<?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-5705771</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:40.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King of nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>"Woof"  -Old dog proverb</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-116884489676657950</id><published>2007-01-15T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:15:50.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116884489676657950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116884489676657950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116884489676657950' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-116859038175501503</id><published>2007-01-12T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T03:51:22.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not getting back into it, just need this photo for something else...experimental.  Check my myspace, if it isn't on there too, I have failed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116859038175501503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116859038175501503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116859038175501503' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-116717570999326122</id><published>2006-12-26T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:29:46.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to give the King a rest.  Or rather, time to stop pretending that I am updating this blog.  It will still be here so you can relive your favorite moments.  For the time being I am starting a new blog of a different sort.  Give it a peek if you care to here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116717570999326122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/116717570999326122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116717570999326122' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115863937685565521</id><published>2006-09-18T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:16:16.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greedo shoots neverThis week I finally purchased and now own the original Star Wars trilogy in its original form on DVD.  No cheesy cartoon characters, Han shoots first (actually, Han shoots, Greedo just dies), Luke doesn't scream as he plummits from cloud city, and our heroes celebrate to a festive ewok jam while Hayden Christiansen remains unborn.  To honor this momentous occasion, Lucasfilm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115863937685565521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115863937685565521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115863937685565521' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115587795056455424</id><published>2006-08-18T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:12:30.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snakes on the brainThere you go, yet another "snakes on a (ryhmes with plane)."  But this one is mine.  As you may or may not be aware, I have been eagerly anticipating the release of Snakes on a Plane for the past several months.  But tonight I had had it with the waiting.  I had to be among the first civilian crowd to see this awesome movie event.  Having seen it, I must say that it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115587795056455424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115587795056455424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115587795056455424' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115569165242588715</id><published>2006-08-15T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:27:32.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midget on midget actionSome times in our lives we have the opportunity to witness something so wrong, so unholy, so depraved, that perhaps we will never see the world in the same light again.  Sometimes this event involves midgets.  Sometimes it involves professional wrestling.  Sometimes, when we are very lucky, it involves both.  After all, how can you look at your mother, or grandfather, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115569165242588715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115569165242588715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115569165242588715' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115285276540012263</id><published>2006-07-14T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:55:09.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrecked my car...Or at least I thought I did.  As some of you may know, I drove up to Chicago on Wednesday to generate some business.  You know, the old hustle.  Anyhow, those of you who live in Indy will probably remember that on Wednesday the skies openned up and rain fell from the heavens, and I am sure that if it kept up for 40 days and 40 nights it would have been a second flood.  I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115285276540012263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115285276540012263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115285276540012263' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115234168361492383</id><published>2006-07-08T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:54:43.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate wallpaperPeople, honestly, stop using wallpaper to decorate your homes.  I mean come on.  What are the benefits of gluing long strips of paper to your home?  I suppose that if you found a really great patern it might look nice.  For a while.  Inevitably, however, it will start to bubble up and peel around the edges in the humidity and just look generally awful.  And that is if it looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115234168361492383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115234168361492383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115234168361492383' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115190688330933576</id><published>2006-07-03T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:08:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One week strongAs of midnight tonight, I have successfully gone one full week with out smoking or drinking.  Without drinking alcohol, that is.  I mean if I could go a week without drinking anything, that would be amazing...or deadly.  Regardless, I have gone a week and I must say, it isn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I mean I am not going to give up drinking permanently or anything, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115190688330933576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115190688330933576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115190688330933576' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115174087020534849</id><published>2006-07-01T03:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T04:01:10.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paintball? More like painballI have just survived my first ever attempt at playing paintball.  For those of you who are not familiar with the game, it is essentially a legal way to shoot your friends in an urban combat setting.  Tonight was my companies end of quarter shoot out.  In many ways it made me recall my high school days spent playing laser tag.  The only difference really between the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115174087020534849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115174087020534849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115174087020534849' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115147440972944404</id><published>2006-06-28T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T02:00:09.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's like micro-lent, and I am not even CatholicI have now decided to undertake something that I haven't done since probably before college.  I am going to attempt to go nearly two full weeks without smoking a cigarette or drinking a drop of alcohol.  Consider it an experiment in personal health.  I realized yesterday on my way home from the gym that I if I were to not drink or smoke I would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115147440972944404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115147440972944404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115147440972944404' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115086496507161769</id><published>2006-06-21T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:42:45.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicotine AddictionAs you might have guessed from an entry named "Nicotine Addiction"  this entry is about my despised addiction to that wonderful...uh...is nicotine and upper or a downer?  Regardless, I went to see A Prarie Home Companion tonight with my mom and grandma (all three of us long time Garrison Keillor fans) and then had dinner afterwards.  Now, a whole movie and a meal is a long time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115086496507161769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115086496507161769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115086496507161769' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-115075745871519382</id><published>2006-06-19T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:50:58.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog Up Alright, I was just looking through my blog entries here, and wow were they bad.  I think it is time I stepped it up in the blog department.  I used to be much better at this.  So let me try my hand at this old game with a quick story.  You know to shake off the rust.Well, on Saturday night, a bunch of us (you know who you are) went out to the Rock Lobster.  Pretty standard stuff.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115075745871519382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/115075745871519382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115075745871519382' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-114925726960768990</id><published>2006-06-02T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:07:49.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For my first post in nearly three months...An internet quiz result!!!!  Cockfruit will have to wait.You Are IcemanYou tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possibleA bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powersPowers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisibleWhich of the X-Men Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/114925726960768990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/114925726960768990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114925726960768990' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-114223201440304364</id><published>2006-03-13T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:05:01.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DizzyYou know those adds for some insurance company?  "Life comes at you fast" is the slogan.  Well, I can tell you, I know exactly how that feels.  It seems to me that not a day goes by where I don't get some new curveball thrown at me.  Its not just the unexpected stuff either.  A lot of these things are things that happen to me everyday and just tend to wear me down.  I mean, my needs, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/114223201440304364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/114223201440304364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114223201440304364' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-113813878601827650</id><published>2006-01-24T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:39:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rapid changeI seem to have acquired a sort of blog writers block.  I have never really had this before.  I hope it is not because my life has become hopelessly mundane.  Truly, I work all day, workout after and then scramble to get the rest of everything done after that.  But now I have a new job (start tomorrow), and I am hoping that it will remodivate me towards my daily observation of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113813878601827650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113813878601827650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113813878601827650' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-113114213477458603</id><published>2005-11-04T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:08:54.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zoom zoom zoomWell, time for a post.  I am not sure why, but driving, on the interstate, in rush hour causes me to fly into blind rage.  People are just naturally bad at driving.  There's tailgating, and cutting off, and doing that thing where you get right up on someones ass before going around them even though you had plenty of room.  Just the other day I was nearly sandwiched to death by two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113114213477458603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113114213477458603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113114213477458603' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-113053439160467341</id><published>2005-10-28T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:19:51.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween risingWell, it is nearly Halloween.  That magical time of year when people are finalizing their costumes and getting ready for some righteous parties.  Me?  My costume is done.  Most of you probably already know what it is.  For those of you who do not, just wait.  You'll see.  Anyhow, I won 2nd place in the office costume contest.  I don't imagine it would do nearly as well in the big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113053439160467341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/113053439160467341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113053439160467341' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-112880797322544541</id><published>2005-10-08T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:49:28.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess who's back...Well, hello dear readers.  It has been a long long time.  Indeed, the longest hiatus in the history of "King of nothing".  But hey, I did keep in touch with a certain temporary blog whose title I am sure I don't have to tell you (er...On becoming a robot).  But now I am back, baby.  The return of the king, as it was fortold in the previous entry (which nobody commented on in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/112880797322544541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/112880797322544541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112880797322544541' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-109226530250438372</id><published>2004-08-11T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:53:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUPRISE!! Happy one year of getting to read the written manifestation of my thoughts!Well, it has been a long time coming, one year to be precise, but here it is, the first anniversery of my blog. Who can forget such great articles as "The tale of the Wal-mart nap." Remember that one when I quit best buy and I remembered all of my favorite best buy blog moments. You don't? Hmm. I would include </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/109226530250438372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/109226530250438372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109226530250438372' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-109183430361152714</id><published>2004-08-06T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:18:23.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What?! no pizza?Well, hello dear reader, it has been a long time.  Don't worry you haven't missed much.  It really seems like I start a lot of my entries like that anymore.  Then again, Bisys is no where near the treasure trove of material that Best Buy was.  Alas, gone are the days of ninja's battling russians, and annoying customers.  I cannot cry for those days though, oh no, I cannot, for I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/109183430361152714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/109183430361152714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109183430361152714' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108984513784279912</id><published>2004-07-14T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:47:12.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NPR and meWell, I have taken a big step out of character in the last few weeks.  Thats right, I have been working.  Whether as a glorified (not really) home ec teacher, or an "account rep", I have been working for the man for going on 3 weeks now.  The title "account rep" is really just bullshit.  I mean, a title like that implies that I am working on accounts and dealing with people, thus "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108984513784279912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108984513784279912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108984513784279912' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108788605860329899</id><published>2004-06-22T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T02:08:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funniest of the web, june 2004Well, it has been a long time in the making, but it is finally here.  My list of the funniest things that I could find online in the last month.  Originally, I had thought that composing this list would be easier than the last one, as the last list was literally thrown together in about 3 hours.  "With a whole month," I had thought, "I could come up with something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108788605860329899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108788605860329899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788605860329899' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108683025541518989</id><published>2004-06-09T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:17:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He works hard for the money, two days a weekWell, hello again, dear readers. Once again it has been some time since I last posted.  A lot has changed since my last post, most notably I am now going to Japan...which I am sure that you all know as I can't seem to shut up about it.  Consequently, this means that I have to save a couple thousand bucks by September.  Consequently consequently, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108683025541518989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108683025541518989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683025541518989' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108526201367834375</id><published>2004-05-22T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T16:40:13.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another week passesWell, not much is going on right now.  At least not that much that would provide fun stories to tell (translation: I haven't been getting drunk enough to do stupid things).  Nevertheless, I haven't posted for a while so I figured what the hell, why not just get on here and blab away for a while.  I did go to Victory Field to watch the Indians play for the first time since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108526201367834375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108526201367834375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108526201367834375' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108417394494582916</id><published>2004-05-10T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T03:52:37.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 funniest may 2004Well, as I was trying to think of something to blog about tonight, I came across a fairly unoriginal idea that I thought might be fun.  Rather than tell some story from my life, I would surf around for awhile on the web and come up with what I found to be the 5 funniest sites and provide links to them.  Now before you get excited about seeing the best that the web has to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108417394494582916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108417394494582916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417394494582916' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108390882370491115</id><published>2004-05-07T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:55:59.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The tale of the wal-mart napWell, I was going to wait another day or so to update, you know, make it an even month, but due to overwhelming public demand (Kate) I have decided to step up to the plate early.  So lets get a quick update on the last month:1. Still unemployed.2. My cousin Mandy is now married.3. I got a haircut.4. I finally saw kill bill.5. I now somehow really like the song </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108390882370491115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108390882370491115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390882370491115' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108141020441992592</id><published>2004-04-08T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T02:49:25.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope I'm turning JapaneseWell, hello again dear reader, it has been a long time since I have posted.  Not like a Yoosuk long time or anything, but still, I hope that absence has made the heart grow fonder, or however the saying goes.  Anyhow, not much has changed since last I posted, saving that I may or may not, pending an interview in chicago, be going to Japan in a few months to teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108141020441992592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108141020441992592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108141020441992592' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-108050822509038099</id><published>2004-03-28T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:12:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mike's magical mid-west mystery tourWell, with all of the vacation opportunities that have appeared then either fallen through, changed drastically, or became fiscally or temporally impossible, I decided to take a spring break of my own.  The trip took me around the state of Indiana, and some of Illinois.  Starting Tuesday in Bloomington and ending Friday in Champaign, I travelled long and hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108050822509038099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/108050822509038099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050822509038099' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107973447781492563</id><published>2004-03-19T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:17:03.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The internet be a harsh mistressWell, this week has gone by suprisingly quickly.  The reason I say this, and the reason it has been so long since my last post is that the internet has not been working at my house.  Life with out the internet.  It makes me feel like some sort of pioneer out west, or an explorer hacking and slashing through a strange and savage jungle.  My very window to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107973447781492563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107973447781492563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973447781492563' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107884130065670870</id><published>2004-03-09T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:13:53.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the marketWell, the battle that began so long ago continues.  Thats about all there is to say about that; still unemployed, still looking.  I could go into the details but that would be really boring.  "I woke up, looked for some jobs, didn't find one, drank some beer, and went to sleep."  Thats pretty much it, a typical day.  Factor some video games and movies in there somewhere, and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107884130065670870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107884130065670870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884130065670870' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107783525313790107</id><published>2004-02-26T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:42:56.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The evangelist haircutWell, thanks to my desire to get a new job, I met with a head hunter today.  She was very helpful and I must say I learned a lot.  This is not my topic though.  No, the haircut I received early in the day was much more interesting.  In an attempt to make myself look professional, I hopped in the ole' Dodge and headed up to Great Clips.  Little did I know that I would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107783525313790107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107783525313790107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783525313790107' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107757668797362001</id><published>2004-02-23T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:59:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end of a (short) eraWell, my time at Best Buy grows short.  We had some laughs, Best Buy and I.  The customers.  The meetings.  The clapping.  No, I am not going to miss it.  It was a crappy job.  I was going to talk about the clumsy hibachi chef that we had last night, that kept dropping things and spilled my coke, but I think that instead I will have this be a sort of highlight reel of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107757668797362001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107757668797362001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757668797362001' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107730539908022976</id><published>2004-02-20T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:32:17.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The gloves are offHey Best Buy, I quit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107730539908022976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107730539908022976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730539908022976' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107724268520158838</id><published>2004-02-19T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:07:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog for blog's sakeWell, nothing is really going on.  I am sitting around home, pondering how the last 5 months have slipped through my fingers, and applying for jobs.  Its official, I will not be attending law school in the fall, and it is for lack of trying.  I crunched some numbers and unless Mario Andretti was to go pick up my transcript and then hand deliver all of my applications, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107724268520158838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107724268520158838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724268520158838' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107653597576137434</id><published>2004-02-11T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:48:03.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When it rains it poursWell, shit.  This hasn't exactly been my week.  When I woke up Sunday morning, I didn't realize what I was getting myself into.  As regular readers already know, I skipped the meeting on Sunday to get more sleep.  This, I was afraid/hopeful would lose me my job.  It didn't, in fact it really hasn't come up much.  The main reason for this is, I believe, because while I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107653597576137434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107653597576137434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653597576137434' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107631159672065793</id><published>2004-02-09T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T02:28:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All's well that ends wellWell, I am now looking back on what turned out to be four days off from work.  My hopes for these four days were very, perhaps unreasonably high, and looking back on it, I didn't really get done any of the major themes that I had intended.  Its not that I wasted my time or anything, quite the contrary, I was busy most of the time.  I looked for jobs, acquired funds for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107631159672065793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107631159672065793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631159672065793' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107592994330296790</id><published>2004-02-04T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:30:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The time has come againWell, I am on the brink of three days off from work, and it occurs to me that I am approaching another brink.  I am referring to the year to come.  I have three major options:  1) Go to law school.  This is the most ideal of the three options, as when I finally emerge from it I will actually have a marketable job skill, that and I will get to be in college for three more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107592994330296790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107592994330296790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592994330296790' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107516459578443307</id><published>2004-01-26T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T02:24:47.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But first, the newsWell, just for kicks, I am going to do this blog entry headline style...take from it what you will:Derrick Delima sighted in Broadripple; readers wonder "who is Derrick Delima?"High school nemisis Stephanie Jackson married and has a child; new last name unknown. (apparently she is a graphic designer now.  Pah!  For those of you who don't know, she is the one who would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107516459578443307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107516459578443307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516459578443307' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107458591123421022</id><published>2004-01-20T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T03:13:30.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shift from the seventh circle of hellWell, for those of you who don't know, the seventh circle of hell is a frozen lake (at least if that Dante character is to be trusted).  Saturday was indeed a cold frozen lake of a day.  I awoke with an uber-hangover, and the knowledge that I was going to have to go to work for the next 8 hours.  I nearly quit my job to avoid this horror, but in the end </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107458591123421022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107458591123421022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458591123421022' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107421354832986140</id><published>2004-01-15T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T19:44:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter Sets InWell, Christmas is over, and so is New Years.  Yes, thats right, the longest, crappiest part of the year is upon us.  All around town you can see this affecting peoples behavior.  Today at work a woman was just super unfriendly with me, although I imagine that her problem lay deeper than that time of year.  She came and found me, already pissed at me, apparently she had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107421354832986140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107421354832986140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421354832986140' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107275989950154167</id><published>2003-12-29T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:33:41.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange DaysWell, I was sick this week for the first time in probably 6 years.  This malady sadly prevented me from going out on Friday.  Saturday, however, as though by sheer force of will, I managed to build up the strength to get out to the bars.  The evening began on a fairly slow note, hanging out at the Mine Shaft with Jae, my friend JO from Hanover, and his friends.  We were taking in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107275989950154167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107275989950154167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275989950154167' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107221059450316698</id><published>2003-12-23T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:17:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Inches CloserWell, it would seem that the closer that we get to the big day, the more strange people wander into best buy.  I realize that not many people will be reading this, as winter/Christmas break is in full effect.  Thus, I will keep it nice and short as a special thank you to those dedicated few who sit through dial-up to get here.  The first person was truly one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107221059450316698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107221059450316698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221059450316698' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107178617734157117</id><published>2003-12-18T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:43:35.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Giant, The Old Guy, and The RecluseWell, despite my reawakening from the Best Buy propaganda machine, I still have to work there.  Today was a banner day at work for strange clientel.  As the title of this entry suggests the first of these strange shoppers was litterally a giant.  He was seven feet tall easily.  It was actually rather frightening to see him look at laptops, towering over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107178617734157117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107178617734157117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178617734157117' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107161648728387288</id><published>2003-12-16T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T18:25:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like something from a dreamWell, last night was an evening of excess.  My good friend Ray and I, in anticipation of the release of The Return of the King, decided to watch both The Fellowship of the Ring, and The Two Towers in their entirety.  This is a daunting feat in and of itself, but factor in that the versions that we watched were the extended editions, and you have a marathon of movies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107161648728387288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107161648728387288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107161648728387288' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107125906050391322</id><published>2003-12-12T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T14:58:28.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Dinner EVERWell, I finally got to eat at one of those fancy downtown steakhouses.  The name of the joint was Mortons, and I salivate at the thought of it.  Wednesday was my moms birthday, I was going to take her out to dinner, but my Aunt Sherry beat me to the punch, and I must say, thank God.  Granted Bravo would have been good, but it wouldn't have been the best dinner EVER.   The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107125906050391322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107125906050391322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107125906050391322' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107099972430247836</id><published>2003-12-09T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:56:09.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double CPU Hates You!Well, the work week continues.  People come into Best Buy, and leave with computers.  Sunrise, sunset, blah blah blah.  On an interesting note today, I ran into someone I went to school with (hanover) today.  I am not sure what his real name is, but everyone used to call him Ruby, Ruby Pubee.  He wanted to purchase the really cheap emachines peice of crapola.  I sent him to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107099972430247836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107099972430247836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099972430247836' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107065430994704741</id><published>2003-12-05T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:59:10.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis' the SeasonWell, it has been a fairly eventful week.  With work, Christmas shopping who would think that I would have time to get involved with other things.  That's right, I joined a volunteer organization.  It is called Indy Ambassadors, they are basically a temp service for non-profit organizations.  Wow, who could have seen that one coming, I mean I don't like to work for money, now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107065430994704741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107065430994704741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065430994704741' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-107024437207554097</id><published>2003-11-30T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T21:06:48.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Runnin' Ragged from RussiansWell, I woke up this morning on Missy's living room couch with that where the hell am I feeling.  I got up promptly as my long tedious day at best buy was about to grind to a start.  I had the unique pleasure today of explaining to my manager that he had under-trained me for the position and that if I was to continue it would be really helpful if he would show me how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107024437207554097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/107024437207554097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107024437207554097' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106978916905971664</id><published>2003-11-25T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T14:39:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wendy's, Masturbation, and GodWell, it has been a fairly lackluster week thus far, but that is all about to change.  The reason for this is that tomorrow is my Birthday! Hoo Aahh!  The day after that is Thanksgiving, and the day after that is busiest shopping day of the year,  and I will be smack in the middle of it selling computers at best buy at 6 am.  Anyhow, those of you that have wished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106978916905971664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106978916905971664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978916905971664' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106948502608079982</id><published>2003-11-22T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T02:42:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in BlogWell, that was a lame rip off of a title (see this archive).  Anyhow, I felt it a fitting title for two reasons: one I haven't written a blog entry in over a week, a personal record, and two I was in the room when Yoosuk wrote that entry and as I recall it was really the first I had heard of blogging.  Thus, as the Phoenix rises from the ashes and is reborn, so too does the mad king</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106948502608079982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106948502608079982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106948502608079982' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106857518012429484</id><published>2003-11-11T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T13:39:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atkins? More like Asskins.Well, for once I am going to really stray from work related topics.  Everything is so up in the air right now, that even I have no idea what is going on.  So, what I am here to discuss today is this health craze that is sweeping the nation right now.  I'm sorry, its not a health craze, its a get thin craze.  I can guarantee you that most of the people on this Atkins </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106857518012429484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106857518012429484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857518012429484' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106827883573728467</id><published>2003-11-08T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T12:15:39.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singing and SighingWell, tonight was the night.  I finally hit the Karaoke stage again.  But like the washed up rock star that has gone from playing stadiums to playing the outdoor ampitheater at Kng's Island, it was a bittersweet return.  This was no Bear's ladies and gentlemen, no this was the American Spirit lounge.  A more wetched hive of scum and villainy does not exist (at least not in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106827883573728467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106827883573728467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106827883573728467' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106798814595889358</id><published>2003-11-04T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:22:24.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Job, New JobWell, welcome back to the exciting and ongoing drama of my employment.  I started yesterday at my new job.  I must say, I like it.  It is not as much fun as Advantage Cable or anything, but hey, what is?  Then again, unlike Advantage Cable, I do not fear that the people behind the door in the bathroom are going to jump out and kill me.  Long story or inside joke; it depends on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106798814595889358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106798814595889358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798814595889358' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106780889122326393</id><published>2003-11-02T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T16:34:49.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beer Fairy RetreatsWell, sadly, I had to leave the JAC party at midnight on Saturday, as anyone I talked to must have known because I couldn't shut up about it.  Yes, and I still can't.  I had to work this morning at 7 am.  It wasn't as bad this time though, the entire meeting took place in the computer department, and the guys there (believe it or not, but its true) are cooler than the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106780889122326393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106780889122326393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106780889122326393' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106763368544836089</id><published>2003-10-31T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T15:54:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Special Pre-weekend EditionWell, first of all, happy Halloween to everyone.  Speaking of scary stuff, I am still working at Best Buy.  I've been thinking about it though, and I am going to stop using Best Buy material in these things.  Unless of course something really interesting happens.  That said, I need to think of a new source for material.  The problem is my life is just not all that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106763368544836089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106763368544836089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763368544836089' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106727024142893243</id><published>2003-10-27T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T10:58:20.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Buy and Nazis: an Expose' (sp)Well, there comes a time in every man's life when he has to just stand up and say, "hey Best Buy, I quit!"  For me that day will be tomorrow.  You see, this morning I had a job interview with a company called Intelex.  Its not the best job in the world, being only temporary, but it is $13 bucks an hour, and that ain't bad from where I am standing.  As I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106727024142893243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106727024142893243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727024142893243' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106694145521320947</id><published>2003-10-23T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:45:01.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yankees Fuckin' BaseballWell, it has been a while since I have posted.  I apologize for that, but really you should feel sorry for me, because if I am not bloggin' then nothing is going on.  Last night, however, was a good time.  It was Wednesday so naturally I went to Average Joe's.  The thing is, Ray was closing at Blockbuster, and, well, Jae works till 11:30 m-f.  Thus, I went and hung out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106694145521320947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106694145521320947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694145521320947' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106649314229764913</id><published>2003-10-18T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T11:08:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The True Glory that is the Mexican RestaurantWell, yesterday was not all that eventful, I woke, tooled around for awhile, tooled around for awhile longer, and got my grandma's car washed.  The high point of the day was definately the trip to the Mexican Restaurant.  Now this wasn't Don Pablos, that is not a Mexican restaurant, it is an evil corporation that is out to decieve the american public</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106649314229764913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106649314229764913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649314229764913' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106633407359810565</id><published>2003-10-16T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:54:33.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goats, and Kung Fu VillainsWell, as most of you already know, the Cubs lost last night.  The atmosphere at Average Joe's was pretty somber, so I can only imagine what it must have been like in Chicago.  I am sure no one took the loss quite as hard as that dude who caught the ball.  He is going to need to change his name and get some plastice surgery or something.  Oh well, at least now he can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106633407359810565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106633407359810565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633407359810565' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106593117875791589</id><published>2003-10-11T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:02:23.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, but Costs a Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty with the Service PlanWell, I just finished my second 8 hour shift at Best Buy.  Man, my feet hurt.  I was seriously standing the whole time, and we have to wear nice shoes.  Today wasn't as bad a yesterday though.  You realize that before each business day, the crew of Best Buy gathers at the front and then brings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106593117875791589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106593117875791589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593117875791589' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106559766534677321</id><published>2003-10-08T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T04:27:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, but I am Choked up on OneFor some reason the spirit moved me this evening to look at the pictures I have stored on my computer.  I haven’t done this for a while, so it seemed a good idea.  I realized as I looked through them how much my life has changed just in the last few months.  I looked like a different person; much happier, much more optimistic.  Don’t</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106559766534677321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106559766534677321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559766534677321' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106546246512389363</id><published>2003-10-06T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T12:53:08.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homecoming is for DrinkingWell, as many of you may know, I graduated from Hanover College last May.  The fact that I can't get a real job aside, there is at least one perk to having gone to school there.  It is called homecoming as an alumnus.  The day started off with some light drinking in the parking lot outside the football stadium (more like field).  There were guys there that I hadn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106546246512389363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106546246512389363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546246512389363' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106514301058097965</id><published>2003-10-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:05:55.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Movies, 2 RoomsWell, this is a decieving title, because I actually watched like 4 or 5 movies on the day in question (Tuesday).  I watched the Two Towers in its entirety early in the day, then went to see a sneak preview of School of Rock with Ray (which was actually a pretty good movie) that evening.  On the way out of the theater, however, I recieved a call from Jae saying that our friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106514301058097965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106514301058097965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514301058097965' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106484850325685303</id><published>2003-09-29T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T10:17:15.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bars, Brats, and Bee StingsWell, it has been a good weekend.  Clearly, from my last entry I got pretty wasted on Thursday.  Rest assured, dear reader, I did not slack off on Friday either.  After walking off the hangover I earned from all of those shots, I drove Jae back to Indy and then returned to Bloomington.  It was just that kind of weekend (lots of driving).  The return trip was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106484850325685303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106484850325685303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106484850325685303' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-10645645998330680</id><published>2003-09-26T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:23:19.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Trip to Here and Back AgainWell, tonight was a very interesting night.  I travelled many many a mile to end up in b-town.   If it is not already obvious, I am drunk.  HA AH.  Yeah.  Alright.  Anyhow, I spent most of the night driving to Louisville and back.  Sympathy? Thank you.  I was on the road for 5 hours at least in order to take care of some business.  But in the long run it is all good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/10645645998330680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/10645645998330680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10645645998330680' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106443501750850065</id><published>2003-09-24T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:23:37.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still Unemployed (and getting very pissed off about it)Well, today has been the first day since last Thursday that I really had time to assess my job hunt status.  As regular readers will know, I have been unemployed since last May when I graduated from college.  Apparently that was supposed to give me an advantage when it came to finding gainful employment.  Well FUCK THAT!  It hasn't.  If you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106443501750850065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106443501750850065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443501750850065' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106419000022774784</id><published>2003-09-21T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T19:20:00.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Illinois TrailWell, sometimes in a man's life he just gets the urge to go west.  Yesterday was one of those days for me.  So I packed up the trusty conastoga Dodge, and headed west to the wild, savage filled land of Illinois.  With Jae riding shotgun I drove out the dusty sun-parched trail known to some as I-74 west.  Soon, with the sun in our eyes as the evening grew closer, we reached the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106419000022774784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106419000022774784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419000022774784' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106400950966268767</id><published>2003-09-19T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T17:11:49.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad News on a Friday MorningWell, as some of you may know, my grandfather has been very sick recently, and has been living in hospice care.  This morning around 5 am he passed away.  He was a good man, and I am glad that I got to spend as much time with him as I did.  I believe his passage was easy and was most likely in his sleep.  I ask you to remember my Grandmother and family in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106400950966268767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106400950966268767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400950966268767' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106394279353671186</id><published>2003-09-18T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:39:53.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy Would be ChicksWell, it has been an uninteresting week.  Updates: Still unemployed, still broke, still not lovin' police.  Thats right, my ongoing search for gainful employment continues at its steady unsuccessful pace.  Right now the best bet I have is at blockbuster video.  I have a degree for Christ' sake, and I am crossing my fingers that I can get a job at blockbuster!  Oh well, life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106394279353671186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106394279353671186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394279353671186' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106368254685843215</id><published>2003-09-15T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:30:21.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With friends like me, who needs enemies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106368254685843215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106368254685843215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368254685843215' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106319057022813898</id><published>2003-09-10T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T05:42:50.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Episode II Still SucksWell, well nothing, I don't think I would actually start this entry with "well," but hey, here's to keeping tradition alive.  Recently, my good friend and trusted fellow hater of the presently available prequel starwars movies Ray turned me on to an interesting site...well (now that is an appropriate "well."  It fits into the context of what I am saying.  Not that that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106319057022813898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106319057022813898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106319057022813898' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106305161940352732</id><published>2003-09-08T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T15:06:59.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning: Do not read if you are in a good moodWell, it has not been the most exciting of weeks.  I must admit, I try to keep this blog full of kooky things that I complain about, but there has just been a drought of kookiness in my life recently.  It has been a busy week, however.  For those of you who don't already know (don't you love the way I always write like I have a large audience, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106305161940352732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106305161940352732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305161940352732' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106263384115797037</id><published>2003-09-03T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:27:16.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Net Noteriety, and Bizarro Baffles BraincaseWell, apparently if you enter "Pawulich" on a google search, the first few entries have to do with Ray or his immediate family.  Likewise, if you enter "Yoosuk," the first few entries list Yoosuk's blog and web page.  I read about this on their respective blogs (well, maybe I heard it from Yoosuk himself), and I even tried it.  It worked.  So, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106263384115797037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106263384115797037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106263384115797037' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106246449788793040</id><published>2003-09-01T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:47:06.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The End is Nigh, and Don't Sleep on Leather CouchesWell, Saturday night was a fun night out in Broadripple.  Ray and I hit up a number of bars and had some excellent conversations.  But after a night in Broadripple, I decided to just go ahead and crash at Ray's place.  Now don't get the idea that I am unappreciative of Ray's hospitality, because nothing is further from the truth.  All I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106246449788793040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106246449788793040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246449788793040' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106226125689769870</id><published>2003-08-30T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T11:41:54.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smoking and Drinking on a Friday Night, at the HospitalWell, it was an interesting Friday night to say the least.  If you haven't picked up on it, most of the evening was spent at the hospital.  But what a wild time at the hospital.  At first there were five of us: me, my mother, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandma.  The party started when my aunt remembered that she had left her martini in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106226125689769870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106226125689769870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226125689769870' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106210958688429321</id><published>2003-08-28T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T17:37:40.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karaoke, Dancing, and Fun with Mexican FoodWell, lets end the controversy right now.  If you have read Ray's blog, then you know that someone puked in his car.  That was me.  Sorry, Ray, I don't remember it, but it sounded pretty shitty of me...  With that off my chest, no pun intended, lets get down to business.  Karaoke at Moe &amp; Johnny's is pretty good.  The selection of music is awesome, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106210958688429321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106210958688429321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210958688429321' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106179551500714128</id><published>2003-08-25T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T02:11:55.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kick Boxing, French Toast, and Michael JacksonWell, it has been a good weekend.  For one thing, I didn't go to any bars downtown.  Yeah I should probably drop it about downtown, but damn, it can destroy a promising evening with a wave of its demented hand.  Anyhow, as most of you know, Yoosuk has returned to his northern home in West Layfeyette (I can say that with confidence because if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106179551500714128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106179551500714128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106179551500714128' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106157972680087315</id><published>2003-08-22T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T14:15:26.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Downtown Strikes Back, and Destroys my postWell.  Doesn't this suck.  I just wrote a really long, and very funny post.  Trust me it was hilarious.  Well, I lost it, it was stupid human error but I still blame it on downtown Indy.  I mean come on, can you blame me?  When was the last time you had a good time at a bar downtown?  Well, unless you have been to Hollywood Bar &amp; Filmworks my guess is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106157972680087315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106157972680087315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106157972680087315' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106151055280628630</id><published>2003-08-21T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T19:02:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karaoke Master Mike Strikes BackWow, three posts before anyone has probably even looked at this page.  Just wanted to let people know that I have recently updated (recently being about ten minutes ago).  If you are reading this while the post is fresh then look to the right and you will see that I have added some links.  Thats right, the links to Yoosuk's Blog and Pictures of Stuff are both new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106151055280628630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106151055280628630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106151055280628630' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106145840550754959</id><published>2003-08-21T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T04:41:13.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here we are again.  It is much later in the evening, so late in fact that it has passed into the next day.  Well, that isn't saying much, after all if you stay up till midnight it passes to the next day.  How about this, its 4:20 am, does that do anything for ya'?  Yeah...it was a fun night in Broadripple, free pool and cheap beer, always a quality combo.  Which isn't to say there weren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106145840550754959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106145840550754959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106145840550754959' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5705771.post-106141983029878715</id><published>2003-08-20T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T17:59:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.  I finally did it.  I started a blog.  Hell, I don't even really know what that is, but hey, everyone seems to have one so I should too.  Yeah, follower.  As you might have guessed, this is the first post.  As such I am not really sure what direction this particular blog will take, I can only say that I will go where the spirit takes me.  So, I guess this is where we, myself and whichever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106141983029878715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5705771/posts/default/106141983029878715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingofnothing.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106141983029878715' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04212321768429958350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2413/221/1600/889690/Deep%20thought.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
