<?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-24877190</id><updated>2011-08-10T11:09:31.373-06:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4325341472120610663</id><published>2007-10-20T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:13:38.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fawk..</title><content type='html'>dont you hate when you just wake up in bed and you dont know what happened the previous night?... well i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4325341472120610663?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4325341472120610663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4325341472120610663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4325341472120610663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4325341472120610663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/fawk.html' title='fawk..'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6702791288443932098</id><published>2007-10-17T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:54:29.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Town Shocker!</title><content type='html'>As you all know i'm the most korean bastard that ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as all of you know that above statement couldnt be further from the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically an american who happens to have a more golden brown hue to my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i recently learned one thing about korea that rocked my world... heres my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up when the house was cold i was told "ondol oil lo" (turn up the heat!) and i took it as such... internalized the phrase... one of only a few in my elementary korean bag o' phrases. Anyhow... the other day my roomie was telling me how it was getting really cold outside and i mentioned that it was pretty cold in my room the previous night and asked if he was cold too. He said that his room is always pretty warm because he is directly above the boiler room. And said it was like "ondol". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prob had a dumbfounded look on my face... so he asked if i knew what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no because it was so out of context of what i knew as "ondol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was korean floor heating and i knew what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now for those who are unfamiliar i will explain the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.ec21.com/image/heesoo/oimg_GC00140945_CA00140947/Goodle_-Korean_Traditional_Floor_Heating_(Ondol)_Panels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.ec21.com/image/heesoo/oimg_GC00140945_CA00140947/Goodle_-Korean_Traditional_Floor_Heating_(Ondol)_Panels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic kind of shows a more modern take on ondol, but basically the kitchen was ground level and the room was just above it. The fire down there would heat up the floor above it (generally there was some stone to disperse the heat around the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socg.org/2007/ondol-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.socg.org/2007/ondol-room.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical ondol room would look like this. Note the lack of chairs (the little mats on the floor by the table) and the lack of a bed (the little white thing in the front of the pic... an ibul aka quilt/blanket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just recently put it all together and realized that when my parents told me to raise the temperature my whold life... it litreally meant to raise the ondol (or floor temperature as it was back in the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further research on the ondol topic revealed some HUGE cultural things that i never had considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the pic of the room or just look at it. Koreans like to sit on the floor... i do it ALOT... even when im in a chair lots of time i sit on it literally like im sitting on the floor (most of you havent seen since i conform to western stnds when im having dinner with ya'll). But the theory behind this is that people well... sat on the floor all the time since it was so warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place mentioned that the taking off of the shoes might have come from here too. your feet get soo nice and warm on a heated floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing mentioned was the korean traditional clothing. "ham book" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/793/268417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/793/268417.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the baggy ass pants. Not cuz we have huge legs or cuz we dont know how to make pants... its because people generally sat on the ground and with the tiny ass pants the emo kids are wearing these days its damn near impossible to sit "indian style" on the floor... or to do the "kimche squat" (feel free to ask for examples if you are unfamiliar with these terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so when all the new western home builders are touting the new in floor radiant heating systems (and they are now) remeber where the ondol came from... k-town baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6702791288443932098?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6702791288443932098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6702791288443932098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6702791288443932098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6702791288443932098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/k-town-shocker.html' title='K-Town Shocker!'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1322951757049034099</id><published>2007-10-16T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:41:00.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>should be sleeping...</title><content type='html'>But im not.. but will be in about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read my former masters coaches account of his ironman experience this past weekend. Amazing... you can almost feel it. I know what fategue and near cramping feels like, but im sure the magnitude of this is 100x greater when you have been up since like 4 am and have been in constant motion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i will know the pains and joys of prob the most mental thing a person cold go out and attempt to do. Might not be at the hawaii level, but should still prove to be a wicked experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway off to bed now... i really do need to wake up in the 4am hour to go swim before the sun says hi to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame i hate long distance swimming.... guess i have a few years to force myself to like it.... tho 2.4 mies isnt *too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1322951757049034099?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1322951757049034099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1322951757049034099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1322951757049034099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1322951757049034099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-be-sleeping.html' title='should be sleeping...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6975323595753986096</id><published>2007-10-11T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:18:48.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer fest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qKelsEI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkO_btdYAs4/s1600-h/DSC00488-728702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qKelsEI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkO_btdYAs4/s320/DSC00488-728702.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120299931082797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Beer fest...If you didnt go then you missed out. It was like hour of power x 4. Pretty crazy. Thought i might hurl prob 5 times but kept it together long enough to get home. Ya for the great american beer festival.&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qaelsFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aIdWtoaQzYY/s1600-h/DSC00485-729188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qaelsFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aIdWtoaQzYY/s320/DSC00485-729188.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120299935377764434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qaelsGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6iEIKqPFvME/s1600-h/DSC00487-729502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qaelsGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6iEIKqPFvME/s320/DSC00487-729502.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120299935377764450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6975323595753986096?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6975323595753986096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6975323595753986096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6975323595753986096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6975323595753986096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/beer-fest.html' title='Beer fest...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rw71qKelsEI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkO_btdYAs4/s72-c/DSC00488-728702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2166327614809326523</id><published>2007-10-01T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:50:53.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if there was any doubt about how ghetto my living situation is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETd6elr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/DctZy35fZDo/s1600-h/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETd6elr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/DctZy35fZDo/s320/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392056304283586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful livingroom/dining room area from just inside the doorway (sorry its so blurry... too lazy to retake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETkqelr9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SUnPnfMLn4k/s1600-h/DSC00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETkqelr9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SUnPnfMLn4k/s320/DSC00473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392172268400594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view at my kitchen. taken from the window of the living room pic. (you can see the front door to the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwET2KelsBI/AAAAAAAAACU/38cL4kcOGkc/s1600-h/DSC00477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwET2KelsBI/AAAAAAAAACU/38cL4kcOGkc/s320/DSC00477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392472916111378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prob the least ghetto thing in the whole place... like 3-4k of electronics... still need some boomin surround sound and  TV stand tho :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwEToaelr-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QZ370j_0JZE/s1600-h/DSC00474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwEToaelr-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QZ370j_0JZE/s320/DSC00474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392236692910050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where i make myself look so damn hot every day. Is it kind of gross/odd to hang your damp swim suits to dry where the hand towel should be? Also you like how you cant see me taking the photo? where am i? (i squeezed behind the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETtaelr_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GbO0ixVD-wQ/s1600-h/DSC00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETtaelr_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GbO0ixVD-wQ/s320/DSC00475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392322592255986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may look like my front door, but no no... that would be relatively normal... this is the lock to my bathroom door... classy DU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETx6elsAI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZPjhBv_NNw/s1600-h/DSC00476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETx6elsAI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZPjhBv_NNw/s320/DSC00476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392399901667330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about living w/o ladies... i have free reign on the toilet seat haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwET9aelsCI/AAAAAAAAACc/GQovsNvQ4NY/s1600-h/DSC00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwET9aelsCI/AAAAAAAAACc/GQovsNvQ4NY/s320/DSC00478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392597470162978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from my room door. You can see all my quality target stuff. In the right is my defunct bed. I like to use it as a pseudo couch when i ps3 in the living room. You might also see the party hat from SW's awesom bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwEUB6elsDI/AAAAAAAAACk/B1tStJ2lbaU/s1600-h/DSC00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwEUB6elsDI/AAAAAAAAACk/B1tStJ2lbaU/s320/DSC00479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116392674779574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look at my awesome closet with the door in the closed yet open position. I think this is pretty classy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hope you enjoyed the grand tour of "das haus der Ko" I do still plan on havin some peole over for some wii -&gt; denver -&gt; drunken wii action. You're always welcome to my air mat if you find yourself in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2166327614809326523?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2166327614809326523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2166327614809326523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2166327614809326523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2166327614809326523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-there-was-any-doubt-about-how-ghetto.html' title='if there was any doubt about how ghetto my living situation is...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RwETd6elr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/DctZy35fZDo/s72-c/DSC00472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-3708344036546183685</id><published>2007-09-01T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:59:40.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW...</title><content type='html'>close as fuck, but good game, and good outcome so its all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight, CU, down the field. &lt;br /&gt;CU must win. &lt;br /&gt;Fight, fight for victory. &lt;br /&gt;CU knows no defeat. &lt;br /&gt;We'll roll up a mighty score. &lt;br /&gt;Never give in! &lt;br /&gt;Shoulder to shoulder we will &lt;br /&gt;Fight, fight, fight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fightmusic.com/mp3/big12/Colorado__Fight_CU.mp3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-3708344036546183685?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3708344036546183685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=3708344036546183685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3708344036546183685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3708344036546183685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/whew.html' title='WHEW...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6861023201334915695</id><published>2007-08-30T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:08:57.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The deal...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtdcGYXL3WI/AAAAAAAAABk/4k5lfKcl6oc/s1600-h/wimg-737299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtdcGYXL3WI/AAAAAAAAABk/4k5lfKcl6oc/s320/wimg-737299.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104649967336414562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The deal... &lt;br&gt;I am normally not much of a betting man, but for some reason i felt like i needed to strike a deal with my coworker on the showdown this weekend. The deal is 10 bucks and face painting. Loser will be 10 poorer and will need to sport the winnings team on their face for one day at work. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Damnit baby hawk (and fatty hawk) better be worth all the hype.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6861023201334915695?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6861023201334915695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6861023201334915695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6861023201334915695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6861023201334915695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/deal.html' title='The deal...  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtdcGYXL3WI/AAAAAAAAABk/4k5lfKcl6oc/s72-c/wimg-737299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8113217454369655899</id><published>2007-08-29T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:44:40.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The shoes, keg mini, and other tales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD34XL3SI/AAAAAAAAABE/dwJlsWOAoYY/s1600-h/DSC00440-715316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD34XL3SI/AAAAAAAAABE/dwJlsWOAoYY/s320/DSC00440-715316.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104271486228356386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes, keg mini, and other tales... &lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend was pretty crazy and long. One of the better ones that i remember (or dont) you know what i mean... Anyway started off sat after dinner for a viewing of a british show "The IT Crowd". This show is where "the shoes" comes from in the first pic.... basically just and inside joke... basically women like new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Pre-show i bought a mini keg of heineken and some harp. From what i remember IT crowd was really funy, but i dont really remmeber too many specifics about what the show was about. Anyway me and SI killed the keg (its like 14-18 long necks). Then the shots were broken out... trouble follows. I remember dropping someone on their head, calling someone, passing out, waking up and throwing up, then waking up to get rdy for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3TI/AAAAAAAAABM/dTBMARMV5tA/s1600-h/DSC00441-716032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3TI/AAAAAAAAABM/dTBMARMV5tA/s320/DSC00441-716032.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104271490523323698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good investment of 20 bucks&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3UI/AAAAAAAAABU/6w2Y5C8UM70/s1600-h/DSC00442-716346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3UI/AAAAAAAAABU/6w2Y5C8UM70/s320/DSC00442-716346.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104271490523323714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i remember a lot of drunken IM'ing and ripping on peoples moms...&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3VI/AAAAAAAAABc/3rDd5Vs2zKk/s1600-h/DSC00443-716702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD4IXL3VI/AAAAAAAAABc/3rDd5Vs2zKk/s320/DSC00443-716702.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104271490523323730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the sunday night drinking crew. Me and the work boys decided to get to gether rock out with some video games and in general drink it up. I had brought a spare heineken keg the day before (tho i hardly felt like drinking it anymore) best sunday of drinking ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played wii as a drinking game after we all got a few drinks in. The loser had to take tequila shots with drops of daves insanity sauce, which if you are unfamiliar is some really hot shit. After the hard liquor was gone somehow we came up with the bright idea of wine shots with daves insanity... fawwwk. Pretty nasty. We kinda got bored with sports, but wii wanted to drunk. So we left on a mission to get another game with mini games. A quick walk to blockbuster and boom we have a game... on the way back dt decides that we should get shots at some dive bar that has huuuge shots. basically when you ask for a shot be prepared for a cup 1/2 full of alcohol (about a tripple shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plow through two rounds of these mega drinks (of course i shot them not sipped them like a sissy man). We get back and kinda hang on the back porch. MM is passing out and does so on some crappy lawn chair out there. Dt goes and wrangles MM and decides he's about done too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ko man is still game... prob even more game cuz im at that perfect level where you think you're like a fuckin god. I start calling a few random people/texting peole. Success! found someone who wants to hang AND he lives like 7 blocks away. I start running that way and he picks me up on his scooter. We grab some food for me since im gettin the munchies. We go meet his GF and she doesnt want to hang cuz shes tired. AM wants to sleep with his woman... hmm where the f is scotty gonna go?. I try calling dt... passed out like  log. mm... might as well try and contact the dead. So AM drives me back to his place and i crash alone @ his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning...  im thirsty as fuck and drink like 5 cups of water in 30 seconds. Happy to say im not hung over! But now i gotta work.. yipes... had been in the same tired shirt and same tired shorts since sat night.. no shower.. left my toothbrush at dt's... nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all a good weekend.. and we never played the game we rented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8113217454369655899?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8113217454369655899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8113217454369655899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8113217454369655899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8113217454369655899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoes-keg-mini-and-other-tales.html' title='The shoes, keg mini, and other tales...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtYD34XL3SI/AAAAAAAAABE/dwJlsWOAoYY/s72-c/DSC00440-715316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8179588921056504147</id><published>2007-08-28T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:57:55.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins... </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtQ384XL3RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wruvdw8yDGI/s1600-h/DSC00439-775405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtQ384XL3RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wruvdw8yDGI/s320/DSC00439-775405.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103765796778925330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And so it begins... I have been slackin like all you normal lazy punks with the workin out. After nationals i have been pretty damn lazy, but its time for this cowboy to get back on the wagon of pain. 2 weeks of constant soreness here i come! I think this decision comes from finding myself sore after playing Wii for a while and being sore the next day. More on that later... I think i need a real comp to write about this past weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8179588921056504147?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8179588921056504147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8179588921056504147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8179588921056504147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8179588921056504147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins... '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RtQ384XL3RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wruvdw8yDGI/s72-c/DSC00439-775405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-3468424105154814488</id><published>2007-08-23T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:55:30.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes its best not to remember...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rs2t8oXL3QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i9eORwwzP5w/s1600-h/Compressed%2520Music-730400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rs2t8oXL3QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i9eORwwzP5w/s320/Compressed%2520Music-730400.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes its best not to remember... &lt;br&gt;So i normally dont remember my dreams, which is kinda strange, but whatever. &lt;br&gt;Anyway yesterday night i remembered my token dream, the one that lets me know that i occasionally do hit deep sleep. &lt;br&gt;Anyway it was pretty crazy. Imagine this. You&amp;#39;re at a party and the details around the whole scenario are kinda lost, but your friend is shot and killed by you in some accident... You&amp;#39;re booked on murder charges. &lt;br&gt;You go to court and are found guilty in a trial you dont think was fair. Anyway the rest of the dream centers on me being taken (almost paraded around) to this like 10 floor facility, with only escalators, so i can be put down. And a group of my true friends desperately trying to get a pardon. &lt;br&gt;The strange thing about it was that i felt really angry that i was about to be killed for something i didnt do, but i was amazingly ok with the dying part... No tears, no outcrys, no dramatic attempt to escape. Just smiles and lots of death jokes. &lt;br&gt;Anyway i woke up in kind of a panic and it ended up i woke up a bit late as well. &lt;br&gt;Welcome to the world inside my world... And please dont put me on like suicide watch or something... I know my last two posts are kinda odd :). Something happy next time i swear... Prob lots of talk about how trashed i was all weekend based on the looks of how things might be playing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-3468424105154814488?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3468424105154814488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=3468424105154814488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3468424105154814488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3468424105154814488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-its-best-not-to-remember.html' title='Sometimes its best not to remember...  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rs2t8oXL3QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i9eORwwzP5w/s72-c/Compressed%2520Music-730400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7134485624876305115</id><published>2007-08-18T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:33:10.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start...</title><content type='html'>Just as a warning... this is prob gonna be long and boring. You can prob skip everything below and just read the last paragraph or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life started out simple enough.. running around playing with kids from the hood. Relatively well adjusted. Goals were simple... 1. Have fun 2. Dont piss off mom and dad 3. Annoy KK (which ended up conflicting with goal #2 often times, but that was acceptable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most things in life change happened. Elementary school was over and middle school happened. Things got a bit more complex. There was a bit more pressure from above to succeed academically and with music. Friends changed... went from being with the popular kids (yes i wasnt always such a nerd haha) to being middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come high school and of course as is inevitable more change. Even more pressure to step up the academics i think a little more pressure on the music. Then add in all the other growing up stuff... women, fashion, misc teen drama, the want to impress other people.. you know normal stuff (or at least what i think is normal). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is pretty common at this stage in life your goals start to diverge from those of your parents. I still saw some of the things in a similar way with my parents, but more and more I wanted to do my own things and have my own goals. I think it was at this point i really started to kind of just kind of stuck to the saying "the nail that sticks out gets hammered". Just try to do the minimum to get by w/o getting hassled by the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this juncture that i think something inside me kind of gave up. I no longer really had any goals or direction in life other then to just follow the path i felt like people expected me to follow and do as little as i could to get there. This was a pretty un-fulfilling life style, but i was always to squeeze out a smile and a "good" when asked how things are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is also when i started to get super competitive in things like sports.. like to the point of getting completely infuriated with anything i considered failure. Unfortunately this didnt transfer to things like getting good grades, or going to classes... especially orchestra, which i was basically completely uninterested in at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the zoned out years of college. I dont think i really had an ambition in the world this whole time except to make it out alive. Having "fun" increasingly involved me not remembering nights of my life. In fact i dont remember too many good times that i want soon trashed out of my mind. I didnt make much effort to meet new people or have new experiences. Just accepted living at home and zombie walking my way through life. I think i really shut myself off to the world in many ways. I spent most of my time in my room or working. Kind of just shoved all my emotions good or bad somewhere deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "fun" habits landed me in a bit a of trouble and prob sunk me into one of the strangest periods in my life. The DUI era was pretty depressing and in general it sucked hardcore. I dont think i was ever really honest with myself on the reasons surrounding the whole circumstance. But i think a lot of the reasons should kinda be showing up through my tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff kinda culminated with me runnin off to vegas with some girl that really wasnt right for me, but i convinced myself she was because honestly i liked the feeling that i got when i was with her. I think i felt oddly validated by the whole situation and i think somewhere inside i liked that it went against my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this whole deal happen before grad sucked, but hey goal met! I made it out of college alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating I convinced myself that I needed to move away (run away) to live the life i wanted to live, which as i see things now is a completely invalid path of logic. After months of basically only searching out of state I realized that I prob should get a job in general. So i sucked it up once again and looked for a job in colorado, which yielded results almost immediately.. interviews within weeks and a job offer after about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i dunno why i kept living at home. I think its because it was easy and it kept me away from conflict and I had gotten used to the life style. I filled the empty parts of my life with the rec center. It started with just every now and then.. now its a lifestyle. I'm prob there more then people that actually work there. I like to joke about living with the rents causing me to be so fit, but its the honest to god truth. The culmination of this obsession is prob now with me swimming MWF mornings AND lifting MWF nights. Often on tues or thurs i would go to the rec and run or ball or swim. Not that i dont enjoy it... i just dont know if it would have naturally gotten to this point or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im prob the most lost now then i've ever been in my life. After kinda floating my way through life for so long when i think bout it now i'm at a strange stage. I'm 24 living at home, which isnt TOO abnormal, but a little bit. Mentally I think I have the mentality of like a freshman in college, while socially i need to handle situations with people who mentally are like 10+ years older then me. Money, kids, careers... none of this resonates with me... at all. Socially i find it hard to fit in.. dunno if its because i am unconfident of myself or because i dont really relate with people of my age or something else. Women... you know the story there. Financially... basically i have loads (for now) and plenty of material goods that bought me happiness briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am writing this is part of my new effort to change things about myself. I think i need to open myself up emotionally. So here it is... the feelings of inadequacy i've experienced over the years putting it wayy out there, which actually makes me quite uncomfortable as i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to take responsibility for the way things have worked out. My old excuse was to pass the buck. None of the horrible things in my life were my fault. I liked to put the blame somehow on my parents, which really isnt fair. Tho they might have done things that could potentially have held me back its my ultimate responsibility to react in a positive way... instead of in the weak way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that grad school can be a fresh start for me and im sick of sitting back nd watching life go by. New people, new situations, new chance to grow up... I guess we'll see what materializes, but im looking forward to seeing what transpires and pushing myself out of my comfort zone whenever possible/as needed. Oh yeah congrats for making it through the most typing you'll prob ever see from me unless im writing some big paper thats worth 50% of my grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7134485624876305115?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7134485624876305115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7134485624876305115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7134485624876305115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7134485624876305115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7712432684461134994</id><published>2007-08-15T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:26:33.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The robots will win because we're too da</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsOZuYXL3PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zQlyD990aX0/s1600-h/DSC00433-793660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsOZuYXL3PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zQlyD990aX0/s320/DSC00433-793660.JPG" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The robots will win because we&amp;#39;re too damn lazy... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hear my warnings great people of earth. We are becoming way too lazy...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Proof of the end. We would rather drive around a close parking lot for 20 min trying desperatly to stalk a pedestrian then to park 50 yards away. &lt;br&gt;We now cant carry back packs on our backs... We must now roll them around no matter how stupid we look. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We cant even make our own god damn coffee! We must pay like twice as much to buy some that is made for us... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We cant even sit in a seat on the bus! We must lay down on a busy bus so that no one can sit down! Ok not the most common, but someone is currently doing so and thats annoying. &lt;br&gt;Not only will the robots beat us... We will all take naps while they take over... Cuz it would be a little inconvenient for up to fight for our freedem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7712432684461134994?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7712432684461134994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7712432684461134994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7712432684461134994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7712432684461134994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/robots-will-win-because-were-too-da.html' title='The robots will win because we&apos;re too da'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsOZuYXL3PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zQlyD990aX0/s72-c/DSC00433-793660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2497804825914683868</id><published>2007-08-14T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:14:10.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>150 dollars later.  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsHGwsK5dwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeFwQoYpj8o/s1600-h/DSC00437-750371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsHGwsK5dwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeFwQoYpj8o/s320/DSC00437-750371.JPG" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;150 dollars later. &lt;br&gt;F it is HOT in tx! If there was ever any doubt... Heat index of like 110 everyday. I dont think i stopped sweatin the world time i was there. Ridic. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway the swimming was just ok. I did buy my fancy suit there... Buff colors! However no suit is proper replacement for actual training. &lt;br&gt;My 50s were pretty good. Finally hit a converted 22 for my free! But just was too much of a &amp;lt;&amp;gt; for the 100s i guess. I basically took then out at comfortable paces (which were faster then ever) but on the way back i would feel like death. I honestly thought i was going to sink to the bottom in the 100 fly! 100 free i was with some dude on a national team... Then had a HUGE fade to like 6th. &lt;br&gt;O well... I met some cool new colorado peeps and hung out with some cali kids on the last night.Overall the trip prob was not worth the like 700 it will end up costing, but i do feel like i am going to be a beast once i get the proper training base under me. &lt;br&gt;As i kind of decided to motivate myself i did email the coach of the university team to see if i would be of any use to them. I kind of made a mental pact that if i hit 22 i would atleast try to get on the university team... Rather then being on the masters team. So we will see what happens. &lt;br&gt;Fawk i start school in like two weeks! Total madness! We&amp;#39;re all gonna need to in get trashed one last time b4 then.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Alex is comin in oct! Prepare for the rock big boy... Its gonna be a night to man up! I got the first round of car bombs covered AF guy. And in typical sko fashion . Didnt really take any pictures at all lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2497804825914683868?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2497804825914683868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2497804825914683868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2497804825914683868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2497804825914683868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/150-dollars-later.html' title='150 dollars later.  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RsHGwsK5dwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeFwQoYpj8o/s72-c/DSC00437-750371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6332536843362363625</id><published>2007-08-09T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:05:46.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musing...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrvWCsK5dvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u7xThmwfpVw/s1600-h/DSC00432-746841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrvWCsK5dvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u7xThmwfpVw/s320/DSC00432-746841.JPG" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Random musing... &lt;br&gt;I just landed to tx and am waiting for the shuttle to my hotel. So why not write? &lt;br&gt;Never have i ever... &lt;br&gt;Had a hot nurse &lt;br&gt;Had a hot flight attendant &lt;br&gt;Understood why people bomb out of the plane since we all meet to wait by baggage claim anyway. &lt;br&gt;Worn a cowboy hat and not felt like a jackass. &lt;br&gt;So this weekend should be exciting. I am hoping i swim some bomb times and have fun doing it. &lt;br&gt;The great adventure tomorrow will be buying a suit... One of my dreams has always been to try one of those fancy suits the olympic swimmers wear. If all goes right hip to ankle should be covered in the finest technology speedo or arena has to offer... No worries tho i will still be shaving the legs... Its a tradition. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Well i am off! Shuttle is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6332536843362363625?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6332536843362363625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6332536843362363625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6332536843362363625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6332536843362363625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-musing.html' title='Random musing...  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrvWCsK5dvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u7xThmwfpVw/s72-c/DSC00432-746841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4905261408297308092</id><published>2007-08-04T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:05:16.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this look infected?  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrSxzcK5duI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ZLyOH8mBfY/s1600-h/DSC00434-716937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrSxzcK5duI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ZLyOH8mBfY/s320/DSC00434-716937.JPG" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Does this look infected? &lt;br&gt;Fawk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4905261408297308092?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4905261408297308092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4905261408297308092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4905261408297308092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4905261408297308092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-this-look-infected.html' title='Does this look infected?  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/RrSxzcK5duI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ZLyOH8mBfY/s72-c/DSC00434-716937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5307903938794723993</id><published>2007-07-30T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:08:39.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And cue the fanfare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rq3--MK5dtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcXY5uM5wQ0/s1600-h/DSC00426-719622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rq3--MK5dtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcXY5uM5wQ0/s320/DSC00426-719622.JPG" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And cue the fanfare... &lt;br&gt;Last night i announced that it was my last season coaching summer and that i would not be back for high school either. &lt;br&gt;Everything basically went smoothly. No tears no big production, which is how i wanted it. &lt;br&gt;I ended up getting a strange array of gifts from the normal gift cards to a purple bowling ball and a card that reminds me of borat. &lt;br&gt;Sad day, but one that was needed. I think its about time to move onto the next phase of my life.&lt;br&gt;Heres to all the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5307903938794723993?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5307903938794723993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5307903938794723993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5307903938794723993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5307903938794723993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-cue-fanfare.html' title='And cue the fanfare...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZpZqFpP0-a4/Rq3--MK5dtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QcXY5uM5wQ0/s72-c/DSC00426-719622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-3412654584461937274</id><published>2007-06-07T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:06:55.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>40 images strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/210119/DSC00419-715278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/936410/DSC00419-715278.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;40 images strong... &lt;br&gt;Finally bit the bullet on a new tv! 40 inch sony kdl-v2500. Not the top of the line but uses the same display and hd engine. Less adjustments and different sd processing. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Thus far the tv is pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-3412654584461937274?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3412654584461937274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=3412654584461937274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3412654584461937274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3412654584461937274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/06/40-images-strong.html' title='40 images strong...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-437304276756065063</id><published>2007-06-04T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:20:39.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to share... something im sure only i find funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cnnBlogHeader"&gt;         &lt;div class="cnnBlogTimeStamp"&gt;&lt;blogitemdatetime&gt;6/04/2007 09:38:00 AM&lt;/blogitemdatetime&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;h3 class="cnnBlogHead"&gt;We should have seen Cavs-Spurs coming&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;blogitembody&gt;&lt;/blogitembody&gt;Not many NBA prognosticators were picking a Cavs-Spurs NBA Finals when the playoffs started. But one wise man foretold this more than 15 years ago -- &lt;strong&gt;Tor Akman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akman was the herbalist/healer who appeared in Episode 13 (&lt;em&gt;The Heart Attack&lt;/em&gt;) of &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt;, which first aired on April 25, 1991. Akman also did time in prison, but as &lt;strong&gt;Kramer&lt;/strong&gt; noted, that's only because the medical establishment tried to frame him. He was against hot water in the shower (for &lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt;) and too much dairy (for &lt;strong&gt;Jerry&lt;/strong&gt;), but his real genius turns out to have been roundball. When Jerry asked Akman to decipher some scribblings he made when he awoke during a late-night TV movie, Akman laughed richly. "Oh, yes, yes," he says. "Cleveland 117, San Antonio 109." Jerry seemed dubious, but time has proved Akman right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that score does seem high for today's NBA. And the tea that Akman whipped up for George did turn his face purple (like an eggplant) and send him to the hospital. Plus the note actually said, "Flaming globes of &lt;strong&gt;Sigmund&lt;/strong&gt;." Then again, visionaries are often mocked in their own time. (Thanks to loyal 10 Spot reader &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt; of St. Charles, Mo., for pointing this out.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-437304276756065063?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/437304276756065063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=437304276756065063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/437304276756065063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/437304276756065063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-had-to-share-something-im-sure.html' title='Just had to share... something im sure only i find funny'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4497836140126332441</id><published>2007-05-24T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:55:18.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone envy... Not so much...    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/462235/DSC00418-718331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/380878/DSC00418-718331.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Phone envy... Not so much... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I wouldnt classify myself as a mac lover or hater... More of a mac neutral person. &lt;br&gt;I think the ipod is awesome. Hands down the best mp3 player avail for most users.&lt;br&gt;Their computers are good and have some advantages, but a big part of their popularity is because its such a trendy company. &lt;br&gt;The new product riding the wave of popularity is the much drooled over iphone...Touted as being a major innovation in cellular technology! Let me throw out my view. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Basic specs... A &amp;#39;whopping&amp;#39; 2mp camera... Wow my phone is a few years old and has the same resolution. &lt;br&gt;Plays mp3s... Doesnt everyones phone now? And doesnt everyone already have like 10 ipods? &lt;br&gt;Can play videos. A bit more unique, but again my aging mobile also can do this. &lt;br&gt;Wifi. Something mine cant do, but many phones before its time could do this. &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;html&amp;#39; browser. Many phones have this, but honestly with most sites optimized for you fancy 20 inch monitors the little screen is going to require a shit load of side and vertical scrolling. (Which is where opera mini rocks, but thats something totally diff) &lt;br&gt;Touch screen. Hmm... I guess its kind of new with the non stylus thing, but almost any smart phone has had this feature forever. Not to mention the screen is going to be a giant greasy mess from all the touching. &lt;br&gt;Runs mac os! Well since its the &amp;#39;first&amp;#39; mac phone its def an innovation, but there are a load of phones running windown and palm os already so the os thing is a draw. &lt;br&gt;Plays itunes songs and videos. This is great, but so did apples first flop into the mobile world. And mac wont let any other devices run the security so tho my phone plays acc/mp4 (itunes format) i cant play secure ones downloaded. &lt;br&gt;All in all. Iphone will be a success cuz of the popularity of the company and will satisfy those who will think its the best thing ever (till they drop it once and it breaks). It will be a good phone that has some level of innovation, tho not ground breaking. However i do not think currently its worth the 500 subsidized via att price tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4497836140126332441?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4497836140126332441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4497836140126332441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4497836140126332441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4497836140126332441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/05/phone-envy-not-so-much.html' title='Phone envy... Not so much...    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1290507254616490246</id><published>2007-05-22T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:15:51.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Game over...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/267566/DSC00412-751446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/734469/DSC00412-751446.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Game over... &lt;br&gt;I think that celebs are either really dumb or are really just desperate for attention. Well some of them. &lt;br&gt;I have noticed a disturbing trend of celeb petty crimes. Petty crimes like skipping out on checks in bars and clubs. &lt;br&gt;Not a big deal you say? Remember these people dont wine and dine in dennys like the rest of us... They eat at high class new york restaurants and accumulate thousands of dollars on a tab at a hip vip club. &lt;br&gt;Its not like they dont have the money to pay or that they are in college and its funny to do it. &lt;br&gt;I am convinced they do it because they can. I must have missed the celeb clause in the constitution. Anyone who is in a movie gets 10 get out of jail free cards. &lt;br&gt;I say let paris be the first in a line of celeb jailings! Viva la revolution de hollywood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1290507254616490246?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1290507254616490246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1290507254616490246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1290507254616490246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1290507254616490246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-over.html' title='Game over...  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1805084008225872682</id><published>2007-05-14T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:15:23.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the bulls...    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/60347/DSC00409-723908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/716606/DSC00409-723908.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just the bulls... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Simon had his bachelor party this last weekend and i think a good time was had by all. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We took a limo downtown. Had a few beers there and had a laugh or two. Then it began... We were dropped right by the winkoop and it looked busy so we decided that was as good as anywhere to drink. (Count = 3) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I expected to do a little more &amp;#39;pub crawling&amp;#39; but that didnt happen. O well. (Count = 7) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;From there we made the walk where of course i took atleast one wrong turn, but thats ok cuz no one really noticed except for my bladder, which needed emptying.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Finally we arrived at the gentlemens club where the bouncer quickly let the man who needed to &amp;#39;slash&amp;#39; in. &lt;br&gt;Everything in the club is kind of just between the men, but i assure you boobies were seen. (Count = 10 the magic number!). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway that was the big event of the weekend. Oh yeah and i think i actually got hit on by a stripper. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Next stop estes! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Today is like my friday suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1805084008225872682?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1805084008225872682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1805084008225872682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1805084008225872682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1805084008225872682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-bulls.html' title='Just the bulls...    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7808359205929861058</id><published>2007-05-09T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:48:27.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin cut...    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/521947/buff_dude-707613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/951180/buff_dude-707613.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gettin cut... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So there was one summer i went from being a super skinny dude to a somewhat average dude. I gained 10 pounds in that one summer. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;My method was to follow the advice of this mens health article my sis stole for me. &amp;#39;pack ten&amp;#39; the skinny mans guide. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Since i have been lifting pretty hard lately i decided i would look at this article again. Results... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I need to eat a minimum of like 3800 calories per day and as close to 140 grams of protein to pack a pound of muscle a week. Wowsa! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;By this logic i should be close to my target weight by the end of summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7808359205929861058?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7808359205929861058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7808359205929861058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7808359205929861058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7808359205929861058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/05/gettin-cut.html' title='Gettin cut...    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8825944502089670234</id><published>2007-05-07T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:42:31.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit special.    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/79597/DSC00405-751118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/663226/DSC00405-751118.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a little bit special. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I dunno if its just me, but it feels like people are always trying to get me drunk. &amp;#39;the rock&amp;#39; is something like am urban legend around the circle of friends and it seems to become like some sort of goal to see the rock at a given party.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Often its like the first words spoken to me at a party &amp;#39;is the rock coming out tonight?&amp;#39; i guess i should just be happy im loved enough to be invited to events. &lt;br&gt;My impression of myself when i am drunk is that i become loud, annoying, kind of a jackass. I really dont know tho. Cuz i never remember! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The rock is like my tyler durden. From fight club... Where when the dude thinks he is asleep if really is being tyler so doesnt remember lots of the things. Once the rock is out the brain is off. But everyone assures me i had a good time so i guess i must :). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Maybe i will never escape the man, the myth, the legend of the rock, but i guess there could be worse things to be remembered for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8825944502089670234?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8825944502089670234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8825944502089670234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8825944502089670234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8825944502089670234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-little-bit-special.html' title='Just a little bit special.    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-9020640555779988335</id><published>2007-04-30T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:23:11.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising wisdom...  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/971572/IMDB2-791075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/730045/IMDB2-791075.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Advertising wisdom...&lt;p&gt;I was watching along tv on sunday during work and later in the evening with mama and i noticed something pretty obvious in adverts that usually doesnt get thought about by the general public. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;During work i caught the taladega 500 (nascar... Yeah i know pretty hick of me, but whatev) and saw lots of messages directed at men. I especially saw lots of the rgx body spray ones (hence the pic). If you havent seen them they basically feature an attractive woman basically seducing you to buy their product and sort of hinting that axe spray has a much too powerful odor. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway it works to the effect that every time that ad is on i watch and i know the product now. Other ads are similar using sex or other strong images. So whats that say about the average man? &lt;br&gt;Keep it short, simple messages, use visuals (sexy ones are usually a plus). &lt;br&gt;The adverts later in the evening during along came polly were slightly different, as you might expect. &lt;br&gt;There were some more general ads, but there were many female targeted messages, which were easy to spot in their own way.Female advertising still featured generally sexy/good looking women. But not to seduce you towards a purchase. The ads contained facts! (Well i should say &amp;#39;facts&amp;#39;.) Like lotion commercials like explained why the lotion softens your skin in addition to showing a half naked woman applying it.The interesting part to me is that advertisers figured out the way to send messages, but often the way men and women interact are quite the contrary. &lt;br&gt;Men generally send simple unjumbled messages to flirt etc, but women seem to go the subdued way.  If you believe in target marketing you can see that everyone is kind of going about things the wrong way. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Just a thought, but given that im such a man whore (haha i know) maybe i know shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-9020640555779988335?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9020640555779988335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=9020640555779988335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/9020640555779988335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/9020640555779988335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/04/advertising-wisdom.html' title='Advertising wisdom...  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1433904904659045855</id><published>2007-04-29T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:00:01.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The low down, and other weekend fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/894216/DSC00407-701917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/734871/DSC00407-701917.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The low down, and other weekend fun.&lt;p&gt;This past weekend was pretty packed. The big moment was seeing am old buddy come to concert in town. It was a really quick acoustic set in a small venue, but got to see that he remained largely true to his style and was still following his dreams. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After the show we were going to hang with the band so we followed them to an appt downtown. They dropped their van off and people were switching cars. We saw a car drive off so we followed... All the way to the opposite side of downtown... Then the car pulled off to blockbuster... Whoops wrong car lol. &lt;br&gt;No worries... My friend was having a party. We head to westy... Party canceled. &lt;br&gt;Ok kp&amp;#39;s friend always partys... Nothin. &lt;br&gt;Other car mates friend should be throwing down sweet. Nothin... &lt;br&gt;The saturday that nothing happened... Almost. &lt;br&gt;We finally met up with kp&amp;#39;s womans friends and rocked out. Me with my 40 and she with her bottle of wine. &lt;br&gt;Other then that i bowled prob the worst ever. 4 games all under 100... Shit i was lucky i broke 50! I blame the lunges that are still crippleing me today even tho i did them on friday. Evil stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1433904904659045855?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1433904904659045855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1433904904659045855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1433904904659045855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1433904904659045855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/04/low-down-and-other-weekend-fun.html' title='The low down, and other weekend fun.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6816535785651114538</id><published>2007-04-25T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:18:50.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/726841/DSCF1074-730935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/632244/DSCF1074-730935.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Back on track...After swimming non stop at state i swore off the sport for atleast a week if not two. Just got back in this morning. I should also find out about summer coaching today!How does this sched sound? Swimming from 5-615 am, coaching from 630-10ish then work from 1045ish - 7ish? Thats the beast i am up against this summer. Anyone think im gonna make it? I dont :). &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6816535785651114538?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6816535785651114538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6816535785651114538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6816535785651114538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6816535785651114538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-910111596878593679</id><published>2007-04-23T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:03:21.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful casual encounter.  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/374446/DSC00406-701068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/831080/DSC00406-701068.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Meaningful casual encounter. &lt;br&gt;So literally just now i got a phone call that has had a profound impact on me. Someone i knew very casually at masters swim meets and the guy who was kind of our leader this last weekend at state died over the weekend. &lt;br&gt;We all knew he recently found out he had cancer, but all indications were that it was still in the early stages and that he was going to have a good doctor work on him. Most of the focus was on when he would be back not IF he would return. &lt;br&gt;I got to hang out with him all weekend and he was just a very positive guy. Liked to kick back and enjoy his time at the meet. He was 43 and still swimming at a pretty high level. I got to have a 100 fly race right next to him and if ended up beating me by just a little bit. &lt;br&gt;The last thing i say him doing was kickin back having a few beers at the post state bbq and the big guy leaving with a smile on his face with his swim bag thrown over his shoulder waving goodbye. &lt;br&gt;All indications were that he was a good man who carried a lot of respect around the masters pools. He leaves behind two daughters and a wife and a masters team whom all seemed to love and respect him. &lt;br&gt;Its odd how someone whom you didnt know all that well can impact your life and thoughts. The eta on the services are on friday and i plan on attending. I mean how crazy is that i meet the guy every now and again at meets and i was completely detestated when i got the news. &lt;br&gt;Heres to big K.N. A man i&amp;#39;ve developed a great respect for. My prayers go out to those you left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-910111596878593679?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/910111596878593679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=910111596878593679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/910111596878593679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/910111596878593679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/04/meaningful-casual-encounter.html' title='Meaningful casual encounter.  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2078068395099281296</id><published>2007-03-28T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:14:16.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool things?  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/90488/DSC00194-756430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/491805/DSC00194-756430.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cool things? &lt;br&gt;Some things that are cool/acceptable only in a certain context. &lt;br&gt;For example being captain of the chess club, cool on a college app or with those people, but almost anywhere else keep that to yourself unless you really like being made fun of. &lt;br&gt;Shaving your legs, cool for swimming, running, biking but other then that you just look like a woman and also need to use lotion all the time. &lt;br&gt;Singing, awesome in the shower or in the car or at a concert, but when your on the bus keep your mouth shut... Esp if you dont know the words or cant hold a pitch!Swinging out really wide for a turn. Needed when racing or turning really fast, but when you&amp;#39;re scooting along at 5 mph its just lame (think si might agree with this one). &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2078068395099281296?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2078068395099281296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2078068395099281296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2078068395099281296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2078068395099281296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/cool-things.html' title='Cool things?  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4037931009610056441</id><published>2007-03-27T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:25:29.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human snowmen.  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/870302/DSC00403-729993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/700142/DSC00403-729993.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Human snowmen. &lt;br&gt;So this weekend i got a taste of a snowman&amp;#39;s life. We went boarding at copper in a constant snow... All day long. Not great snow, actually it was more like falling slush, but to me any snow is better then no snow. Basically as you rode the lift you would become a snow drift. Collecting a good layer of snow. At the end of the day my beanie weighed like 5 pounds :). &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4037931009610056441?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4037931009610056441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4037931009610056441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4037931009610056441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4037931009610056441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/human-snowmen.html' title='Human snowmen.  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5391562517248210189</id><published>2007-03-21T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:39:41.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters in Beer-ology.    </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/624433/DSC00396-781403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/684703/DSC00396-781403.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Masters in Beer-ology. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So me and a friend were talking about degrees and i mentioned that if could get a masters is beerololy and came up with some ideas on requirements for this degree. I think i have come up with a more complete degree program. &lt;br&gt;You might  need some pre reqs if you did not get your undergraduate in beer-ology however. &lt;br&gt;Pre reqs-&lt;br&gt;*Drink a beer from atleast two different families. &lt;br&gt;*Are of legal age. &lt;br&gt;*Hour of power.&lt;br&gt;Core classes- &lt;br&gt;* BGY5000 Century club.&lt;br&gt;* BGY5050 Edward 40 hands.&lt;br&gt;* BGY5621 Intro to beer bong.&lt;br&gt;* BGY5869 World tour (beer from asia, euro, na, aust) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Pick two of the following. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;* BGY6201 Foundations of beer battering.  &lt;br&gt;* BGY6202 Intro to blew-ology (visit a brew) .&lt;br&gt;* BGY6203 Principals of pouring (keg, tap, bottle, can). &lt;br&gt;* BGY6204 Game theory (master the art of pong). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Select an area of emphasis. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Master of brew- &lt;br&gt;* BGY 8010 Brew your own&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Master of drink- &lt;br&gt;* BGY 8015 Palate refinement (identify beer by type) &lt;br&gt;* BGY 8016 Chug-ology (pitcher, shotgun, keg stand, tripple bong)&lt;br&gt;Capstone class- &lt;br&gt;* BGY9000 Ethics of the drunk. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The pic has nothing at all to do with the topic haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5391562517248210189?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5391562517248210189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5391562517248210189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5391562517248210189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5391562517248210189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/masters-in-beer-ology.html' title='Masters in Beer-ology.    '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8972465888029380842</id><published>2007-03-19T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:49:02.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the madness end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/488871/DSC00368-742962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/812861/DSC00368-742962.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Where does the madness end?I now think the downfall of man kind is not going to be disaster, famine, disease, or even polution. I now know the end of the world is near, because this thing is taking over the world. Almost everyone has atleast one with them like 24-7.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This weekend while i was snowboarding i almost crashed into someone who was not paying attn and decided to just plow into my path. The reason for their distraction? Bingo... They felt that they absolutely needed to have a little convo in the middle of the mtn.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Snowboarding is inherently dangerous enough, but throw in the added mess of the phone and its just insane. I will admit to having my phone on me on the slopes, but thats largely because its my mp3 player. And i have returned sms messages, but only on the lift where you just sit there. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The cell phone use flows into all the other dumb places you could use a phone. On the bus, in the car, in the middle of a fancy dinner. I feel like i have ranted about this before so i will move on.So this weekend i went back to am old friend. The wii! Got together with some friends and played some red steel and lotta wii boxing. It re sparked my love of the wii. A new mario game is dvd in a few weeks and i am psyched.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/984389/DSC00395-743577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/586681/DSC00395-743577.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;St pattys day was cool. The frees and andrew came up to boulder as my co worker and her crew were leaving me. I ran into my arch nemisis (in a good way). He was on swim team and we were similar in speed. He did the 200 and i did the 50 so we raced anything up till 200 and had a few epic 100 free battles. Good times. The pic was taken with my cool camera phone flash! Gotta start taking more pics when i am out now.Figured how to cover the led with poster putty that works like shit, but works well for the application... Cept the ugly color spot on the phone :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8972465888029380842?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8972465888029380842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8972465888029380842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8972465888029380842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8972465888029380842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-does-madness-end.html' title='Where does the madness end?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8016024111781551785</id><published>2007-03-14T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:14:17.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans... </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/852579/Flute-757927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/746694/Flute-757927.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Plans... Yesterday at my grad school interview they asked quite a few forward looking questions. And i realized i still have no idea what the hell i am doing. After living roughly a third of my life and becoming an &amp;#39;adult&amp;#39; a have no direction or purpose. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;They asked things like where do i see myself in 5 years? And honestly i had no clue just mainly hoped to be living healthy and happy, but of course i came up with some better vision. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Can we achieve our fullest potential without all this planning? I feel like lot of people in about their every day lives and kind of go through the motions with no main goal except to make it through the day. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It seems like we could do more with a purpose. Like many of the greatest athletes... From what i know they dont become so great by going through the motions or by some blind luck. Most of then are fairly driven and are constantly working to be better/faster/stronger. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The problem is that life and sports are very different. It is quite easy to benchmark sports to see/ensure constant forward progress. Did i swim faster? Was i able to lift 20 more pounds? Did my shooting % increase? Simple yes no questions. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;How do we measure our lives? One standard measure is income. Do i make more now then i did before? But i would argue this is a horrible measurement. Sure i made a shit ton more, but i also worked my ass to the bone. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Other measurements could be happyness or satisfaction, but this is so subjective and once again presents a problem... What makes me less satisfied today could lead to much greater satisfaction later. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I dont really know where i am going with this. But i still dont have this great life plan. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8016024111781551785?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8016024111781551785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8016024111781551785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8016024111781551785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8016024111781551785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/plans.html' title='Plans... '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2330013503140734864</id><published>2007-03-12T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:49:25.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/592063/DSC00390-765983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/62273/DSC00390-765983.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Weekend adventures.I branched out a bit this weekend. First on friday i crashed simons work ski trip to copper mtn. My first trip to the divide this winter! Also my first try testing my highly modified setup. All went well here. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After the skiing i went and watched 300. Not the greatest film of all time or even one that is really groundbreaking. It was tagged as the next matrix or gladiator, both of which are in my list of favs, but it fell short of the hype. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It was a solid film and well worth the money. Great action and cgi, but the downfall was lack of a real story and no character development at all. You dont even feel sad when the main character dies!The biggest new exp this weekend is that i became a bit more domesticated. For the first time ever i vacuumed the house. Dont get me wrong, i have vacuumed before, but never the house... Sad i know. But my excuse is my mom has this super fancy vac that i dont even know how to setup. My dad got a normal one from the flea market and once its working status was confirmed i had at it.&lt;br&gt;Go me! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I also tried the hardest thing in my swimming history this weekend. The 500 fly... A daunting task for any swimmer. I failed tho :(. I got so tired in the middle that i had to switch to freestyle for a while, but impressed all by maning up and finishing it up fly. Cant check it off the list yet, but least i went after it. In retrospect i think i could have completed the task, but when you&amp;#39;re in the moment and your arms feel like jello and every wall you take a longer and longer break you start to get psyched out. When i was pretty tired and saw the number 7 on the counter (7 of 20) i actually got depressed lol.One cool thing i did learn is that i have managed to make some friends at these meets. On the far wall i had a little cheering section. And on the near wall someone was watching as well. I could hear some whistleing when i came up for air. That makes you feel good. I never realized that little things like that can matter... As a sprinter i dont get to hear shit.Anyway. Until next time kids i recommend the comedy of demitri martin the master of one liners. &lt;br&gt;Wish me luck at my admissions interview tomorrow morn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2330013503140734864?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2330013503140734864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2330013503140734864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2330013503140734864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2330013503140734864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend adventures.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6787749398560646796</id><published>2007-03-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:48:30.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke free is the way for me, but you?  </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/528135/DSC00216-710836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/112256/DSC00216-710836.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Smoke free is the way for me, but you? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you know me you know i am as smoke free as most anyone. I dont like smoking, dont find it attractive, and dont like to be around it. But i think the smoking ban goes too far. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I can understand some places that should be smoke free/even if they arent people should step outside. &lt;br&gt;Homes with kids, family restaurants, hospitals, public transport etc. &lt;br&gt;But there are places that are being unfairly banned. Bars is my number one... Most people dont go to bars to do healthy things anyway... Yes, Binge drinking and staying up late are not healthy ;). The establishment is full of only adults so there is no danger there. I feel like it should at minimum be up to the owner to ban smoking. Patrons can then use their economic right and in where they get the most benefit.I feel this is very fair to both owner and patron. And does not really put young ones at risk. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The next place on my list is somewhere like a bowling alley. I know this is somewhat of a family place, but once again i would encourage freedom of choice. A place like splitz would obviously can the smoke cuz its patrons are largely young/families. A smaller alley would vote to smoke because their audience is locals and bowling leagues (full of older people). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I just think this is government taking too much control... Hell some colleges are trying to ban ALL smoking, even if you are outside and not standing by anyone!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This issue is closely related to seatbelt laws... They should not exist either.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I just feel like giving away too many personal freedoms (esp ones that plain economics would solve anyhow) is a very gray area. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Remember the first time you ditched classes? Or drove home a little tipsy? You prob felt pretty guilty/nervous/were aware of it, but as you do it more and more it becomes less and less of am issue and eventually you dont see a problem with it at all. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;First its seat belts, then its lots of freedoms for the patriot act in the name of terror, then its taking the right for business owners from choosing how to run their establishment... Where does it end? Will the government remove all restaurants and put in government controlled cafes that serve healthy approved foods? Take away cars since they are dangerous? Take away cell phones because terrorists use them? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sorry got a little off topic :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6787749398560646796?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6787749398560646796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6787749398560646796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6787749398560646796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6787749398560646796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/smoke-free-is-way-for-me-but-you.html' title='Smoke free is the way for me, but you?  '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5409165309475913333</id><published>2007-03-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:26:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia...</title><content type='html'>Trivia...What food product is sold in 99% of american grocery stores, has sold over 9billion units, has been around since the 1930s, and even has its very own museum?&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/823883/spam-771163.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/261874/spam-771163.png" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thats right. The product thats the brunt of many jokes. SPAM (guess it should be in all caps officially, which separates it from computer spam) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I feel a run this long is noteworthy... Esp since almost anyone you talk to denies eating the pork shoulder and ham canned meat product. No matter how hard you deny it the odds seem to be in favor of you eating it atleast once in your life. I mean its sold everywhere so someone must be buying this shit! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Well lets get honest here. I will get the ball rolling... I have indeed eaten SPAM and have survived. It actually isnt as horrid as its made out to be. I would still much rather eat real ham or pork or steak, but still. We have all eaten more mysterious meats without such a negative stigma. &lt;br&gt;The number one mystery meat i would say is hotdogs... That ingredient list is far longer then SPAM. Mystery meat number two is chicken nuggets (tho this has gotten better) when they werent all white meat... What were they? Meat number three those lunch meats that are perfectly round (think they are oscar meyer) but seriously when is the last time you saw such a round animal? &lt;br&gt;(Honorable mention goes to mc donalds and the really cheap $1 a scoop places)SPAM has even helped defend our freedom? It used to be served to soldiers since meats could not be delivered to then in battle. This is basically how spam got world wide popularity cuz surplus product ended up with locals.So next time you feel like making fun of the underdog of meat products make sure its for the right reasons... Not just to perpetuate stereotypes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5409165309475913333?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5409165309475913333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5409165309475913333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5409165309475913333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5409165309475913333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/trivia.html' title='Trivia...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2736881778017701898</id><published>2007-03-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:39:45.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The vegas show review you have all been </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/692504/DSC00387-785326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/186018/DSC00387-785326.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The vegas show review you have all been waiting for!I will start with the big show. Since i know you all are dying to know. &amp;#39;brand new day&amp;#39; by celion dion.I went in as optimistic as any 23 year old guy could. I would almost say i was looking forward to it. I heard good things and it has been one of the hottest tickets in town. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So a lot of it is much different then what you might have been expecting. There were some cool visuals. Flying props, a digital background (that blended extremely well), and lots of dancers.With all do that said. No matter how much they dress it up and how cool some of that stuff is eventually you get a bit bored (unless you are hardcore). And eventually you realize that you are listening to celion deion. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;In the end i learned a few things... She isnt a big dancer, a man can only handle so much of her, and there was some pussy of a man in the front row (if was crying at the end of the show).We also went to the aquarium at mandilay bay. That was cool, but really sort. If i actually paid to get in i would feel severely ripped off. Learnings here - after all these years being in am aquarium freaks me out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/459075/DSC00385-785615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/926677/DSC00385-785615.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2736881778017701898?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2736881778017701898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2736881778017701898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2736881778017701898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2736881778017701898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/vegas-show-review-you-have-all-been.html' title='The vegas show review you have all been '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-5540939404952493639</id><published>2007-03-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:16:48.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored by the runway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/456488/DSC00377-708877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/816418/DSC00377-708877.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bored by the runway.So vegas was good. Was nostalgic to have a true family vacation again. But with the good there was also the bad and truely annoying. This was def my dryest trip in history... Had one drink at dinner and one momosa at brunch.This was not too surprising since i was with the fam and after the wine night.The gaming was crazy. I sucked it up at the bread and butter (roulette). But ended up salvaging a poor trip with some time and skillful play at the blackjack table. Really felt skillful tho. Hardly got dealt good hands. Had to hit and stay smart. The highlight was the 80 dollar hand at like 3 am. That was all my money. I could not bear to look. Then i get a pat on the back from my neighbor who says &amp;#39;you got it!&amp;#39;. I look... See a face and an ace. Good way to double up. I got unlucky and lost 60 bucks the first night could have been even to 40 up. The second night lost 60 bucks in like 20 min. Then took another 60 out. Lost 20 on roulette. Then decided to play 21. 40 bucks turned to 150 which put me only 30 down on the trip, which is not too bad for how little i gambled. But still puts me in the red for the first time. But overall still like 7-800 up in my travels there :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-5540939404952493639?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5540939404952493639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=5540939404952493639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5540939404952493639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/5540939404952493639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-by-runway.html' title='Bored by the runway.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1121758261916900005</id><published>2007-03-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:20:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a send off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/623885/DSC00012-710434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/419291/DSC00012-710434.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hell of a send off...Last night for some reason we decided to bring the party. The night started with some DnB where i won the liquid dispenser. Best toy ever from there. Basically we decided to break it in my filling it with some vino... Then some more... And then a little more.All this while watching movies. It was like am ideal night. Good friends chillin and havin fun.Lesson learned tho... Bringing the party on a wed night hurts :). And now i am on my way to vegas for some more rough nights. Yikes. Should be good times.Next post will be right after i win a grip of money. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1121758261916900005?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1121758261916900005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1121758261916900005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1121758261916900005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1121758261916900005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/03/hell-of-send-off.html' title='Hell of a send off...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2395613370494083821</id><published>2007-02-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:39:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: That is some hot shit eh? Thats the </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/962480/DSC00360-767749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/128730/DSC00360-767749.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That is some hot shit eh? Thats the directly after shot from getting my teeth out. Whats been up the last month= &lt;br&gt;Girls swimming ended (we took 3rd at league champs) &lt;br&gt;I started to train again for swimming. &lt;br&gt;Turned in most of my grad school app.&lt;br&gt;Blog didnt accept my entries and i gave up.Swimming has been depressing lately. I have been swimming like shit (tho i think i might have hit one pr). I dunno if i just hold myself to a crazy standard or if i really am like sweet honey in the water.My new goal- dont cut my hair until my birthday (or grad school interview). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2395613370494083821?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2395613370494083821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2395613370494083821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2395613370494083821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2395613370494083821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/02/fw-that-is-some-hot-shit-eh-thats.html' title='Fw: That is some hot shit eh? Thats the '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2799179711082565568</id><published>2007-02-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:41:02.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That is some hot shit eh? Thats the dire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/z/710049/DSC00360-762535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/z/884111/DSC00360-762535.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That is some hot shit eh? Thats the directly after shot from getting my teeth out. Whats been up the last month= &lt;br&gt;Girls swimming ended (we took 3rd at league champs) &lt;br&gt;I started to train again for swimming. &lt;br&gt;Turned in most of my grad school app.&lt;br&gt;Blog didnt accept my entries and i gave up.Swimming has been depressing lately. I have been swimming like shit (tho i think i might have hit one pr). I dunno if i just hold myself to a crazy standard or if i really am like sweet honey in the water.My new goal- dont cut my hair until my birthday (or grad school interview). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2799179711082565568?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2799179711082565568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2799179711082565568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2799179711082565568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2799179711082565568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-is-some-hot-shit-eh-thats-dire.html' title='That is some hot shit eh? Thats the dire'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4054551729647577524</id><published>2007-01-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:10:26.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New coach. The new romo mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/919143/p1.romo2.ap-726760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/759787/p1.romo2.ap-726760.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;New coach. The new romo maniaOk... So romo messed up the field goal...  Big deal. He almost ran it in for the td! If the kicker could block a man romo goes from dud to hero. &lt;br&gt;I also feel bad for t.o. Everyone claims that if has dropped the most passes this season, but that is not am official stat... Of course if you only count his drops he will have the most! &lt;br&gt;Anyway...Lafayette finally hired a masters swim coach. The dude seems like he could be cool. Guess he has done a bunch of iron man races and looks in pretty amazing shape for an old dude. The swimming excitement is back!And as a side note... F the wind and snow. How is it possible to close roads in the city cuz of a blizard when it is not snowing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4054551729647577524?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4054551729647577524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4054551729647577524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4054551729647577524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4054551729647577524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-coach-new-romo-mania.html' title='New coach. The new romo mania'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-3793683161319036511</id><published>2007-01-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:02:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowsymess may occur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/826350/DSC00239-753042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/372390/DSC00239-753042.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Drowsymess may occur...After having a crazy dream including... The swat team, some strange island, a battle with natives on the island, a girl from some college classes whom i&amp;#39;ve never spoken, and running for my life. And in general remembering a dream... I have hardly been sleeping at all. I keep finding ways to mindlessly stay up till like 130-2 am... Sucks.Something happened to one of my coworkers that is the very definition of &amp;#39;its all fun and games till someones eye gets fucked up&amp;#39;. The word is that he has not returned to work since he was struck in the eye with a snowball on new years eve. This was no ordinary haha fluffy ball either. I guess it was some packed shit kinda icy. Anyway the word is that in ripped his contact into 3 parts and messed up his cornia. That is some whack stuff.&lt;br&gt;I am about to resume swim training for myself, but i find myself having 0 desire to do so. Maybe after a few years of living swimming i have finally burnt out... More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-3793683161319036511?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3793683161319036511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=3793683161319036511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3793683161319036511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/3793683161319036511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/01/drowsymess-may-occur.html' title='Drowsymess may occur...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-2676019273011254777</id><published>2007-01-02T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:28:12.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year another beer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/37298/DSC00327-792777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/479825/DSC00327-792777.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another year another beer...The new year got off to a good kick. I dont particularly remember the strike of midnight. So much for not drinking too much cuz of family stuff :). Anyway i am happy to report that i did not vom and that i ate to my hearts content.I have started this new year with a surprisingly positive outlook. Considering i was feeling a bit down at close out the year. I am not big on resolutions, but i do have some things. &lt;br&gt;1-get back to school and kick some ass. &lt;br&gt;2-dominate the pool for the last time for a while.&lt;br&gt;3-trying to be a little less conservative.I have a feeling this is going to be a good year to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-2676019273011254777?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2676019273011254777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=2676019273011254777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2676019273011254777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/2676019273011254777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-year-another-beer.html' title='Another year another beer...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-1295209795127090368</id><published>2006-12-20T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:26:38.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/436843/DSC00289-798178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/856975/DSC00289-798178.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Winter wonder...Holy shit... Thats about all i can say. In the blizard conditions the bus station is packed to the max. I have never seen more people here in my life. Lines wrap around back near the start and back around again. You cant tell which is which unless you ask.Buses are being packed to absolute maximum capacity standing room only. It is pretty awesome.Good day to have am ipod or a cool music playing phone like your truely.Mother nature is crazy rad! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-1295209795127090368?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1295209795127090368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=1295209795127090368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1295209795127090368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/1295209795127090368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-wonder.html' title='Winter wonder...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-6591290992248647809</id><published>2006-12-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:56:16.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It irks me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/307812/DSC00303-776328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/470763/DSC00303-776328.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Things you can do to piss me off.1. Play that fergie song... I dunno just dont like it. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;2. Dont use your turn signal and cut me off. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;3. Stall talk &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;4. Randomly drift into my lane when driving. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;5. Celeb trash magazines and those who really enjoy reading them. Honestly who the f cares?6. Stereo types. More often then not they are hundreds of years old and are wrong. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;7. Losing at anything. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;8. Pleated pants. It usually gives men the equiv look as a fupa (acronym ask if you dont know think its also called a pouch? I dunno)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;9. People who only blame being fat on fast foods. It takes 2 to tango, but only takes you to get fat.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;10. The feeling you get right after you clip your nails. Fingers feel so naked!... Closely related is burning your tongue.In other news i officially won my first meet with the high school team! 99-86 with only half our squad there. It was a surprise and made me feel good! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-6591290992248647809?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6591290992248647809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=6591290992248647809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6591290992248647809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/6591290992248647809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-irks-me.html' title='It irks me...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8925119294815379501</id><published>2006-12-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:35:24.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early, duck, growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/498803/DSC00322-724809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/76213/DSC00322-724809.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Early, duck, growing up.So last night planning to work at 10 i decided to go to bed at like 130/2. But luckily i got the joy of getting a call to see if i wanted to work early... Damn you kt! :). O well least i get off early. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;As you can see bowser got a new rubber bath toy buddy! I jacked him from the rec... He even squeeks!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Growing pains...They say change is tough. I am realizing that it really is! Lately i have been in talks with a buddy about moving into an appt together. Last week we found a pretty sweet deal. We found a place and the asking rent was just over 1k a month. Basically the place is 3 stories with an attached 2 car garage. Really nice. However the lease needed to be signed within the next few days. Theoretically this should pose no problem for me... Since i am living at home and could leave at any time.However it turned into this big thing for me. After being in the nest with almost everything taken care of for me the thought of moving out is weird. While having &amp;#39;freedom&amp;#39; from the rents is nice the new prison of cleaning, cooking, laundry, and losing my large spendable income kind of sucks.&lt;br&gt;Now on the bus i thought about just how little has changed in the last few years for me. Living arrangements same, friends (largely) same, bob l still in my life, swimming even bigger part of life, females and prospects same.So to sum it up... Most major portions of my life strongly parallel the situation 6 years ago. So much for growing up eh?Anyway we missed the other appt but they have am opening at the end of jan and my roomie has decided he will cover month 1 of rent since i cant really move till like end of feb. I have a few days to think it through... We will see if i am ready for some change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8925119294815379501?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8925119294815379501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8925119294815379501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8925119294815379501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8925119294815379501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/early-duck-growing-up.html' title='Early, duck, growing up.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-427992190978524975</id><published>2006-12-07T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:50:38.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SkoWii!!! And in other news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/465542/DSC00321-738286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/811017/DSC00321-738286.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SkoWii!!! And in other news.So i finally got the wii and i have no idea when i will ever play it. Seeing how i am out of the house for like 14 hours per day, but i will find a way to squeeze it in.I also made simons holiday season by giving him the 36th ps3 that the sony store got instead of selling it on ebay or keeping it. But it all works out since if helped hook up the wiiAnd in older news the first swim meet of the season was last week. Overall it went well even tho we lost. We held the score close till lack of depth on relays killed us at the end. I think i was a lot more nervous then some of the girls were. I know it sounds ridiculous for someone who is just going to stand around with a stop watch and yell at people to have any emotion, but it really is an easier thing to be a swimmer. See being a swimmer means you just go out there and swim as fast as you can. To me being a coach means that you kind of put your &amp;#39;street cred&amp;#39; on the line. Like if we totally sucked then i feel that it would be a direct reflection on me as a coach.Anyway. The one thing that really freaks me out now is how far we are from state qualification times. After having some monster seniors last year almost anything that happens this year would be a let down, but my goals to have relays and one individual at state looks to be in limbo. More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-427992190978524975?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/427992190978524975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=427992190978524975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/427992190978524975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/427992190978524975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/skowii-and-in-other-news.html' title='SkoWii!!! And in other news.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-956466206264554299</id><published>2006-12-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:00:57.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in business</title><content type='html'>so tmobile decided to change my cell phones email address so my blog was posting to all these weird blogs every time i tried to post. heres everything from the past few weeks. with the FW:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-956466206264554299?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/956466206264554299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=956466206264554299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/956466206264554299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/956466206264554299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-business.html' title='Back in business'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-4824327647641964008</id><published>2006-12-05T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:57:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: An early xmas present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/877258/DSC00299-739956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/970830/DSC00299-739956.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/379097/DSC00300-740209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/25887/DSC00300-740209.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;An early xmas present.So last night i got back from work. Got off the bus. Warmed up the car. Took like 20 min to scrape all the damn ice off and i was ready to get to some event at the school. My shoes had a bunch of snow on them so i kicked my tire to force all of it off... The tire gives... wtf?I might have neglected to mention that its now dark outside and like 5 degrees with a few inches of snow on the ground. To make matters worse my fancy ass decided i wanted to wear a suit instead of a real coat.Luckily my dad put gloves in my glove box for this exact scenario. So there i am changing my tire all alone with a bunch of people walking around. Not a single person asked if i needed help or anything. Quite lame. Anyhow least it made for am interesting night. Trying to not freeze to death while changing your tire is something we should all experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-4824327647641964008?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4824327647641964008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=4824327647641964008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4824327647641964008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/4824327647641964008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/fw-early-xmas-present.html' title='Fw: An early xmas present.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-8631220325370619174</id><published>2006-12-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:55:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Warning... Potential loss of hearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/1600/803313/Speaker-746347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6278/3036/320/240781/Speaker-746347.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Warning... Potential loss of hearingCommunication isnt what it used to be. I feel like we have the ability to communicate with anyone anywhere at anytime, which is a huge plus. The problem that i see is that no one uses their mouths anymore. I admit to being guilty of this, but its true. How many messages have arrived too late or never at all because you sent an sms, email, or my space message instead of just calling?Times where people would traditionally talk are now being dominated by headphones. Look around any public transport or street and like everyone has their ears blocked.Maybe in the distant future talking will be a thing of the past. When we&amp;#39;re in a group of friends we will all just think our thoughts into some chat room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-8631220325370619174?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8631220325370619174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=8631220325370619174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8631220325370619174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/8631220325370619174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/fw-warning-potential-loss-of-hearing.html' title='Fw: Warning... Potential loss of hearing'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-7738750382336172637</id><published>2006-12-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:58:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FW: What i am thankful for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7256/284500540777944/1600/333206/images-752150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7256/284500540777944/320/695578/images-752150.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What i am thankful for.I dont think enough of us truely are thankful for anything on thanksgiving except for having the long break and the good food. While i fully enjoy these things i think that we should all do some reflection.1. I am thankful for my health and well being. I enjoy my god given abilities every day and could not do so w/o this.2. My friends and family. Basically those of you that take a few min out of your day to take am interest in my life and feelings. Your friendship and company are enough to keep anyone happy.3. My job and lifestyle. I am lucky enough to have a good stable job even tho its not in so cal its all good. I am also lucky (or unlucky to some) to have parents who want me in their home, which helps me have some money.4. Having sunny days almost every frickin day of the year.5. Other little things.&lt;br /&gt;The bus, my trusty phone, having home cooked meals, living in a free country, nfl football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-7738750382336172637?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7738750382336172637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=7738750382336172637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7738750382336172637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/7738750382336172637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='FW: What i am thankful for.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116364217564967307</id><published>2006-11-15T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:56:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="140" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/j_ass_exp-775649.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Origin of things...&lt;br /&gt;There are some things associated with me that not everyone knows, but not everyone knows how it became a part of me. I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;First we will start with a big one... The name 'sko'. This one goes way back to high school. This girl in orchestra class, who i found a little annoying at times started the name 'sko'. I actually did not like it at all and still am kind of am on the fence with it, but mostly only people i am cool with call me that so its cool and kind of neat at times.&lt;br /&gt;'give me the rock' lol... Honestly i really dont know where the f i got this, but i started saying in on my 21st bday for no reason at all, but it is like my signature move now. People ask if they are 'going to see the rock' as a measure of will i get drunk. As far as i know there was no record of this statement in my pre 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; aka 'the diamond'. Although many of you have been exposed to this throug me i can not and will not take credit for it. I stole it from the swim team i was on in college. I think i might be able to take credit for the giant flapping one tho...&lt;br /&gt;'man up' or manning it up. Whatev. Anyway i guess this is like my tribute to my good buddy hung. When he wanted to inspire good play in basketball he would tell us to 'man up'. This is a recent thing... I think also started when i was 'wrecked' (for you hoff wilson).&lt;br /&gt;I think those are some major things that may be associated with me. If there is anything else feel free to ask away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I know everyone wonders when/how i became such a bad ass... Thats just how i came out of the womb :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116364217564967307?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116364217564967307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116364217564967307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116364217564967307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116364217564967307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/11/origin-of-things.html' title='Origin of things...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116352354207350310</id><published>2006-11-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:59:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That kind of weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00005-742073.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;That kind of weekend...&lt;br /&gt;So alex came back from japan and i guess we decided to switch to japanese time. Fri night we hit up some shuffle board up north. Then followed up with some mario kart, card games, and plenty of ' manning up'. After 4am i returned home. I could have slept all day, but had an appointment to help pick out tuxs for sambers wedding. Looks like a am wearing the fruity-ist color 'perrywinkle', but it is a cool color so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;After that i took periodic naps through the day. Then rocked lodo that night. &lt;br /&gt;We rented a hotel room for the night and it was on. Almost $200 later we had accomplished a full night out. Highlights include- lots of dancing, visiting netto, seeing someone from middle school at the bar, and getting kicked out of a bar.&lt;br /&gt;But the night did not end. The russians and i kept the hotel rocking while the whiteys slept. We played some russian card game (that i still am not sure i completely understand)  while rippin on some leftover wine.&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with some russian drunken wrestleing (leaving alex bloody) and with one of the whiteys telling/yelling at us to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;All the fun culminated the next morning at checkout. Everyone looked pretty much how you might expect after such an epic night. Tired, hung over, and ready to rock out again, but not until the distant future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116352354207350310?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116352354207350310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116352354207350310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116352354207350310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116352354207350310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-kind-of-weekend.html' title='That kind of weekend...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116317579638096383</id><published>2006-11-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:23:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of days as i know them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The end of days as i know them...&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend marks the start of my social hibernation. In anticipation of this moment and with the coming of my good russian buddy, i would like to declare that it is time to man up! &lt;br /&gt;I have sunday off so saturday night will be when i store up enough adult fun, before i return to the world of hs girls :shiver:.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;In other news... I have no clue how i will swim with my new sched, but i must. State records hang in the balance! &lt;br /&gt;Random thought for today. What does it say about society if a fan who is taunting a player with racial remarks gets banned for a year, but a player with steroid use gets a 4 game suspension and a player who grabs another player and knees them in the groin gets absolutely no suspension!&lt;br /&gt;What is the fuck?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116317579638096383?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116317579638096383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116317579638096383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116317579638096383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116317579638096383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-days-as-i-know-them.html' title='The end of days as i know them...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116292374815532404</id><published>2006-11-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:22:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="176" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/Compressed%20Music-748155.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Mia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i took my laptop to work so i could get it set up. So i forgot my headphones. Which was fine... I dont always listen to them, but because of this i had my first random conversation on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently this dude is moving to japan for his wife and he has some interesting views to both countries. He was talking about people in the military being crazy. I mentioned that there are not too many other options for some people and if said he would rather have two jobs, one at mc donalds and one at taco bell before serving. Then he said if he still could not make ends meet he would also rather pick up a 3rd job cleaning toilets. Dizam.&lt;br /&gt;My new obsession = shuffle board. Yes i know it sounds pretty lame, but i get into it. I recall lots of high fives being handed out last night. Damn you simon for getting me on the table top curling goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116292374815532404?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116292374815532404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116292374815532404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116292374815532404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116292374815532404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/11/mia-yesterday.html' title='Mia yesterday.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116254069299333564</id><published>2006-11-03T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:58:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do it for the ___</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00226-792993.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I do it for the ___&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people wonder why i keep a pretty crazy schedule year round. With the workouts and coaching my life is filled with hours upon hours of rec center fun.&lt;br /&gt;3 days a week its the first thing i do in the morning. Soon it will also be the last thing i do at night 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;For most people working out is just something they do to feel young, look hot, build confidance, stay in shape. Some where along the way working out became a way of life for me. I cant get enough of it. I love to learn new things about the topic. Hell i get pretty crazy if i dont do it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because playing sports was not something my parents felt was important and i did not play organized sports. Maybe i am just a competitive freak. I cant quite figure why it is such a big part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Why i continue is because i love the feel of competition. I love proving what i am made of. Taking down someone who is bigger or stronger or smarter then you is an amazing feeling. Having the feeling that your body is giving 100% toward a single effort is what i strive to feel. Training so your muscles can be on fire from fatigue longer then you would like to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;My two fav parts of a meet. Warmup- everyone kind of has their own thing that they do to get ready. And they are all going about it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes to seconds before the race. When you know you should have taken a piss and you have that burning anticipation in the bottom of your stomach. Gotta get psyched... Gotta get psyched.&lt;br /&gt;On the coaching end. Perhaps it is to get a bit of that feeling of competition. But seeing someone meet a goal or succeed beyond what they thought they could is another unmatched feeling. Helping people to get to those highs through all the possible lows is a challenge, but also rewarding task.&lt;br /&gt;I always say i will do it till i stop having fun. And in the end i do it for the fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116254069299333564?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116254069299333564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116254069299333564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116254069299333564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116254069299333564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-do-it-for.html' title='I do it for the ___'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116231887896718460</id><published>2006-10-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:21:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'I'll have the usual'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="176" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/Turntables-778967.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;'I'll have the usual'&lt;br /&gt;Every morning i get an opportunity to see the same people on the same bus at the same time. Everyday i see the same people doing the exact same thing as the day before. This one girl stands in the same place faceing the same direction... And prob comes at the same time. I generally know if people are front or rear sitters, hell i wouldnt be surprised if they took the same seat. Basically most everyone in the planet falls into a stale routine.&lt;br /&gt;My routine in hue morning? I generally dont stand in the same place, but i usually end up walking around randomly. Then i observe. Observe people trying to- be cool, avoid eye contact, avoid staring at the hot girl. Whatev. Hmm... Based on what i do people prob think i am someone that belongs in the loony bin.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i wonder why we all get stuck in this rut. I understand getting to the bus on time, but the little things like sitting in the same seat or standing in the same place? Arent we the superior animal with a brain and the freedom of well ... Freedom! &lt;br /&gt;I think my routine revolves around the quote 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered'. I think i unconcintsly plan my life around blending into the walls. I mean think about it. I never stand in the same place, sit somewhere in the middle (not just on the bus), i wear lots of solid color clothes. I find that lots of people know me, but dont really know much about me. Girls see me, but dont recognize me. I am just the invisible man.&lt;br /&gt;The question is... Are we so blind to our daily routine that we cant change it? Or are we so uncomfortable with the unknown that we refuse to change it? &lt;br /&gt;I think people who break free from the cycle are often successful. Apple is all about out of the box thinking. Peter bronson (virgin guy) def knows how to spice it up. Even clutch athletes they dont fear the uncertainty, they dont want to take a normal shot or throw a normal pass. They crave more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day i will break my cycle. Maybe i wont. All that i can really say is that every day will bring a new opportunity to try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116231887896718460?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116231887896718460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116231887896718460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116231887896718460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116231887896718460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-have-usual_31.html' title='&apos;I&apos;ll have the usual&apos;'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116225862317761346</id><published>2006-10-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:37:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Cynical crowd! The CC rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00285-723177.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Join the Cynical crowd! The CC rocks!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason people seem to think that everyone should be beaten and jaded. They equate being naive as a bad thing, but i would like to take a stand for those who dont see the worst in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being cynical vs naive is like being wet... Where you are either wet or dry... You cant be halfway wet nor can you be wet and dry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I think that most gods (any that you may have) belive in the basic good in up humans and that it will eventually prevail. Else they could/would just wipe us out. Would you walk up to god and say 'dude you are sofa king naive. We played you like a harp with our humans are good act.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that being cynical leads to premature death and wrinkles. Ok, well maybe not wrinkles, but anyway. How much extra stress and work do you think it puts on a person to constantly evaluate how someone is about to screw them for all day long. If you are in a team sport and dont trust your peers your team will crumble. Why do you think so many teams are following the patriots and developing a team instead of a squad full of stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Remember you cant be sort of wet. So please re-evaluate the situation when you use naive as a negative attribute. Maybe i am just too naive to evaluate the situation :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116225862317761346?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116225862317761346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116225862317761346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116225862317761346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116225862317761346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/join-cynical-crowd-cc-rocks.html' title='Join the Cynical crowd! The CC rocks'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116183767101602663</id><published>2006-10-25T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:46:27.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about standards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/Love-771016.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Its all about standards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There seems to be this idea that i am super picky in my choice of women. I think this is largely a misconception formed by people based on word of mouth and based on my lack of regular play. I dont follow the Seinfeld theory that 95% of the population is un-dateable.  Anyway here is it straight up… no lies… no feelings spared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start with the superficial... Looks.&lt;br /&gt;Generally im more of the tall, thin, athletic type. You dont need to meet all, but if you are obese you prob will be turned away. And if you are a midget or freakish giant go hang with the smokers and obese people.  Call me a jerk, but i think there is an element of raw physical attraction in all relationships. Height is less of am issue, I am ok with slightly taller then me too, which is unique. General guideline I don’t want to see the wall behind you and I don’t want to look directly into your chest.&lt;br /&gt;Hair and eye color is a toss up. I dont really care...contrary to the belief that i only go for blonde/blue eyes. Skin tone/race-i think i try and be open, but generally am satisfied by the white meat. Yellow and brown next. I dont think i have ever liked a black, but i havent really known any.&lt;br /&gt;Personal style (fashion and makeup etc) less makeup is better. Dress it up when needed, but i dont need lots of it daily. Dress is pretty open. Anything that looks good is fine... Tho someone who is with the general trends is better (different from trendy, which is bad)&lt;br /&gt;"The assets" This is prob the least important part i think. Big boobies are nice now, but prob less nice when gravity takes its toll. Avg boobies are like an all season tire... alright all the time. Basically they should be bigger then what i got on my chest (not too hard to do). Butt and legs just need to look normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality is prob the most important.&lt;br /&gt;I like social people. I think i need that to balance out my occasionally shut in personality. Not partying every night, but go out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Humor is a must. I tell the worst jokes ever and do it often. If you can put a good 'burn' on me thats fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Attitude should be of normal disposition. Im pretty laid back i can handle almost any normal attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if having goals in life fits here, but i like ambition. Someone who wants to improve themselves and works toward that.&lt;br /&gt;I like intelligent women. Being smart is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Prefereable if she gets along with people i like. Friends are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not "needy".&lt;br /&gt;Be a modern woman - be strong, have a career, reach for the stars (and the check every once and a while :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habits. Kind of broad, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;Sports/working out adds like 10 bonus points. Its hot to me... Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;Personal grooming is important. Chean, shave, brush as needed.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is a no no.  Its disgusing and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking is ok.. just moderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long ass list, but i'll kinda sum it up. I'm pretty much flexible on almost all aspects, but the follwing 3 are firm.&lt;br /&gt;1.Physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;2.No smokers&lt;br /&gt;3.General compatibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;All in all I would say the only difference in my top 3 then the normal person might be the no smokers policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116183767101602663?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116183767101602663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116183767101602663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116183767101602663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116183767101602663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-all-about-standards.html' title='Its all about standards...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116170578581069989</id><published>2006-10-24T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:03:07.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'skinny' on trendy mens fashion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00201-785810.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The 'skinny' on trendy mens fashion.&lt;br /&gt;In todays society being fashionable (or reasonably so) is important. However there is a difference between 'fashionable' and just looking like an ass. &lt;br /&gt;Popping the collar is one fine example where fashion meets disaster. Other then the 5 hollywood stars that can actually pull that look off 99.9% of the other men who think they look hot/cool/fashionable, but in reality they just look dumb.&lt;br /&gt;The newest trend seems to mirror womens fashion. The skinny pants. Dont get me wrong... I can appreciate a fine pair of skinny pants when i see one, but like all good things someone always goes too far. Goth/punk style people have been skinnying it up for years, but the new fashion skinny is too much. I cant tell if men are wearing womens pants or what, but its too skinny! I dont know when it has looked good for a man to look as twigly as possible, those jeans make you look like a twig!&lt;br /&gt;I too own some 'skinny' jeans, but not skin tight skinny.&lt;br /&gt;I think i have maintained a level of fashionableness for a while now and dont honestly think i have subjected myself to ass or womanish status. Think before you dress yourself men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116170578581069989?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116170578581069989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116170578581069989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116170578581069989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116170578581069989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/skinny-on-trendy-mens-fashion.html' title='The &apos;skinny&apos; on trendy mens fashion.'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116161734382013647</id><published>2006-10-23T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:29:15.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.00119 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00290-743820.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;.00119 - .00095%&lt;br /&gt;The odds of winning minesweeper in one click. I completed the feat this last weekend winding down from my fri night.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a whole like science behind minesweeper. Which is pretty crazy. Check the wiki page for all the madness. &lt;br /&gt;So technically does this mean i am tied for the worlds fastest minesweeper record? I say yes. &lt;br /&gt;I am the GOAT! (Greatest of all time for those who arent hip)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116161734382013647?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116161734382013647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116161734382013647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116161734382013647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116161734382013647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/00119.html' title='.00119 '/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116130247606160860</id><published>2006-10-19T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:01:16.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When is old TOO old...</title><content type='html'>A somewhat stimulating conversation with my sister about the optimal age for marriage kind of got me thinking. At what age (if any)  should a person become past their prime. With all the good days behind and only the glory days to look fwd to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over history this "optimum" age has changed vastly. I'm sure back in the day before modern meds and sciences people reached their prime lets say at like 17-20. And the new thing now is that 50 is the new 40.. or is it 60's the new 50's... well whatever you will. Either way people are living longer and can now take longer to sort of play out their lives how they want to, or conversely people can toil in their missery for longer (depends on if you're a half full or half empty kinda person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statistic is that athletic males dont reach their athletic peak till their late 20's with peak muscle mass at around 30.  However they reach their sexual peak in their late teens! And after you pass 30 basically your body starts the long process of becoming a shell of its former glorious self in basically every way possible (you even get less deep sleep for christ sakes!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inverse side of things for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I although ladies mature much earlier then the men they hit their sexual peak much later in life. but their athletic peak earlier in life. Basically invers of men. Sexual peak around 30 and athletic peak in the late teens/early 20's. Which is kind of strange in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a woman I feel that its got to be kind of hard on a woman these days. With most women wanting to be career oriented its hard to work everything in before the good times of retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at how nature cycles it seems like late 20's is sort of natures optimal time to have children, but with people living so long it seems so early. With the lenghtened life cycle it seems like maybe sometime in the 30's could be a good time to start poppin out some clones of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current belief is that I can kind of "dink around" for a few more years till atleast 25. After that maybe I should start thinking towards the future. Once I hit 28 if there isn't much brewing i'll hafto start seeking some more drastic measures to assure that im getting where im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real conclusions here.. just kinda on a ramble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116130247606160860?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116130247606160860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116130247606160860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116130247606160860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116130247606160860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-is-old-too-old.html' title='When is old TOO old...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-116113508288831676</id><published>2006-10-17T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:31:23.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No parties, no fanfare, just a raise ple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00216-782888.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;No parties, no fanfare, just a raise please :)&lt;br /&gt;Today i celebrated a new milestone in my life. My one year anniversary of employment in the working world. &lt;br /&gt;I havent accomplished nearly as much as i wanted to this past year, but i cant complain either. &lt;br /&gt;So cheers my good man. You've done well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-116113508288831676?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/116113508288831676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=116113508288831676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116113508288831676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/116113508288831676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-parties-no-fanfare-just-raise-ple.html' title='No parties, no fanfare, just a raise ple'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115565028733097155</id><published>2006-08-15T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:58:08.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00212-787330.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Lost for words...&lt;br /&gt;People have created situations where social interactions are weird. Here are some that i like.&lt;br /&gt;The elevator... Which is worse? Standing in silence for 15 seconds or telling some dumb joke to ease the silence? It feels so worthless to even start a conversation when the end is coming in a few seconds?&lt;br /&gt;Next situation is seeing the same person in the hallway 15 times a day. It always starts with a friendly hello and usually a little small talk. Then it morphs into waves or nods of acknowledgement maybe a clever joke or two. Eventually you're as sick of seeing them as they are of you.&lt;br /&gt;My fav is still prob the strip club. What exactly do you say to a person who is gyrating on your junk? Do they prefer to converse? Im sure just like any job they get bored. Well i guess you are paying them so you can do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a small sample of these situations. Other favs i did not elaborate on... Getting hit on by a member of the same sex, having lunch with someone you hate, but they think you're good friends, what to say to a person after you just rear ended them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115565028733097155?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115565028733097155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115565028733097155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115565028733097155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115565028733097155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-for-words.html' title='Lost for words...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115556441876325647</id><published>2006-08-14T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:07:00.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For eons and eons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00259-718763.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For eons and eons...&lt;br /&gt;For billions of years different  creatures from similar humble beginings have formed. This is my theory on one such evolution. This is the story of the snake and the worm.&lt;br /&gt;So millions of years ago there were only worms (contrary to the teachings of the bible). All the worms went to worm slime school (same as modern day high school). And as with any large group, they formed social groups. The jocks, the brainiacs, the stoners, the hicks, and the average jo's. Since a worms life is so short it was impossible to make a clique jump... So they mostly mated within their respective group.&lt;br /&gt;After generations soon not all worms were created in the image of the worm god 'wormy'. The jocks became larger and stronger, eventually turning into snakes like barracudas and water snakes.&lt;br /&gt;The hicks turned into experts in the farm so became gardner snakes. &lt;br /&gt;The stoners genetically mutated into crazy snakes like cobras. &lt;br /&gt;Even the nerd worms evolved. They became the talking snakes popularized by the cartoon industry. F'in sellouts.&lt;br /&gt;You may now ask... If all the worms evolved then why are there still worms around? The unmentioned worms in the story were the pussy worms. They feared change, feared sticking out in the crowd, always at the party never brought the party.&lt;br /&gt;These sad worms became the modern day worms. &lt;br /&gt;There is no agenda or moral to the story. Just bored as hell on the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115556441876325647?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115556441876325647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115556441876325647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115556441876325647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115556441876325647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-eons-and-eons.html' title='For eons and eons...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115226368421468620</id><published>2006-07-07T03:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T03:14:44.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A pirates life for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00219-784214.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A pirates life for me...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i just got back from the pirates debut. I would say the pre show entertainment, people watching, costumes, and conversation was prob better then the movie. The movie was ok... Just didnt do it for me, but you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow gotta be up in like 2 hours. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115226368421468620?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115226368421468620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115226368421468620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115226368421468620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115226368421468620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-life-for-me.html' title='A pirates life for me...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115172195052357811</id><published>2006-06-30T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:45:51.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good karma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00175-750523.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Good karma?&lt;br /&gt;So i am not convinced of the theory of karma. In fact i think that many times people who do bad things end up ahead of other good people. However this week i ended up with some financial gains that made me think of karma. &lt;br /&gt;I bought some swimmers ice cream in the morning... No big deal. However i get to my parking lot and low and behold i find 5 bucks on the ground w/ no owner in sight. &lt;br /&gt;Today i get a check from when i posted bail for my friend. However they have a $10 fee they took off. Kind of sad about that. Like 1 hour later i find 20 bucks in my gym bag! &lt;br /&gt;Heres to doing the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115172195052357811?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115172195052357811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115172195052357811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115172195052357811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115172195052357811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-karma.html' title='Good karma?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115136185545064189</id><published>2006-06-26T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:44:15.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the middle of summer wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/1600/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/320/DSC00153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because its been so damn hot already this summer, but lately i cant help but think about winter and how i want to go snowboarding. Hell i'm not really even that good.. im just excited to get out there on the slopes and use my new gear... hop off little jumps like i know what im doing and carve down a slope knowing that if i so much as sneeze my mouth will be full of snow. (sad no pic of my deck, but there are my sweet bindings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im just crazy.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also looked into mouting tires + springs + shocks + camber kit + tires. It looks like it'll be like $1500 for a shop to do all that. :-o! Damn cars and them being so expencive. I guess i could save $400 and install springs + shocks + camber kit myself, but i dont know how i'll find like 8 hours to take apart my car and put it back together.. assuming all goes well... being my first time i see it taking many many hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115136185545064189?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115136185545064189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115136185545064189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115136185545064189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115136185545064189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-middle-of-summer-wtf.html' title='Its the middle of summer wtf?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115083924556415269</id><published>2006-06-20T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:34:16.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The little victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00215-745564.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The little victories&lt;br /&gt;You know. Its really pretty easy to get caught up in the day to day and to think ahead to the big goal. 5 year plans, yearly income, new years resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;Its a busy world and sometimes it is more satisfying to enjoy the little every day victories . &lt;br /&gt;Today i got a reminder of this. One of my 8 and under swimmers gave me the bead art thingy today. And its good to know that maybe i could do better things with my time, or maybe i stink at swim coaching, but perhaps i made a small positive difference on someone elses world.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what in the world that is? I've narrowed to down to boombox or goggles?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115083924556415269?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115083924556415269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115083924556415269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115083924556415269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115083924556415269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-victories.html' title='The little victories'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-115074715725057088</id><published>2006-06-19T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:15:39.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicap button? or lazy ass people button?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/1600/teddy_usb_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/320/teddy_usb_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you noticed the inordinate number of people who are handicap these days?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've noticed an incredible number of disabled children lately!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems to be independent of age too. It seems as early as they can start walking they start becoming handicap... wait... or are they being taught to be the laziest children on earth?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parents seem to be teaching their kids to use the handicap button to open doors. By teaching i don’t mean they just let them push the button... they actually give them verbal commands and cheerful acknowledgement for pushing the button!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time I go to the rec center I see parents pushing the lazy laid back &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; lifestyle on their kids. Generally here is how the situation works out.. Kids go to the rec run to the button and push it. When a few people arrive at the door at the same time a line forms while the door slowly opens. If someone is a little late no one ever holds the door. Once in the first door the line stalls once again as they push the other button to open the other door. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the way out of the building sometimes I see the same kids… they run from the vending machine, with some obviously nutritional meals in hands and push the button… repeat… repeat. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe im the only one who finds this whole situation absurd.&lt;/p&gt;  ... and btw. who the heck thought of that idea for a USB flash "aka thumb" drive. Yikes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-115074715725057088?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/115074715725057088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=115074715725057088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115074715725057088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/115074715725057088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/06/handicap-button-or-lazy-ass-people.html' title='Handicap button? or lazy ass people button?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-114940535663542375</id><published>2006-06-04T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:15:57.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And heros will fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="100" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/Late-756635.gif"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And heros will fall...&lt;br /&gt;Heros, we all have them. People who directly or indirectly influence the very path of our lives. People we strive to emulate in part. We all  have such figures in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;What happens if one of these heros should fall from the perch we put them on? Will you doubt the path you have embarked on? Will you question your own set of values and wonder if you have made the best selection for a model?&lt;br /&gt;Many people enjoy when heros fall... We put these events on center stage. Bonds and steroids, britney and the baby. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully your heros do not fall anytime soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-114940535663542375?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/114940535663542375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=114940535663542375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114940535663542375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114940535663542375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-heros-will-fall.html' title='And heros will fall...'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-114904961731084081</id><published>2006-05-30T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:27:02.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bye :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="250" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/goodbye-717310.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Bad bye :(&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry shows us that bonds are broken all the time. Through some external force all bonds can be broken. &lt;br /&gt;In the past week 2 of my best friends for the last, well shit, like 7 or 8 years have left. &lt;br /&gt;Sad to see them go. And tho i have other friends i cant help but feel kind of alone. With the departure of ric fox, lung, and KK i have lost a majority of the people who have shaped my life and helped pave my path through their support and friendship. &lt;br /&gt;I raise my glass alone. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers and may good things lay on the journey in front of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-114904961731084081?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/114904961731084081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=114904961731084081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114904961731084081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114904961731084081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-bye.html' title='Bad bye :('/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-114889202920463572</id><published>2006-05-29T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:40:29.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/1600/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/320/DSC00200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/1600/DSC00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/320/DSC00201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/1600/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/320/DSC00202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes... the time reads 2am, but i am not up because i am a nerd... i just passed out shortly after dinner and am now wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow on fri night t bone was house sitting so he threw down... P A R T Y? because its someone elses house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get your panties in a bundle tho... he def had permission.. shit the owners even provided a 6 pack to get things started haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow it was a pretty small gathering, but after some kings cup and some quarters it didnt matter that there were just a few of us. Dancing in the kitchen to 107.5 wearing kids hats and a big pair of hollywood glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new of the night... kings cup rule when you get to add one... add 'in your pants' after everything you say... laughs will ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i guess everyone cept me got a big drink on, cuz everyone seemed a lil hung over the next morning. F'in &lt;&gt;'s.... in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update the log twice a week or more. Kinda hard and even more nerdy now because now i actualy need to take time to write it.. not just fill up bus time. Traffic sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-114889202920463572?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/114889202920463572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=114889202920463572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114889202920463572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114889202920463572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-am.html' title='2 am?!?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-114856906554036292</id><published>2006-05-25T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:57:45.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while... How much choice do we really have?</title><content type='html'>No posts for a while because there has been no bus ride! because im working 12 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm complaining tho... cuz i love what i do... just wish there were like 5 more hours in a day so i could do things outside of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... quick update on the "I" experiment... it was pretty much a flop and a half. You start sounding like you're talking in third person or something... You stop using pronouns all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays random rant is. How much choice do we realy have... i mean really... Are we limited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid whos parents are like 5-5 and scrawny with a bunch of freckles and red hair... prob not going to be a male model in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a kid like me... Smart and scrawny kid who had an interest in computers. Is it any surprise that i ended up a data analyst? I'm more surprised that I didnt end up in a cubicle (thank the lord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more intreguing question to me is have i reached my peak athletically? Have i reached the limit to hw fast i can swim or how much i can lift.. etc. I'm pretty sure no, but is there a limit?&lt;br /&gt;I think thats one reason i keep swimming even now that I hafto pay for it... i always wonder.. can i be faster? Will i ever reach my limit? Cuz theoretically in athletics for the most part size/body build basically determines success/limits/positions tho some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was born could someone have told me I would likley be working in a cubicle and average at any sport I play? I guess its kind of like gataca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just hit a patch of sadness... cuz it appears i dont have a day off between both my jobs until august 5th..... yikes... wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-114856906554036292?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/114856906554036292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=114856906554036292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114856906554036292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114856906554036292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-while-how-much-choice-do-we.html' title='Been a while... How much choice do we really have?'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24877190.post-114796073304130062</id><published>2006-05-18T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:58:53.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate 'I' Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8077/2579/0/DSC00167-733041.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Ultimate 'I' Test&lt;br /&gt;Fact: People everywhere are pretty ego centric. There are so many words to talk about ones self that they fill a large part of their 10k word mind bank with these. People love to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Experiment: Using today as a control, I will try to monitor use of these 'i words'. Then next week will attempt to reduce use of the words completely. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;Will people notice?&lt;br /&gt;Will i stop talking completely?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to go a day without i words while holding lots of dialogue?&lt;br /&gt;Am i completely insane?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I count = 3...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24877190-114796073304130062?l=skoisanerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/feeds/114796073304130062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24877190&amp;postID=114796073304130062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114796073304130062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24877190/posts/default/114796073304130062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skoisanerd.blogspot.com/2006/05/ultimate-i-test.html' title='Ultimate &apos;I&apos; Test'/><author><name>Sko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009750532133353372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
