<?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-8435909</id><updated>2012-01-18T18:57:43.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I offended you yet?</title><subtitle type='html'>A series of random misc. observations of diverse topics.   Some meant to inform, some to entertain, some because I enjoy alcohol.  Posts are usually written in a modified stream of consciousness, with little to no editing. So if I don't catch it when I'm typing... it stays.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435909.post-2532737593608118345</id><published>2012-01-18T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:57:43.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the hissy fits</title><summary type='text'>I'll be honest, not because of some high moral standard, or desire to live a holier than though existence. But because it is more fun that way. For example. While dining in a restaurant, when the server asks you how things are... 99.99999% of the time you will just say "fine" and continue on with your meal and conversation. Even if the meal is not "fine". Of course there are people who will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/2532737593608118345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=2532737593608118345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2532737593608118345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2532737593608118345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2012/01/land-of-hissy-fits.html' title='Land of the hissy fits'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-7810103370252854540</id><published>2012-01-05T04:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:10:58.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: A year in review</title><summary type='text'>It may be a bit early to start looking back at the best parts of 2012, but I've decided that this year I would be a trendsetter. Of course the biggest news was the election. Last minute cliffhangers in the primaries, a couple scandals with voter registration efforts, Millions of dollars spent on advertising... and most of the people that voted couldn't tell the candidates platforms apart from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/7810103370252854540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=7810103370252854540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7810103370252854540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7810103370252854540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-year-in-review.html' title='2012: A year in review'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1006747132317951453</id><published>2011-12-09T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:10:51.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing scam</title><summary type='text'>Been looking for work recently and have run across three versions of the same scam. What amuses me is how poor of a job they do hiding the fact that they are in fact a scam. For your amusement, I'm reposting the latest one so you may laugh at these morons as well. This one was sent from a "Victor Wainwright" When you see how it's signed, you'll laugh even harder. Thanks for applying for the post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1006747132317951453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1006747132317951453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1006747132317951453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1006747132317951453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2011/12/amusing-scam.html' title='Amusing scam'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8891873182114765273</id><published>2011-11-21T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:18:33.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I remembered my password</title><summary type='text'>I lost the password for this site a while ago, then encountered a sort of e-purgatory where the mail containing my "password reset" kept getting lost along the way. Then I simply forgot about it. Now I'm back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8891873182114765273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8891873182114765273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8891873182114765273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8891873182114765273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-i-remembered-my-password.html' title='Wow, I remembered my password'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-7760836760338925828</id><published>2008-10-24T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:35:22.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very long time, no post</title><summary type='text'>esentially, I've been just using one online journal, and have been too damn lazy to learn the code to just tie them all together. Since my last post (In no particular order):My Grandfather passed awayI put a ring on My girlfriends fingerI movedI built a new computerI saw many moviesI started watching tv againI stopped watching TV again after Sarah Palins GOP Con speech made me physically illI met</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/7760836760338925828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=7760836760338925828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7760836760338925828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7760836760338925828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-long-time-no-post.html' title='Very long time, no post'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8546840075305524255</id><published>2008-02-15T02:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:20:14.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CTA is celebrating V-day</title><summary type='text'>It's true, on my way to work today I discovered that amorous attraction on this day is not limited to the bedroom, or even dingy hotel rooms. The first train that I was supposed to get on was driven by a guy. I know this because he came to soon and left in a hurry. The train I got on was truly a romantic since it was fucking slow. Then I got past these idle musings and started walking to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8546840075305524255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8546840075305524255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8546840075305524255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8546840075305524255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2008/02/cta-is-celebrating-v-day.html' title='CTA is celebrating V-day'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-4293603162761428356</id><published>2008-01-05T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:50:46.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>skipped a month</title><summary type='text'>and didn't realize it.One quick question.. Can we please, please, please get over this obsession with mentioning that Barack Obama is black in every news story mentioning him? Thank you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/4293603162761428356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=4293603162761428356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4293603162761428356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4293603162761428356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2008/01/skipped-month.html' title='skipped a month'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-4244188338182670550</id><published>2007-11-07T04:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:25:17.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow that was quick</title><summary type='text'>back to the safety of the familiar. and the topic: the WGA strike. For those of you who think that Unions are outdated and have no place in an intellectually based economy. Witness the current strike by the Writers Guild of America. the main issue is how writers are getting paid for their work. Some writers are paid one lump sum, and see nothing else, other writers see continued royalties on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/4244188338182670550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=4244188338182670550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4244188338182670550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4244188338182670550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-that-was-quick.html' title='Wow that was quick'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5266439677736847837</id><published>2007-11-05T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:32:07.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time- no post</title><summary type='text'>I've realized I've pretty much stopped updating this Blog, and am using only my myspace blog at the moment. But updates wil continue here once I grow bored there and turn back to the safety of the familiar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5266439677736847837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5266439677736847837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5266439677736847837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5266439677736847837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time- no post'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5419949277507977312</id><published>2007-09-28T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:01:37.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream job</title><summary type='text'>I have decided that I want to be an interior decorator for the blind. Just because the business card would be fun to hand out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5419949277507977312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5419949277507977312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5419949277507977312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5419949277507977312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/09/dream-job.html' title='dream job'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5864114012540615112</id><published>2007-09-06T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:20:08.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>people....</title><summary type='text'>I went to k-mart to buy razor blades... this lady in front of me, apparently in an effort to impress the idea of frugality and "Making sure no one is taking advantage of you" spent 5 minutes arguing with the clerk over whether the dress was on sale for 4 or 5 bucks... originally a $10 dress, one sign said 50%, one sign said 60% off...keep in mind... that was all she was buying, however she did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5864114012540615112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5864114012540615112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5864114012540615112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5864114012540615112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/09/people.html' title='people....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5493234782275212533</id><published>2007-08-15T04:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:43:12.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The advantage</title><summary type='text'>To being a lesbian with mismatched chromosomes is that you save a bundle on Strap ons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5493234782275212533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5493234782275212533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5493234782275212533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5493234782275212533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/08/advantage_15.html' title='The advantage'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-9056213218619104324</id><published>2007-08-15T04:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:26:50.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The advantage</title><summary type='text'>To being a lesbian with mismatched chromosomes is that you save a bundle on Stop ons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/9056213218619104324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=9056213218619104324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/9056213218619104324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/9056213218619104324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/08/advantage.html' title='The advantage'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6050608336844109354</id><published>2007-08-14T02:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T02:07:46.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A banner year</title><summary type='text'>It may be wrong of me to be happy in the face of other peoples pain, suffering, or change of vocation. But earlier this year, Falwell passed away. His oversized hate filled corpse adding valuable nutrients so that grass, flowers, and other beautiful things may grow. Unless he was creamated. Then he's just a bunch of useless dust with slightly less sentience than he showed throughout his life. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6050608336844109354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6050608336844109354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6050608336844109354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6050608336844109354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/08/banner-year.html' title='A banner year'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-705212422160484947</id><published>2007-08-08T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:18:50.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track (maybe)</title><summary type='text'>So my vehicles have been a major pain in my ass for the past year... Some examples of things that have happened:The state of Illinois didn't send me the new title for my old car. Last year the brakes went on it as I was driving home for my brothers graduation. I replaced the brakes, got home safe, drove for another month, then the Cooling system went. Replaced that, but not soon enough to prevent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/705212422160484947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=705212422160484947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/705212422160484947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/705212422160484947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-on-track-maybe.html' title='back on track (maybe)'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-3736579408345795835</id><published>2007-08-08T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:10:30.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I admit it.. I've been bad at the whole writing thing. Hell, it's not like anybody reads this on a regular basis anyway. Basicall i'vce ben writing non-offensive non-fiction for the past few weeks... ok, the last week. The rest of the time has been lazy. I'm not moving as fast as I'd like to with the project. i'm about 3 days behind at the moment, although I have 2/3rds of the book planned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/3736579408345795835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=3736579408345795835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3736579408345795835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3736579408345795835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-4747758598033572902</id><published>2007-07-12T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:17:20.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><summary type='text'>An open note to Michel Bay:Thank you for not raping my childhood. -Kris</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/4747758598033572902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=4747758598033572902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4747758598033572902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4747758598033572902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-4639630109285594356</id><published>2007-06-05T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:29:24.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><summary type='text'>I met Jesse Jackson. Wow, what an asshole. Since taking my current position: I've dealt with Angry people, people who were upset with their service, people who would never be happy with any level of service. But until I met the reverend, I have never been treated as though I was not a human being.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/4639630109285594356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=4639630109285594356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4639630109285594356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4639630109285594356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-3459513660728950662</id><published>2007-06-03T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:57:30.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuse</title><summary type='text'>Just haven't seen much lately to cause me to type.Except:While walking around the other day I noticed a sign that gave me pause and caused me to Seriously doubt the ability of the human race to ever rise above its history of petty jealousy, war, and general stupidity. I was walking by a park which featured a large bronze sculpture of children playing. Which is a good thing, especially in cities </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/3459513660728950662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=3459513660728950662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3459513660728950662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3459513660728950662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-excuse.html' title='No excuse'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1294862178466888421</id><published>2007-05-19T00:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:45:41.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothign to do Nowhere to go</title><summary type='text'>So I'm typing instead. Actually I'm debating what I might want for a late dinner. I was running late for work tonight and the cash bar I was cashiering ended right as the employee cafeteria closed. I'm not sure if I want Diner or Mexican. I know it will be one of the two, but I'm not sure which. ah well, in all probability I will walk down the street and decide when I see if anybody is in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1294862178466888421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1294862178466888421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1294862178466888421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1294862178466888421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothign-to-do-nowhere-to-go.html' title='Nothign to do Nowhere to go'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6894765142060052539</id><published>2007-05-13T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:20:49.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun time</title><summary type='text'>SO I managed to snag a free pass to an anime convention this weekend. Only had a couplehours to go before work, and so only toured the vendors, but it was fun.Picked up some t-shirts, snapped some pics of the cosplayers, and generally enjoyed myself. I met the voice of GIR, and snagged an autograph to the delight of his wife, and one of the guys that did voice work on Pokemon and Yu Gi Oh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6894765142060052539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6894765142060052539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6894765142060052539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6894765142060052539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-time.html' title='Fun time'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-34838466031742746</id><published>2007-05-09T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:28:21.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally got to see spidey 3</title><summary type='text'>I liked it... It's rare that an action movie makes you want the action sequences to stop so that you can see more of the characters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/34838466031742746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=34838466031742746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/34838466031742746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/34838466031742746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-got-to-see-spidey-3.html' title='finally got to see spidey 3'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8493457873783130747</id><published>2007-04-28T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:23:41.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This amused me</title><summary type='text'>So while discussing Rascism etc. with one of my co-workers (Who is a latino immigrant) today he was trying to make an obvious point about how stupid rascism is. (He was right, i definately don't disagree with him on that score). "I mean It's like if I say: 'all white people are asshole, except you, that's still stupid eh?""No, but you're right.. white people are assholes, some moreso than others.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8493457873783130747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8493457873783130747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8493457873783130747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8493457873783130747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-amused-me.html' title='This amused me'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1415939874858686443</id><published>2007-04-15T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T07:52:14.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>learn English or die asshole!</title><summary type='text'>No, It's not another redneck decrying the apparent laziness of immigrants. (Although how any fat white guy sitting in a recliner can call a guy that's too busy working his tail off for substandard wages to take night classes he can't afford: "lazy" is beyond me.) If you are an immigrant, or even a tourist, just learn these three basic phrases and I'm happy:"Pardon me, I don't speak English can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1415939874858686443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1415939874858686443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1415939874858686443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1415939874858686443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/04/learn-english-or-die-asshole.html' title='learn English or die asshole!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6504582333154688459</id><published>2007-04-02T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:43:59.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember:</title><summary type='text'>When you wake up in the morning and your breath is not exactly fresh... It's because millions of bacteria just took a shit in your cavities.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6504582333154688459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6504582333154688459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6504582333154688459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6504582333154688459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember.html' title='Remember:'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-7110024908017790962</id><published>2007-03-19T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:51:58.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an Idea</title><summary type='text'>So I was walking today and as usual my mind was doing it's normal wandering: "I wonder if Falwell would tell the virgin mother not to breast feed the Christ child so it wouldn't be exposed to a naked womans breast, thus giving his perfect form an impure thought later in life?""What would I say in my first press conference if I were president?""how exactly does that lcd display work, I know how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/7110024908017790962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=7110024908017790962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7110024908017790962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7110024908017790962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/03/idea.html' title='an Idea'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8121366615855533901</id><published>2007-03-14T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:23:53.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><summary type='text'>Normally slate does a decent job with it's stories and punctures the spin of the people trying to pull the wool over our eyes so we don't get upset at how much we're getting screwed. Normally. http://www.slate.com/id/2161309/fr/flyout (Hopefully this will take you to the story)Quick summary: The poor have less money, but more leisure time than the poor of a generation ago, while the rich have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8121366615855533901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8121366615855533901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8121366615855533901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8121366615855533901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-532482112319901255</id><published>2007-03-11T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:03:29.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I noticed...</title><summary type='text'>That every time I begin to have some faith in humanity, and see a glimmer of hope for industrialized western civilization: It is ruined. Usually by somebody doing the electric slide.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/532482112319901255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=532482112319901255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/532482112319901255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/532482112319901255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-noticed.html' title='I noticed...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-3696179098221399356</id><published>2007-03-07T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:35:04.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The war against poverty.</title><summary type='text'>Over the past few years we have seen the Government of this country seek to solve problems by exaserbating them. Compare teh number of Americans killed in Terrorist attacks before 9-11-01 with the number killed since 9-12-01. Yet we are fighting a war on terrorism. Over the past 30 years the quality of life for those at the bottom of the socio-economic spectrum has at best stagnated. However it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/3696179098221399356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=3696179098221399356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3696179098221399356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3696179098221399356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/03/war-against-poverty.html' title='The war against poverty.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-4046506020182357509</id><published>2007-03-01T02:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:23:21.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost february</title><summary type='text'>Almost the entire month, It went from "Superbowl" to "Try to ignor the fact that it's Valentines day and Serwah is in NYC" to "Shit Rent's due" before I even had to time to realize it's black history month. Fortunately I don't watch TV so I missed McDonalds trying to cash in with their annual "insert MLK into our current slogan" campaign.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/4046506020182357509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=4046506020182357509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4046506020182357509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/4046506020182357509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-lost-february.html' title='I lost february'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6917059448061953130</id><published>2007-02-04T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:12:57.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally,</title><summary type='text'>Carlos Mencia did something that was funny. The First Bud light ad he was in during the superbowl. My favorite ads: The Fed Ex Moon officeThe Male car washKFC's Plain text adThe snickers kiss The bud Light Slap. (Although I think it would have been funnier if they had just left it at the first slap)The ones I Disliked:If it dealt with medicineThe old guy drinks coke and gets a tatooThe one finger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6917059448061953130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6917059448061953130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6917059448061953130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6917059448061953130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally.html' title='Finally,'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-398261305221206812</id><published>2007-01-21T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:52:55.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we work?</title><summary type='text'>In the past people worked for food, clothing and shelter, now those things are affordable with a 20 hour a week minimum wage job. Not particularly good food. You won't be eating steak and lobster, and after scrimping and saving for a few weeks you could easily afford a tent and enough blankets to make it through the coldest of evenings if you have someone to cuddle and canoodle with. So what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/398261305221206812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=398261305221206812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/398261305221206812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/398261305221206812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-we-work.html' title='Why do we work?'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6183945113629996814</id><published>2007-01-16T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:56:15.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin</title><summary type='text'>So I have for some reason started thinking about different points in history and how I would have spun them if I was in a position to do so. Here are some of the thoughts:In order to better serve its African-American customer base, Deep South diner now offers a convenient rear entrance, away from the dangerous "Main Street". We are also offering a completely self contained Afro-centric dining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6183945113629996814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6183945113629996814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6183945113629996814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6183945113629996814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/01/spin.html' title='Spin'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1258697131979475211</id><published>2007-01-12T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:46:22.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><summary type='text'>1) When you click on the "remember me" button when you sign into a site, shouldn't it rememebr you. Especially if it makes you type in an e-mail address instead of say, a normal username?2) I REALLY hate the post office. Once again they have lost my security deposit check from my old landlord. So now, not only is my rent late, I have to wait for her to re-mail it, and pay the cancelled check fees</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1258697131979475211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1258697131979475211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1258697131979475211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1258697131979475211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-things.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-2694667416879487946</id><published>2007-01-04T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:45:52.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking offense</title><summary type='text'>How often have we been fed lines about how America is losing its moral compass and our moral integrity is being lost. But they never mention what the comparison is. Is it the 1930's when we let millions starve at home and didn't bat an eye at the the genocide being committed in Europe?Maybe the 1940's when we were fighting the Nazis, but stil discriminating against people at home.Ok, the 50's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/2694667416879487946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=2694667416879487946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2694667416879487946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2694667416879487946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-offense.html' title='Taking offense'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1254359991634214281</id><published>2006-12-24T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:18:01.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><summary type='text'>Well, President Bush finally admitted it. We're not winning the war in Iraq. Which seems really really unlikely considering our military prowess and the economic advantages we have. So I started thikning of the war like a chess game. On our side, an extremely rich and powerful king, with pawns replaced by Queens and Knights. (our airforce and smart bombs) The other side has no Queen, the king is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1254359991634214281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1254359991634214281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1254359991634214281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1254359991634214281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/12/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8732415767549786515</id><published>2006-12-21T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:03:33.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><summary type='text'>The apparent reason I was denied the job is because my consumer credit rating is too low. Here are the negatives against my rating for the past 7 years:My student loans are in default (After 4 years of trying to get my payments down to asomething I might be able to afford, and 4 years of the loan company refusing to lower them to something reasonable for my income level. The last offer they gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8732415767549786515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8732415767549786515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8732415767549786515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8732415767549786515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/12/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-749893318996217568</id><published>2006-12-14T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:33:57.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you and your problems</title><summary type='text'>Fuck it.. Why bother, give up. I was just denied a job because I'm poor. That's right, because I'm poor. Since graduating from college 4 1/2 years ago I have made about 50k. Less than poverty level, Losing job after job due to either a lack of work or my supervisors desire to show how much he was in charge. The only contribution I have made to my being unemployed is committing myself to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/749893318996217568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=749893318996217568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/749893318996217568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/749893318996217568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/12/fuck-you-and-your-problems.html' title='Fuck you and your problems'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-1690739743369233426</id><published>2006-12-12T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:55:04.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking around</title><summary type='text'>This was written as a response to an editorial in the Chicago Tribune. You don’t need to have read the article to understand this, as they didn’t present any new arguments, just the same ones the republican party has been using since Reaganomics was a buzzword, not a nostalgia trip.I hung my head when I read the recent editorial on the idea of raising the minimum wage. Although many of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/1690739743369233426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=1690739743369233426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1690739743369233426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/1690739743369233426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/12/kicking-around.html' title='Kicking around'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-2592010184592521001</id><published>2006-11-30T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:47:17.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life update</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, I've been trying to figure life out..I now have 3 jobs. In two weeks I went from 0 work, to three jobs. Which shouldn't prove to be too much of a problem balancing them, but I'm going to barely get enough hours between them to live on. The upside is the last one I got will at least allow me to use my degree. I'm an in character tour guide for the Museum of science and industry here in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/2592010184592521001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=2592010184592521001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2592010184592521001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2592010184592521001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-update.html' title='Life update'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-27064834251248976</id><published>2006-11-23T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:47:15.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Well, this is it, another time for reflection on all the things we're thankful for.Some of us are thankful for new houses, good jobs, good health, or a new wii or ps3.I'm thakn ful I have.. um.. wait.. shit.. I got it, I'm thankful I'm not dead yet, and I had the money to restore teh service from my isp after my roomie didn't pay the bill...  Because that's all I got going for me at the moment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/27064834251248976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=27064834251248976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/27064834251248976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/27064834251248976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-6432535858831022517</id><published>2006-11-20T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:11:01.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth out</title><summary type='text'>I had a tooth removed today, I'ts been bugging me for a while, but without dental benefits I souldn't afford to have the root canal and cap that it needed, and instead waited until I was in agony to have it pulled. I have discovered two things:1) I am limited to a diet of cold liquids and ice cream for 24 hours. But no matter what flavor I buy it will taste like blood. 2) Putting that gauze in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/6432535858831022517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=6432535858831022517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6432535858831022517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/6432535858831022517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/tooth-out.html' title='Tooth out'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-2859386880314871175</id><published>2006-11-13T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:08:04.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly reminder</title><summary type='text'>When you are out in the world and come across somebody who doesn't share your religious beliefs. That's just Satans way of tempting you to act like an asshole. So resist the temptation, and shut the fuck up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/2859386880314871175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=2859386880314871175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2859386880314871175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2859386880314871175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/friendly-reminder.html' title='Friendly reminder'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-8997097824771050353</id><published>2006-11-11T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:23:50.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>consistancy</title><summary type='text'>Just a thought... How is it that a group of people who claim there is no evidence of evolution, and that it is therefore an invalid theory turn around and profess their belief in an omnipotent omnipresent god?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/8997097824771050353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=8997097824771050353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8997097824771050353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/8997097824771050353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/consistancy_11.html' title='consistancy'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-9047947946639094799</id><published>2006-11-09T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:59:05.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>upside/ downside</title><summary type='text'>So it looks like the democrats have a majority in congress. Not much, but enough to be able to call it a majority. Although since there are a couple of third party/ independants in office as well, It might be more accurate to say that they have a majority in one house, and republicans merely have a minority in the other. Good.Well, not good!!!, or Great!!! And definately not "FUCKING AWESOME!!!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/9047947946639094799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=9047947946639094799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/9047947946639094799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/9047947946639094799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/upside-downside.html' title='upside/ downside'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-7460801584527836148</id><published>2006-11-08T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:12:56.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation</title><summary type='text'>K. says:oh, I have been doing really late night walks too.. you know what I discovered? At 3 am.. there are no bums S* says:whatK. says:Which just shows a lack of dedicationS* says:where do they gololK. says:I mean, what, you're only going to beg for change during rush hour? You freaking wussyIf you're determined enough to beg for money, let me see you out there at 4:30 in the morning.. then I'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/7460801584527836148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=7460801584527836148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7460801584527836148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7460801584527836148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/conversation.html' title='A conversation'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-3907366368679305042</id><published>2006-11-02T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:44:43.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to give up</title><summary type='text'>I give up.. If people aren't going to treat each other with respect, dignity, and try to at least get along. I'm no longer going to try and help them. Just give me an uzi and get out of my way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/3907366368679305042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=3907366368679305042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3907366368679305042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/3907366368679305042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/11/ready-to-give-up.html' title='ready to give up'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5808533592323917489</id><published>2006-10-27T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:21:03.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in trouble...</title><summary type='text'>... when a bum gives you a quarter... when the "service engine soon" light turns on, and you're riding a bike... when you're 10 seconds from orgasm and you hear footsteps on the stairs... The doctor leaves the room to call his broker... you finish stringing your guitar, set it down, and hear a distinctive "twang"... Your car smells like old spice, and your Boyfriend is allergic to all perfumes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5808533592323917489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5808533592323917489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5808533592323917489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5808533592323917489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-youre-in-trouble.html' title='You know you&apos;re in trouble...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-7406466261319994349</id><published>2006-10-24T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:37:42.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme secularism</title><summary type='text'>It's a term I just heard. Fairly obviously it came from a religious conservative, and got me wondering what exactly that meant. Obviously a secular extremist would be the opposite of a religious extremist. I started thinking about what this would mean and came up with the following items:Religious extremists like to picket outside of concert venues, theaters and funerals. Secular exremists must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/7406466261319994349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=7406466261319994349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7406466261319994349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/7406466261319994349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/extreme-secularism.html' title='Extreme secularism'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5565842898536971987</id><published>2006-10-18T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:33:28.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, yeah, better...</title><summary type='text'>So after checking my e-mail and Signing out I come across an article about how people feel they are worse off than their parents. The general thrust was that we're better off financially. However their arguments were fairly misleading. Considering that the source of the article I was reading was a magazine catering to the wealthy and wanna-be wealthy, this is understandable. (Forbes)Here is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5565842898536971987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5565842898536971987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5565842898536971987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5565842898536971987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-yeah-better.html' title='Um, yeah, better...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-2920815817609724487</id><published>2006-10-14T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:05:15.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile and nod</title><summary type='text'>That's all we need to do, just keep smiling and nodding. Yes Mr. President things are going well, yes mr. President the people love you. High level officials in serious suits telling the president waht her wants to hear. An auditorium full of cheering people, shouting for a constitutional amendment so he can run again.All occurring in an Ivory tower, far from the people as the rest of us try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/2920815817609724487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=2920815817609724487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2920815817609724487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/2920815817609724487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/smile-and-nod.html' title='Smile and nod'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-5617493680512986813</id><published>2006-10-10T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:57:07.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be depressed.. be horny...</title><summary type='text'>it makes the day go faster</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/5617493680512986813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=5617493680512986813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5617493680512986813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/5617493680512986813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-be-depressed-be-horny.html' title='Don&apos;t be depressed.. be horny...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-116042762688242268</id><published>2006-10-09T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:00:26.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>I have become convinced that the reason I am unemployed is that I value competance, and that just doesn't fit in with the overall business/ employer philosophy of the moment. For example, I have recieved 1 out of 7-8 pieces of mail that I know were sdent to me in the past month by the unemployment people. 1 out of 7-8. With stats like that they would be sent back down to the minors if they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/116042762688242268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=116042762688242268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/116042762688242268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/116042762688242268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-many-thoughts.html' title='Too many thoughts.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115956255676486173</id><published>2006-09-29T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:42:36.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to</title><summary type='text'>This is a response to yesterdays post at www.aberranttemplar.blogspot.com I never bothered to learn how to link and such, so I guess you're stuck with cut and paste. there are a few different idea in here.. in a sort of shorthanded way...Well.. a few years too late, but apparently reality is catching up to reporters. I find it odd that a former president is paraphrasing Minor Threat's "In My Eyes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115956255676486173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115956255676486173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115956255676486173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115956255676486173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/09/response-to.html' title='Response to'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115923937232396496</id><published>2006-09-25T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:56:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I know a lot of parents are worried aout their childrens education in math and science. Stop worrying our teachers ahve established a curriculum so advanded a student with only an 8th grad education now has the technical knowledge and skills to create crystal Meth. in their kitchen with the barest minimum of tools.So stop worrying...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115923937232396496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115923937232396496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115923937232396496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115923937232396496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/09/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115914767039929900</id><published>2006-09-24T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:27:50.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotta get in the habit of doing these again....</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I'm in a city now.Sitting on my front stoop the other day talking on my phone I had a drunk guy try to sell me pot. When I said I didn't like pot, he tried to sell me E. When i said I was broke, he tried to sell me crack. THAT is customer service... Delivery to the door, a product for every price range. Why don't big corporations understand this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115914767039929900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115914767039929900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115914767039929900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115914767039929900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-gotta-get-in-habit-of-doing-these.html' title='I&apos;ve gotta get in the habit of doing these again....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115829183524553496</id><published>2006-09-14T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:43:55.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it</title><summary type='text'>Mostly moved into my new Apt. Job interview tomorrow, need to work on stuff tonight, doing a short post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115829183524553496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115829183524553496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115829183524553496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115829183524553496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/09/made-it.html' title='Made it'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115799603734865763</id><published>2006-09-11T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:33:57.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe.. finally??!!??!!</title><summary type='text'>I have not been able to move in yet. After I got my car back the last time.. the engine decided it wanted a rest. Permanently. So rather than toss more money after what we've already spent, my family decided to buy  a POS Saturn that was for sale across the street, pop some new tires on it and try again. So I now need to go get the new tires, an oil change, and a stereo before I head out. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115799603734865763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115799603734865763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115799603734865763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115799603734865763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-finally.html' title='maybe.. finally??!!??!!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115636089374148702</id><published>2006-08-23T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:21:33.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><summary type='text'>Haven't posted since I moved out of my old apartment.. moving into the new one on Monday. So here's what I've been up to:Saw snakes on a plane. Still not sure if it was a good movie, or a bad movie. I just know that I smiled all the way home after I saw it because it was fucking great.Painted one of my brothers bedrooms and built 12" wooden valences for the windows. Bright mint green with black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115636089374148702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115636089374148702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115636089374148702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115636089374148702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115513305660325685</id><published>2006-08-09T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:17:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out the door</title><summary type='text'>I got ahold of my landlord, I'm getting paid, I'm leaving. I just haven't decided if I should stop outside of the city and wipe the dust from my shoes. Part of me wants to because I like the idea of never coming back here again, but part of me wants to come back in a few years and.. no. no part of me wants to come back here. Ever. Onward!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115513305660325685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115513305660325685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115513305660325685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115513305660325685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-door.html' title='Out the door'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115501749320877021</id><published>2006-08-08T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:11:33.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing people, greeting time.</title><summary type='text'>Leads on apartments up to this point have proven useless. I am collecting a list of places to visit later this week, but have had my hopes shattered too many times to get too excited about any of them. Even the one with the jacuzzi, or the one with the female (potential)roommates. Granted female roommates with a jacuzzi.. then my hopes would be up like a sailor in a whorehouse. So I will have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115501749320877021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115501749320877021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115501749320877021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115501749320877021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/08/killing-people-greeting-time.html' title='Killing people, greeting time.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115465580700704290</id><published>2006-08-03T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:43:27.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EDS</title><summary type='text'>The apocalypse is neigh! Times fortold in the book of revelations, translated a new by a former tibetan monk hopped up on steroids has certified that the world will end at on September 22nd at 6:37 pm GMT. GO out and spend all of your money now!!! If you are happy to be told of this impending doom please donate to this poster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115465580700704290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115465580700704290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115465580700704290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115465580700704290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/08/eds.html' title='EDS'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115453871100007009</id><published>2006-08-02T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:31:22.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on immigration/ terrorism...</title><summary type='text'>Imagine if we required all business who sell their products in the United States to follow our federal minimum wage, safety and environmental regulations. The countries that we see most as an economic threat would have their citizens income increased, their pollution levels drop, and their citizens health and well being improve dramatically. Which would move them from threat to potential partner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115453871100007009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115453871100007009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115453871100007009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115453871100007009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-on-immigration-terrorism.html' title='Thoughts on immigration/ terrorism...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115430670703157935</id><published>2006-07-30T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:45:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>One of the guys from N'Sync finally came out of the closet. Good job Lance... all I can hope for is that the closet was where you kept the microphone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115430670703157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115430670703157935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115430670703157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115430670703157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115422624279437019</id><published>2006-07-29T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:24:02.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera</title><summary type='text'>I ordered a camera online at the beginning of the week (because it was on sale) and got it today. Which is cause enough for happiness. However it is not the camera I originally ordered. I got upgraded a little bit (more memory, better zoom) as they were out of the one I wanted. To make it up to me (besides the upgrade) They also decided to include a cd with my order. Now, normally if I get a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115422624279437019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115422624279437019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115422624279437019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115422624279437019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-camera.html' title='New camera'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115405320347519703</id><published>2006-07-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:20:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder! Rape! Parking!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to interview with a potential roommate to see if we would get along and stuff. Which is fine, I made the 4 hour trip out there, and he corrected my mapquest directions as those would have taken me an extra 1-2 hours to get there. So i get close, I'm cruising around, checking out the neighborhood, Call him again to get more specific directions, get there and start looking for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115405320347519703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115405320347519703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115405320347519703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115405320347519703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/murder-rape-parking.html' title='Murder! Rape! Parking!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115389355401537249</id><published>2006-07-26T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:59:14.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macomb: proof Darwin was wrong.</title><summary type='text'>I'm spoiled, I admit it. I didn't realize what a bastion of civilization I lived in while i was in NY. I have learned that the things I thought were normal and Standard operating procedure are in fact luxuries.For example:If you advertise a specific product line, and are listed as a dealer on the companies website, I have been led to believe that you actually carried the product line.If a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115389355401537249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115389355401537249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115389355401537249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115389355401537249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/macomb-proof-darwin-was-wrong.html' title='Macomb: proof Darwin was wrong.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115372177186321255</id><published>2006-07-24T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:16:11.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New one</title><summary type='text'>Out of all of the offers to extend my penis, increase my bust, make it harder, firmer, more supple, let me lose weight with no effort, sell me knockoff rolexes, reunite me with the people I didn't like in high school, and refinance my non-existant mortgage I finally got a piece of spam worth sharing.Discount rolodex. Which if it's a typo is pretty funny in and of itself. But if it isn't. Does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115372177186321255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115372177186321255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115372177186321255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115372177186321255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-one.html' title='New one'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115357825145762449</id><published>2006-07-22T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:24:11.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Response I got to an "Apartment wanted" posting</title><summary type='text'>Hello , I am writing just to confirm if you still have the room or an apartment for rent..............If YES Please I will like to have answers to the following questions below: 1) I will like to have the description of the room, size, and the equipments in there. 2) I will like to have the rent fee per month plus the utilities. 3) Also I will like to know if there is any garage or parking space </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115357825145762449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115357825145762449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115357825145762449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115357825145762449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/response-i-got-to-apartment-wanted.html' title='Response I got to an &quot;Apartment wanted&quot; posting'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115350555968013531</id><published>2006-07-21T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:12:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><summary type='text'>Waiting to hear beack from my landlord about paint colors, waiting for it to stop raining so I can paint, waiting to hear from new prospective landlord about if I got the apt. Really nice looking place fully furnished , close to the water, only 8 miles from second city. Most I've been looking at are 12-24 miles so classes won't be too hard to get to if I end up not having a car. I need the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115350555968013531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115350555968013531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115350555968013531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115350555968013531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115306249316507680</id><published>2006-07-16T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:08:13.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><summary type='text'>It's official, I am a targeted marketing demographic. Even though I really don't have any disposable income, ads are being targeted at me. They replaced the bunny with a pop star.. I couldn't help it. I had to shoot her. I know, I was weak, and I've got to work to get back my "disaffected by media" status, but damnit it was fun.. Now i just want to setup one of those little shooting galleries at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115306249316507680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115306249316507680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115306249316507680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115306249316507680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115288749262709146</id><published>2006-07-14T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:31:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with the stupidnatural.</title><summary type='text'>While conversing with the denizens of the underworld yesterday I asked them what was their greatest accomplishment. Their answer: Computerized calling systems.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115288749262709146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115288749262709146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115288749262709146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115288749262709146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/dealing-with-stupidnatural.html' title='Dealing with the stupidnatural.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115274322273707514</id><published>2006-07-12T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:02:33.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><summary type='text'>No Cable for Kris. Because oif being out of state I haven't recieved my last cable bill. It's getting shut off tomorrow because the lady at the office wouldn't work with me to get payment when I could pay it. Because of their inflexibility they lost a customer. Because of this, I get to feel self righteous and morally superior for not paying my bill on time. Woo hoo... it's not like anything else</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115274322273707514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115274322273707514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115274322273707514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115274322273707514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115265568899372237</id><published>2006-07-11T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:08:09.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post</title><summary type='text'>No good news. Sick of complaining. Go read a book.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115265568899372237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115265568899372237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115265568899372237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115265568899372237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/post.html' title='post'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115177618509962070</id><published>2006-07-01T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:49:45.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From bad to worse</title><summary type='text'>What? I can't hear you.. Speak up. Goddamn it, What do you want. All things I have been saying a lot recently as, on top of the rest of the fun times I've had being back here in N.Y., I have an ear infection. That's right, the bane of 8 year olds everywhere. So I have no money, am 1000 miles away from my own bed, and it feels like I've been tied down and someone is force feeding my left ear a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115177618509962070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115177618509962070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115177618509962070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115177618509962070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-bad-to-worse.html' title='From bad to worse'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115160847131570691</id><published>2006-06-29T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:14:31.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Removing the fuzzy</title><summary type='text'>One of the saying from my college days for when something went wrong that has stuck with me is "I'm a little fuzzy on the good/ bad thing here.. but I'm going to go with bad". So I am here to establish the good/bad status of my recent past.GF Not making it upstate to see me: BadCar not having brakes: BadG-mas cooking: GoodLittle brother having a cute girlfriend that makes him happy: GoodThe beer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115160847131570691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115160847131570691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115160847131570691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115160847131570691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/removing-fuzzy.html' title='Removing the fuzzy'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115085409186227035</id><published>2006-06-20T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:41:31.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is my car</title><summary type='text'>Yesterdays drive home was eventful. I left home for the friendly face of the ATm so I could empty it and begin the trek to NY.Unfortunately, because I had paid all of Junes bill and had yet to recieve june's first unemployment check I had 11.05 in my account. So I did what all true Amreican males do when there is a problem. I called g-ma. With her super cape a fluttering she leapt into action </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115085409186227035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115085409186227035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115085409186227035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115085409186227035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-is-my-car.html' title='Hell is my car'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115070760343172973</id><published>2006-06-19T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:00:03.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bed</title><summary type='text'>Beds are good. I should be there now. I'm not sure when Ill be able to update again since I'm hoping I have enough money in my checking account to go home tomorrow. Damn high fuel costs. Although it is still cheaper to drive than take public transit. Oh, and I saw a story today about the bigwigs at oil companies defending their profits by saying that many european countries have much higher gas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115070760343172973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115070760343172973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115070760343172973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115070760343172973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/bed.html' title='bed'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115058153490438798</id><published>2006-06-17T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:58:54.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff n stuff</title><summary type='text'>I've started packing up my stuff. Even though I don't know where I'm going to live when I get to Chicago. I figure if I get all packed up beforehand I'll have less work to do when the time comes. So far I've just packed my books and cd's, along with some of the random stuff I've accumulated over the years. I know it doesn't sound like I've packed much, but all that's really laft to pack is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115058153490438798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115058153490438798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115058153490438798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115058153490438798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuff-n-stuff.html' title='stuff n stuff'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115051825546687802</id><published>2006-06-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:24:15.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote from me to you</title><summary type='text'>Women are easy to understand.. if they're laughing.. you did something stupid. If they're crying you did something stupid, if they're bored.. it's time to do something stupid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115051825546687802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115051825546687802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115051825546687802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115051825546687802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote-from-me-to-you.html' title='quote from me to you'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115042573067535626</id><published>2006-06-15T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:44:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having hot flashes</title><summary type='text'>For some reason my crappy little cinderblock walled apartment seems to be really warm all of a sudden. Last year at this time I had all of the vents closed, and was still freezing, this year I'm broiling. Damn Mano pause.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115042573067535626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115042573067535626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115042573067535626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115042573067535626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-having-hot-flashes.html' title='I&apos;m having hot flashes'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115031484343269194</id><published>2006-06-14T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:43:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred, Loathing, Puppies!!!</title><summary type='text'>I know I have a tendency to discuss things that are bothering me, and spend very little time on the things that actually inspire me to get up in the morning. Number one is Urination. There is no sensation on the planet as exquisite as pissing. If you don't believe me, don't do it for a day, then you'll understand. It is truly one of the few experiences that is universal to all human beings, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115031484343269194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115031484343269194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115031484343269194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115031484343269194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/hatred-loathing-puppies.html' title='Hatred, Loathing, Puppies!!!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115025761613829893</id><published>2006-06-13T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:00:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on me</title><summary type='text'>I just finished painting the first of two houses for my landlord. My apartment no longer smells of mildewy carpet and poo.I'm going to be in NY longer than I thought because I forgot about the 4th of July holiday cancelling a class.I need to start looking for an apartment in Chicago. If anybody knows of a cheap one, let me know. My cell phone company is messing with my mind. I don't get charged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115025761613829893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115025761613829893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115025761613829893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115025761613829893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/update-on-me.html' title='Update on me'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115017564135560879</id><published>2006-06-12T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:14:04.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn 1 Jesus 0</title><summary type='text'>I am really enjoying my improv class. In part because the people in the class are beginning to loosen up around each other and we're not self censoring as much. There's still some self censorship going on, but it's decreasing. But today we were doing a "break in the routine" scene. (Basically the characters know each other, but something is missing from their normal routine, which becomes very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115017564135560879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115017564135560879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115017564135560879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115017564135560879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/porn-1-jesus-0.html' title='Porn 1 Jesus 0'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-115000719444814217</id><published>2006-06-11T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:26:34.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ruined</title><summary type='text'>Comedy has been ruined for me. I have been overexposed. I no longer ever titter at somebody getting hit in the balls by a smal child.If I see one more "porn star audition" skit, I'm gonna hurl.I no longer think "hurl" is a funny euphamism for vomiting. I have realized that a "showing people your penis" joke just isn't funny if the audience never sees the penis.My favorite comedy writer is now G.W</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/115000719444814217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=115000719444814217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115000719444814217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/115000719444814217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-ruined.html' title='I&apos;m ruined'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114998334666838915</id><published>2006-06-10T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:49:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last day reading web comics because of a moment of boredom while online. All thanks to my friend Jason. Whom I have come to view as a sort of pop culture filter, allowing him to witness the vast debacle that is reality and allowing only the glowing beauty to pass into my life. Or I'm just too lazy and not interested enough to go out and hunt this stuff down on my own. Your call.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114998334666838915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114998334666838915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114998334666838915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114998334666838915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114989427029427854</id><published>2006-06-09T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:04:30.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free verse/ prose piece I forgot i had written.</title><summary type='text'>I don’t understand it. A memory in my mind, intangible as the wisp of smoke from the end of a crumbling cigarette.The transient state of existance as next becomes last and only now seems to last. An eternal second stretching impossibly with the weight of its own importance. The vibration of life is imperceptable as each peak and trough cannot end, an entropic reality fighting against common sense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114989427029427854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114989427029427854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114989427029427854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114989427029427854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/free-verse-prose-piece-i-forgot-i-had.html' title='Free verse/ prose piece I forgot i had written.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114987037798113388</id><published>2006-06-09T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:26:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and place for everything.</title><summary type='text'>It has been said "There is never an appropriate time to objecify another human being". This is bullshit. There are many times when it is perfectly acceptable to objectify someone. Like when your friend hooks you up with one of their "other half"'s friends on a blind date. You get to the restaurant that has been selected for you. They walk in.. POW!! your dream date, killer outfit and accessories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114987037798113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114987037798113388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114987037798113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114987037798113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-and-place-for-everything_09.html' title='Time and place for everything.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114980864027198090</id><published>2006-06-08T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:17:20.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Marraiges</title><summary type='text'>Once again the red herring of Gay Marriage has been raised to radicalize, unify and mobilize the conservative base. Just in time for the election season to really get underway. Unfortunately this debate is a necessary part of our countries evolution toward a free society based on equality and mutual respect. Let me clarify, when I say respect, I am not referring to the "Yes sir, of course sir, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114980864027198090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114980864027198090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114980864027198090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114980864027198090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-marraiges.html' title='Happy Marraiges'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114969139940645021</id><published>2006-06-07T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:43:19.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6/6/06</title><summary type='text'>A day of evil, and I slept, read and checked my e-mail. I must be getting old. I should have been out laughing at the people who think the world is ending.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114969139940645021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114969139940645021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114969139940645021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114969139940645021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/6606.html' title='6/6/06'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114960350316663068</id><published>2006-06-06T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:18:23.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a question</title><summary type='text'>Why do people want their government to make moral choices for them?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114960350316663068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114960350316663068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114960350316663068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114960350316663068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-question_06.html' title='Just a question'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114945158142265932</id><published>2006-06-04T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:06:21.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For better or whatever</title><summary type='text'>So lately I've been thinking a lot about weddings. the money spent, the gathering of families, the honeymoon, reception, Secular or religious ceremony, Which church, Can I afford a ring? Rice or bird seed? Should we take it out of the bag first? Who pays for the garters? Can we do a weeding without flowers? Is there a way I can trick her into buying the ring instead? What would Jesus do?That was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114945158142265932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114945158142265932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114945158142265932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114945158142265932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-better-or-whatever.html' title='For better or whatever'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114933880856790245</id><published>2006-06-03T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:46:48.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><summary type='text'>I have no clue where I'm moving, but I've started packing anyway. Just tthe stuff I don't need everyday, like books and what little of Serwahs stuff I have here. But I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel that is my stay in Macomb Il. Now all that's left is to find an apartment in Chicago I can afford, so far the closest I've come is 500+ Electric. Which might leave me enough for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114933880856790245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114933880856790245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114933880856790245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114933880856790245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114928883061477583</id><published>2006-06-02T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:53:50.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feels soooo good.</title><summary type='text'>I started painting one of my landlords other houses today. I got about 2/3 of the way done minus windows. I had originaly planned on taking three days to paint this particular house, but I might be done tomorrow if it goes as well as today did. But I will say it definately felt good to put in an honest days work instead of spending the day driving around selling stuff. My apartment still smells </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114928883061477583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114928883061477583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114928883061477583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114928883061477583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/feels-soooo-good_02.html' title='feels soooo good.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114919771298906309</id><published>2006-06-01T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:35:13.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn The Cast Iron Cootch</title><summary type='text'>At first I thought the rug in my apartment would be ok.. I rented a carpet cleaner to suck out all of the water, leaving it only mildly damp.. which is as good as you can get without hitting the whole carpet with a hair dryer. So I let it fully dry out which in theory should have ended the problem. But yesterday it started to smell, so I shampooed the carpet, which made sense to me. Carpet smells</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114919771298906309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114919771298906309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114919771298906309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114919771298906309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-cast-iron-cootch.html' title='Damn The Cast Iron Cootch'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114905592157641579</id><published>2006-05-31T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:12:01.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment hearing</title><summary type='text'>Over the past few years I have become (unfortunately) too familiar with the workings of New York's Unemployment Insurance Program. Know I'm learning about Illinois'. Yesterday morning at 9am I had a Telephone hearing. What this means, is that I was fired, filed for unemployment, the company I worked for requested a hearing to try and prove that I was ineligible for unemployment. I recieved a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114905592157641579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114905592157641579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114905592157641579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114905592157641579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/05/unemployment-hearing.html' title='Unemployment hearing'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114896960503704721</id><published>2006-05-30T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:13:25.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the Joys of renting</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you learn things you don't want to know about people you barely know. For example, I don't know any movie stars.. But I do  know that if hugh Grant can't use his English charm to get a BJ, he'll use American cash. I don't know Michael Jackson, but I know he has distinctive markings on his Weiner. I don't know the girl living upstairs from me, but I do know she has a cast iron cootchie. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114896960503704721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114896960503704721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114896960503704721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114896960503704721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/05/ah-joys-of-renting.html' title='Ah, the Joys of renting'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114895113763418554</id><published>2006-05-29T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:05:37.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daamnit</title><summary type='text'>I did it, I admit it. I bought some huge ass shorrts because my big ass shorts don't fit anymore, and I need something to wear over the summer. Especially as my Car has no AC.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114895113763418554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114895113763418554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114895113763418554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114895113763418554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/05/daamnit.html' title='daamnit'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114887515675876899</id><published>2006-05-28T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:59:16.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes little reminders</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes people leave this world when you aren't expecting it. Other times their obituaries are given more coverage than their careers. Such is the case with Desmond Dekker. At least in this country. As with every musician whose work I enjoy and cherish, his passing is a reminder to delve into the history of the genres I love and to listen more avidly. I've seen every sitcom joke.. but there are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114887515675876899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114887515675876899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114887515675876899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114887515675876899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/05/lifes-little-reminders.html' title='Lifes little reminders'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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-8435909.post-114863700245118085</id><published>2006-05-26T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:50:02.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fat</title><summary type='text'>I did the math earlier today about how many hours I would need to bicycle in order to lose the weight I've put on over the past year an a half. The answer is: about 300. Depending on the difficulty of where I bike. Granted my bike is in my Mom's barn In NY and I'm in IL... But that's not the point. It would take me a month of 10 hours days just biking to lose this weight. How the hell did I eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/feeds/114863700245118085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435909&amp;postID=114863700245118085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114863700245118085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435909/posts/default/114863700245118085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istole.blogspot.com/2006/05/too-fat.html' title='Too fat'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592607329856430472</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>
