voice hurts today already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we went to denver with some of my DU friends and hill and commie. I drank a ton for someone who said they were going to go home and study after the game :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a good time was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling some girl who said she knew me "you dont know shit bitch" im such an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Peeing at the light rail station @ broadway&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with cutler @ the bar (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;trying to do 75 pushups (and failing)&lt;br /&gt;punching a metal box really hard (my hand is swollen)&lt;br /&gt;riding in the trunk of a jeep on the way there&lt;br /&gt;singing the CU fight song with pat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think those were high points of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic of the hockey game wouldnt upload... i'll get the pic later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4497819049844930250?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4497819049844930250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4497819049844930250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4497819049844930250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4497819049844930250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-info-on-lastnight-other-then-my.html' title='more info on lastnight other then my gay post earlier.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2216408162661131687</id><published>2007-10-27T02:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:47:03.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jay mother fucking cutler</title><content type='html'>so me and my friend patty pacakakes bout jay MOTHER FUCKING cutler a MOTHER FUCKING jager bomb and talked to him person to person for 30 min just now and he is cool as hell! I am as gitty as a mother fucking school girl and no one will beliele us. but fuck it ne and pat know who we talked to and who got priority at the mother fucking bar! I FUCKING LOVE DU! 5-1 AT THE MOTHER FUCKING HOCKEY GAME TONIGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2216408162661131687?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2216408162661131687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2216408162661131687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2216408162661131687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2216408162661131687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/jay-mother-fucking-cutler.html' title='jay mother fucking cutler'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8821967476033736701</id><published>2007-10-26T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:37:29.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke bombs, party fouls, and more insanity featuring michael phelps!</title><content type='html'>Yoyo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figured out how to make a home made smoke bomb. Unfortunately it was un-intended and during the act of cooking :). So i thought it would be a good idea to cook my chicken breast with daves insanity sauce smeared on it... if you are unfamiliar "It has been rated at 50,000 Scoville units, compared with 2,500-5,000 for Tabasco sauce". Some sweatin-ly hot shit basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidsbbq.com/store/images/INSANITY%20Sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.davidsbbq.com/store/images/INSANITY%20Sauce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow upon hitting the pan it starts to smoke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smoke from this shit is so spicy that its like injecting wasabi into your sinuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my poor roomie comes out of him roomto get some water. and hes like "ooo what are you cooking :)" then that quickly turns into mad coughing and running back into his room w/o water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the chicken and it was spicy as hell... all in all.. lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----     -----      -----     &lt;br /&gt;So this last weekend we went out and i pretty much got destroyed... my estimate is in the 20 shot range. Hard to know cuz i was making mixed drinks from the bottle. Anyway we went out to the bar and i was buying everyone drinks... ended up with a $127 tab... i dunno if i payed the pill or if one of my friends signed for it, but i guess i ended up only leaving a $5 tip :(. FOUL. And apparently i just walked away from the bar causing a few friends to get me a cab and take me home (thanks sw/ab/cn btw :)). Foul foul foul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----     -----      -----     &lt;br /&gt;Last night we ended up going out for the rockies game (and a little pre game). Anyway i again ended up spending almost tripple digits... i think i put it at 90 bucks :( (i gotta lay off the special sauce man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we played mini bowling. I talked a shit load of trash, was loud and obnoxious (was it my idea was it to scream like someone was taking a march madness free throw?) , and of course i talked about spartans WAYY too much and did the chest pound so much my left pec is actually kinda sore lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the rockies game everyone kinda left, but i was still pretty wired. When i got home some buzzed girls yelled up to me to come to the bar with them... i figured "f it" and i ran down and went with them. One of them ended up being a swimmer @ metro and she was talking to this kid mike. And i asked "are you talking to Michael Phelps?" and she definitely was. Obviously not the REAL Michael Phelps, but the one i mentioned in a previous blog. (http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/04/ko-vs-phelps-strike-and-birthday-surpr.html) Pretty friggin amazing... too bad he didnt remember me.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got bored pretty quickly since i don't deal well with strangers in social situations and i ended up back home prob after like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3x streak of heavy drinking sessions w/o a sign of hangover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to not having one this weekend either :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8821967476033736701?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8821967476033736701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8821967476033736701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8821967476033736701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8821967476033736701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/smoke-bombs-party-fouls-and-more.html' title='Smoke bombs, party fouls, and more insanity featuring michael phelps!'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02160501803717390871'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>