<?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-11759216</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:12:03.910-08:00</updated><category term='Kanye'/><category term='Horse'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='cobra'/><category term='Wham'/><category term='Last Christmas'/><title type='text'>Pugusaurs</title><subtitle type='html'>Still the most intersting stuff on any web.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5010410461856444205</id><published>2012-01-25T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:12:03.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about motion</title><summary type='text'>For the past week I forgot how old I was. Well, I knew the area of the years I have lived, but the specific number drew a blank. Previously I though that I was actually old than I was because I have friends that have turned that age. The problem is that I am a few months younger that they are and so I thought that I was older in time than I am, which kind of scared me.

I think it would be better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5010410461856444205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5010410461856444205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5010410461856444205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-motion.html' title='Something about motion'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6895875346677302792</id><published>2012-01-04T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:59:50.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Here?</title><summary type='text'>Do I really want you to click some where to be able to read the rest of this post? It's up to you. If it were me reading this post, I would like all content already right there in front of me (knowing that all content is just text). But whatever.


To continue, I just used a line break. So you probably had to click on something to read this. I think I dislike this because I grew up with a 56k </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6895875346677302792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/click-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6895875346677302792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6895875346677302792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/click-here.html' title='Click Here?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4449648142633811572</id><published>2012-01-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:06:54.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super D Virus</title><summary type='text'>I just had a weird dream again. It happens occasionally, just with different variation. It's always vivid, and what ever that happens in there makes me not want to wake up. Maybe I should act on my sleeping dream IRL. I wonder what my dog dreams of. Probably of food, and taking unleashed runs through a grass field chasing small objects that look interesting. Have a good year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4449648142633811572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-d-virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4449648142633811572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4449648142633811572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-d-virus.html' title='Super D Virus'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3196528484443168802</id><published>2011-12-16T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:54:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerto</title><summary type='text'>in tacoma. Now?YesThat it seems.Of twoNice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3196528484443168802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3196528484443168802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3196528484443168802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/concerto.html' title='Concerto'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4928522070671421377</id><published>2011-12-14T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:51:58.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so afraid?</title><summary type='text'>I recently got a new phone, one with a new number. I be smarts enough to transfer my contacts to my new phone by myself, so I don't have to bother anyone on a number change, but there is a problem with this. If I call anyone, no one will pick up, no one. Of all the contacts I called only one picked up, and somehow the person who picked thought it was a prank call.

What is wrong with my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4928522070671421377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-so-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4928522070671421377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4928522070671421377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-so-afraid.html' title='Why so afraid?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4908884206361262599</id><published>2011-12-08T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:55:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Obsession?</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have been searching for the perfect devices to input commands into various computerized systems. For some reason I bought a mechanical keyboard, a Das Ultimate. The purchase does not make any sense. I am pretty much exclusively on my laptop (with a keyboard that I enjoy, very much so), my desktop which could use a new keyboard is severely outdated; it first would need replacing. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4908884206361262599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-your-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4908884206361262599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4908884206361262599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-your-obsession.html' title='What is Your Obsession?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1454112878803384305</id><published>2011-11-22T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:18:54.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to make stuff up on the fly</title><summary type='text'>yo this is improv
haiku don't know bout this shit
they ain't in struggle

is there nothing that would please you more then a nice warm bowl of oatmeal in the morning? awkward silence. no there is nothing wrong the youth in asia. :wkw: ohh, euthanasia. :wkw: ... :wkw: no way has it been five years (needed it to be longer) wow :wkw: are you kidding you didn't gain a pound :wkw:  

I am trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1454112878803384305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/11/trying-to-make-stuff-up-on-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1454112878803384305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1454112878803384305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/11/trying-to-make-stuff-up-on-fly.html' title='Trying to make stuff up on the fly'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5104720232334067330</id><published>2011-11-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:14:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Importantly</title><summary type='text'>Remember, today is November, but also tomorrow will be/is November I can correctly write both tenses because the fact of the matter is not of any other month yet it has become one of crucial dignity. Forty wink of the speckled wall, patched when anger enrages and emotion motions become closed fists and foot swings pendulum hinged at the knee and pelvis. Shattering crackles of what once was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5104720232334067330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/11/less-importantly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5104720232334067330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5104720232334067330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/11/less-importantly.html' title='Less Importantly'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-2706519570842350176</id><published>2011-10-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:26:09.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Saving Tips Number Uno</title><summary type='text'> (for any non suspicious people of documentation unknown, uno means one)

Let's be real, who the fuck cares about the environment right now? With all of our moneys disappearing how can anyone focus on the environment, despite being, you know, all around us and shit. Fo real dawg, what's more important? The human construct of wealth and possession or the perfectly balanced system of life that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/2706519570842350176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/10/money-saving-tips-number-uno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2706519570842350176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2706519570842350176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/10/money-saving-tips-number-uno.html' title='Money Saving Tips Number Uno'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5435421366262920871</id><published>2011-10-12T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:26:08.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Motivation</title><summary type='text'>I was at the gym doing dips on the dip machine. It was positioned in the second row of the class, pointed to the mirror. In the middle of my set, this song appears on my music player that is long over due for replacement as it is no longer cool:





</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5435421366262920871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/10/anti-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5435421366262920871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5435421366262920871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/10/anti-motivation.html' title='Anti-Motivation'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7678319218839612587</id><published>2011-09-27T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:47:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being more wired by becoming wireless</title><summary type='text'>I am a new owner of an ebook reader and I am writing to you via email,wirelessly unconnected to any part of my home. I'm just hoping theydon't add the posted via _________ thing they add, the less you kmowthe better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7678319218839612587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-more-wired-by-becoming-wireless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7678319218839612587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7678319218839612587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-more-wired-by-becoming-wireless.html' title='Being more wired by becoming wireless'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8921461050187974523</id><published>2011-09-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:18:46.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly You'res</title><summary type='text'>We are lucky to be living in the area that we do. On those infrequent days of sunshine, we immerse ourselves in its beauty, making sure that what ever presence it is, it knows our graciousness. But like a fickle tease of a person, it'll leaves, abandoning all connections we once had with it. Subtle, yet uncontrollable longing as we stare into the grey, knowing that at any moment a glimpse of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8921461050187974523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/09/truly-youres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8921461050187974523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8921461050187974523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/09/truly-youres.html' title='Truly You&apos;res'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1433620281661917084</id><published>2011-08-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:26:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is My Friday.</title><summary type='text'>Why, Why, Why.

The ends of the title ends in 'y'. A Nancy Kerrigan sound bite just played in my head.

Lucky is the neighbor's dog, he was out of his yard in the morning, he wasn't barking like what he normally does, he was just smelling around, walking with his stubby legs, body covered in curly black fur.

Bingo was the safe word,
Waiting for the line of hits to occur
While dodging the misses
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1433620281661917084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-is-my-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1433620281661917084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1433620281661917084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-is-my-friday.html' title='Monday is My Friday.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4653788460951820539</id><published>2011-07-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:32:17.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In this sedentary facility.</title><summary type='text'>I am in a place with strangers who all have one this in common. They all want to be somewhere else. No this ain't a prison, but there is a jail cell somewhere around here. This is the most uninspired place that I have ever been in, there is more character in the DMV. I can't create here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4653788460951820539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-this-sedentary-facility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4653788460951820539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4653788460951820539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-this-sedentary-facility.html' title='In this sedentary facility.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3024782717747399451</id><published>2011-06-17T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:39:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><summary type='text'>No quips. There is nothing i need to say right now. What ever I say is being said to get me back in the habit. 18mm? 17mm? 20mm? Measurements in millimetersdesu. Fuck. What aren't there otters in Georgia? I am going to draw a picture. brb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3024782717747399451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3024782717747399451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3024782717747399451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6918778896899904805</id><published>2011-05-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:15:43.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6918778896899904805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/05/seeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6918778896899904805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6918778896899904805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/05/seeds.html' title='Seeds'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-879897343734153096</id><published>2011-05-09T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:13:40.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library where all books are removed.</title><summary type='text'>The internets ip system can't handle the worlds over population problem. I had to move around five times in order to find an area that could give me an address. Today is may ninth, I have yet to find evidence that contradicts the fact that one plus one equals two. I must push harder, like the mountain goat swimming in the arctic pools heated by a honda series 500 gas powered generator.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/879897343734153096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-library-where-all-books-are-removed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/879897343734153096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/879897343734153096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-library-where-all-books-are-removed.html' title='In the library where all books are removed.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4392652019216117687</id><published>2011-04-18T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:21:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Best Way To Do Something?</title><summary type='text'>I have been sick, but yeah so during work I was reminded of something. Someone had trouble 'starting' a banana. She was trying to rip it open from the 'top'.

Years ago, I was at my friend's house. They had bananas and they would rip it open from what I thought was the bottom. This shocked me, it was mind blowing. For all of my life I had never thought that a banana could be opened from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4392652019216117687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-best-way-to-do-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4392652019216117687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4392652019216117687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-best-way-to-do-something.html' title='What&apos;s The Best Way To Do Something?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6649996005088869476</id><published>2011-04-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:46:43.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy is dandy but liquor is Sgt. Vicker</title><summary type='text'>I missed you so much. Today is sunny, lets go grab a snack. Do you feel like something sweet? I usually crave more for savoy type of things, you know that, but today seems so nice today that it would be unfitting with the sunshine. A couple days ago I was hungry and ate a candy bar that I remembered was in the pantry that I was given last summer. It was a Snickers. When ever I see their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6649996005088869476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/candy-is-dandy-but-liquor-is-sgt-vicker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6649996005088869476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6649996005088869476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/candy-is-dandy-but-liquor-is-sgt-vicker.html' title='Candy is dandy but liquor is Sgt. Vicker'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-2777951534339859876</id><published>2011-04-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:05:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did your level 70 Dark Templar go?</title><summary type='text'>I got a lot of time on my hands. I should write to you more, but I don't know what to write about. I am getting bloggers block. You probably don't know, but you have met the consequence of bloggers block some time on the internet. Did the author disappear? Do you know where she or he went? Got lazy, didn't feel like it, lost my login.

'Sunny days' tried to start a haiku. But instead of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/2777951534339859876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-did-your-level-70-dark-templar-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2777951534339859876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2777951534339859876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-did-your-level-70-dark-templar-go.html' title='Where did your level 70 Dark Templar go?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6164305249897588585</id><published>2011-04-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:36:05.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sni'ppets</title><summary type='text'>Rain drops hitting my head, get my attention, that the clouds are raining.
Moss invades the siding of the brick building, trying to take over what was once theirs.
The door's archway, is neglected, but it does not feel neglected; it is an archway.
From far away, the girl walking on the cold wet pavement, looks as though she is wearing no shoes.
Fuck you April first, why celebrate fools? You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6164305249897588585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/snippets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6164305249897588585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6164305249897588585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/04/snippets.html' title='Sni&apos;ppets'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6309910317868949068</id><published>2011-03-24T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:33:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual 'Spring' Post</title><summary type='text'>For those living in the western hemisphere, this is spring now. The time when humans, thinking that they are so high above any other organism, will produce simile relating to their own universe to that of the quarter change. Flowers blossom, the day becomes longer, sunlight illuminates the dark, bees gathering nectar, ducks walking together. Damn, us and nature have so much in-common. Just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6309910317868949068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/annual-spring-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6309910317868949068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6309910317868949068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/annual-spring-post.html' title='The Annual &apos;Spring&apos; Post'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-626125607779185329</id><published>2011-03-22T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:12:00.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puns From a Temperate Rainforest</title><summary type='text'>I am lichen this new firefox. It's truly a fungi. A moss download. Fern'ished by Mozilla, you should mush your way over, and make room for this download.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/626125607779185329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/puns-from-temperate-rainforest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/626125607779185329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/626125607779185329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/puns-from-temperate-rainforest.html' title='Puns From a Temperate Rainforest'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1793113060509174214</id><published>2011-03-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:53:21.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word of the day</title><summary type='text'>Will you be free to think next week? I know that this author will! (writing in first yet second person perspective), Holy cows come home, blessed from Jesus himself; the shepherd maintains his flock of sheep as they eat the fibrous growths protruding from the ancient organic remnants of all before.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1793113060509174214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1793113060509174214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1793113060509174214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/word-of-day.html' title='The word of the day'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1084180458402140238</id><published>2011-03-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:46:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Punctuation Symbols</title><summary type='text'>10. %
The percentage sign. You can convey a lot with a percentage instead of an ambiguous number, because it is in fact, two numbers, a numerator and denominator. The numerator is that same ambiguous number while the denominator is a number that tells the inquiring viewer something about that number.

9. _
The underscore. I just like the name, is sounds intentional mischievous and just like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1084180458402140238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-punctuation-symbols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1084180458402140238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1084180458402140238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-punctuation-symbols.html' title='Top 10 Punctuation Symbols'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7246380217252330165</id><published>2011-03-11T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:14:59.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you missing?</title><summary type='text'>Being so clean has its drawbacks. It can't sit on furniture without getting dirty, which would not make it so clean. There was a piece of something stuck under the 'f' key of this keyboard earlier this week. When ever it was needed, an awkward feeling existed for that short period of time your index finger pressed down on to it. Sometime the 'f' would show up, sometimes it wouldn't.

The 'f' is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7246380217252330165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-you-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7246380217252330165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7246380217252330165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-you-missing.html' title='What are you missing?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1086160836415678098</id><published>2011-03-08T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:09:29.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagger Haiku</title><summary type='text'>These are filler sentences. They are meant to fill the top line of this post. This is its only purpose. It has no other meaning.

If I could vomit
Every time I saw myself
I would be thinner
When crows call my nameThey say the most vicious thingsThen they fly awayClouds are so happyThey don't get stuck in traffic
Looking at people
I was at TangiersWhen they took some dude and putHis head in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1086160836415678098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/stagger-haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1086160836415678098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1086160836415678098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/stagger-haiku.html' title='Stagger Haiku'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6138201247187835959</id><published>2011-03-04T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:21:51.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post Move</title><summary type='text'>I finally got a chance to sleep, it did for god knows how long (Ed: 13 hours, does this mean I am god) [Au: No Ed, and do a better job next time of proof reading]{Ic: You guys are stupid}(Ed: who was that?)[Au: I don't know, but it's using curly brackets, I wish I could use curly brackets](Ed: I can fix that for you, try it now){Au: wow it worked, what else can you do?}(Ed: try it again)&lt;&lt;&gt;Au: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6138201247187835959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/quick-post-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6138201247187835959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6138201247187835959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/03/quick-post-move.html' title='Quick Post Move'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1544156300557149921</id><published>2011-02-28T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:26:40.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Cold to Eat Pho</title><summary type='text'>It's too cold to eat pho, by yourself, on a Monday, in winter, when you don't feel like breaking out the character map to place the correct accented 'o', right after you got back your paper bleeding with red pen marks, that you wrote on the children of Darfur, that was inspired by your girlfriend, who you just found out has a malignant tumor the size of a golf ball in the left frontal lobe of her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1544156300557149921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-too-cold-to-eat-pho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1544156300557149921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1544156300557149921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-too-cold-to-eat-pho.html' title='It&apos;s Too Cold to Eat Pho'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5324945494965380536</id><published>2011-02-23T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:51:31.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeated Square</title><summary type='text'>
The square, should have four sides, all equal in length, with its corners set at right angles. This painting is of a single line, trying to mirror the path of a square.

The line travels in a closed loop. After a loop, the line never seems to be able to repeat exactly the mark it set before. While, at times trying to be the square, the line veers away, whether it be because of lost of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5324945494965380536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/repeated-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5324945494965380536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5324945494965380536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/repeated-square.html' title='Repeated Square'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mh5m0YxC1kg/TWWaf3eYVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zsnHLvnz_Xg/s72-c/Repeated+Square.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8568348186472054060</id><published>2011-02-23T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:44:26.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Saving Tip (call it..) 20</title><summary type='text'>Don't listen to your music excessively loud. Not only does listening to music loudly increase the power needed to operate to the electronical device, it also makes the other sound generating electronical devices harder to hear. This causes others who need to listen to their electronical device to louden the volumification. Thou maketh mute madre morn. System called Positive feedback loop, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8568348186472054060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/planet-saving-tip-call-it-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8568348186472054060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8568348186472054060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/planet-saving-tip-call-it-20.html' title='Planet Saving Tip (call it..) 20'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8915195420474878760</id><published>2011-02-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:06:29.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Morale</title><summary type='text'>I took a swig of cognac before using a chainsaw to cut the limbs of trees which should not have been cut.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8915195420474878760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/low-morale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8915195420474878760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8915195420474878760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/low-morale.html' title='Low Morale'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1273534401456652033</id><published>2011-02-16T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:52:45.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatively, The Best Coffee</title><summary type='text'>I went to a Starbucks and tried to order a bold drip. No dice. So the dude there said that he could make some thing poured-over, of course I said hells yeah fucker. Then the dude goes, which?

Which what? Which coffee? Fucking unreal. I could choose any coffee in the store, and have them brew that for me, of course I didn't choose. There was too many shits going through my head. Mind blowing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1273534401456652033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/alternatively-best-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1273534401456652033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1273534401456652033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/alternatively-best-coffee.html' title='Alternatively, The Best Coffee'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8401403797116870669</id><published>2011-02-16T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:39:41.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Bite of The Sandwich</title><summary type='text'>I have chosen to only broadcast a short section of my posts on to other networking sites now, so for now you'll have to go to my blog to view the full post.  I did this because I felt I was losing control of the look of my content. One of the sites, choose to enlarge the first letter of every post.  I didn't like that, that is not what I would do, or how I think, it should look. A photographer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8401403797116870669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-bite-of-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8401403797116870669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8401403797116870669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-bite-of-sandwich.html' title='The Last Bite of The Sandwich'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-2301803746501570654</id><published>2011-02-16T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:04:21.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight With A High RHR</title><summary type='text'>My resting heart rate is too high right now. I can't sleep. Itsprobably around 80 bpm, I would like it at 60 (or some insanely low 35bpm, but I am not a 90lb super marathon runner who lives on top of amountain), but that thing is one of those involuntary organs. I can'tcontrol it. Eight hours ago I was pushing myself till exhaustion. Ibecame exhausted, but my heart still felt the need to work. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/2301803746501570654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/midnight-with-high-rhr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2301803746501570654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2301803746501570654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/midnight-with-high-rhr.html' title='Midnight With A High RHR'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7459377461111538189</id><published>2011-02-14T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:14:38.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously</title><summary type='text'>I changed the way this blogs looks. I darken all that you need not read, and brighten that in which content, of my choosing, be highlighted. I am also currently writing, in this pretentious, comma saturated, speak, that which your damn may not be given. Black as the night tardy to the moon's wake, who sneezed out disease, viral plague, infecting all of a water-born yellow fever. 

Who will I miss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7459377461111538189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/obviously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7459377461111538189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7459377461111538189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/obviously.html' title='Obviously'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-589228205862586477</id><published>2011-02-11T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:10:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collision</title><summary type='text'>What people say is
    A train wreck
Happening before my eyes
    Presenting on hearing loss
Going unheard
   Who are these people
Speaking words of such
   Boredom?
       Power Point showing blanks
Latin, Roman, Arabic?
     These words have no sound
No power to penetrate
   Through our loss of hearing
My Ipod tells me all
          That I should know
     At a loudness that it wants</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/589228205862586477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/collision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/589228205862586477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/589228205862586477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/collision.html' title='Collision'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3391564863480792819</id><published>2011-02-02T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:47:13.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't feel :(</title><summary type='text'>Don't hand me anything, I will either squeeze it till it shatters or drop it on the floor. My emoticons don't even look right. It still looks like a semi colon and a left parentheses to me. The walls in my life are painted in colors I did not choose, just literally; nothing metaphorically symbolical euphemistic about that I think. Well, I don't know, I can't read words that aren't written. There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3391564863480792819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3391564863480792819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3391564863480792819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-feel.html' title='I can&apos;t feel :('/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3887920641384838191</id><published>2011-01-20T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:31:49.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Laptop</title><summary type='text'>You say so much with your understated appearance
Mattely finished, objecting to others glossery
Created by inventors, your designed with such coherence
Refined key presses, my fingers touch thou so efficiently
Forgoing a pad, you dedicate control via a point
a sensitive spot, similar to a ladies unseen
un-violated by vermin, your ports unplugged and un-joint.
others marvel at the speed of work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3887920641384838191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/ode-to-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3887920641384838191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3887920641384838191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/ode-to-laptop.html' title='Ode to a Laptop'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8763874030910486902</id><published>2011-01-11T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:06:36.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting up from a slip of memory.</title><summary type='text'>Remembering ones name, is important to me, especially if you will have future social encounter the that other person. I had a lab partner years ago.  It was just the second week of lab, we, of course grouped with our lab partners. As we began the start of three hours of repetition, I looked at my lab partner. I wanted to say something to him. But at that instant my mind could not give a title to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8763874030910486902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-up-from-slip-of-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8763874030910486902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8763874030910486902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-up-from-slip-of-memory.html' title='Getting up from a slip of memory.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1175059206287473747</id><published>2011-01-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:02:22.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAAAT?</title><summary type='text'>Did freeze hell over or did I just post four days in a row, during a weekend, on vacation?

Things many have happened. Like readjusting over sentence. Dos right. Amiga left. Lighter fluid pouring from the sky gets collected in storm drains, it will then evaporate. The only point to posting is that there needs no point to post. Tall skyscrapers reach the sky, are held up by a grounded foundation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1175059206287473747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/whaaaaaaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1175059206287473747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1175059206287473747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/whaaaaaaat.html' title='WHAAAAAAAT?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-216306201100501453</id><published>2011-01-01T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:16:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><summary type='text'>Dear Santa,

   I don't believe you exist, but if you did exist, you'd probably be busy with next year's Christmas. How else could you deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls. You are a workaholic, and like all other aholics, this is a bad thing and I believe you have a problem. When do you have 'Me' time? If you existed, I would give you a round of applause, you live a truly selfless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/216306201100501453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/216306201100501453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/216306201100501453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7219933257524450456</id><published>2010-12-31T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:44:11.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>480i Resolutions for 2011p</title><summary type='text'>I going to make some resolutions for the new year. Do I want to change myself? Hell no. I just want to do this for the challenge. Here we go:

Stop opening bags of chips from the top. This is a bad habit of mine. When ever I get a bag of chips to open I go for the top. There is nothing wrong with the bottom. There might be a bit more glue, but it is still a good usable opening. It could probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7219933257524450456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/480i-resolutions-for-2011p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7219933257524450456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7219933257524450456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/480i-resolutions-for-2011p.html' title='480i Resolutions for 2011p'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6600228774570039306</id><published>2010-12-30T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:29:52.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is new will become old</title><summary type='text'>I am trying to think of a counterexample to the title. I am typing this on a newish laptop. The keyboard is fantastic. Easily the best typing experience I have had with a laptop.


Anyways, the conditions of an entity to be new are more rigorous than the conditions for that same object to old. Also, new is not mutually exclusive to old, as a used car can be new to an owner who has just bought the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6600228774570039306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-new-will-become-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6600228774570039306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6600228774570039306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-new-will-become-old.html' title='What is new will become old'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3195185384126009570</id><published>2010-12-22T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:48:38.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vapid Vamp Vapors</title><summary type='text'>Why does the textbox that I write in got to be white? What are they racist or something? What, a black textbox can't be good or something? They make it seem, that oh white, it's so superior, let's make it so that when people see a while space, that's the correct place the type in. Key work CORRECT, so by logic they also make it INCORRECT for writing in black spaces or brown spaces or yellow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3195185384126009570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/vapid-vamp-vapors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3195185384126009570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3195185384126009570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/vapid-vamp-vapors.html' title='Vapid Vamp Vapors'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5204603805714055876</id><published>2010-12-15T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:05:19.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>I am ill.
It's the cold.
It's a strange feeling.
To me
To wear socks around the house.
I won't change.
But I can't sleep.
it might be from the orange juice.
full of sugar
and I chugged it down.
but what ever.
this post is in a new format.
I don't think I like it.
but what ever.

anticipation
not for tomorrows events
but the day after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5204603805714055876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5204603805714055876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5204603805714055876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/cant-sleep.html' title='can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1830507131033096897</id><published>2010-12-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:22:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrow Balance of Obsolescence.</title><summary type='text'>I keep stuff around for a long time. I still wear shirts that I have had since I was in seventh grade. I still use a cell phone that was manufactured in 2004. I still use a computer that I composed in 2002. I use stuff until it breaks, then somehow fix it, and continue to use it.  Yesterday, or early this morning, I finally bought a new computer, a laptop, it is already in the mail. The computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1830507131033096897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/narrow-balance-of-obsolescence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1830507131033096897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1830507131033096897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/narrow-balance-of-obsolescence.html' title='The Narrow Balance of Obsolescence.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6865034780540601131</id><published>2010-12-10T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:15:13.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The District Sleeps Alone Tonight</title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to The Postal Service's song Such Great Heights. It's one of my favorites. As I head towards an area covered under dark gray clouds my entire mood is will be dictated by this album. I cannot speak of what my mood will be, it's kind of hard to grasp the emotional setting of the album collectively.

This morning I had thoughts of Sleeping In, not much to do in the way towards tomorrow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6865034780540601131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/district-sleeps-alone-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6865034780540601131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6865034780540601131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/district-sleeps-alone-tonight.html' title='The District Sleeps Alone Tonight'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8144163497738109389</id><published>2010-12-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:02:58.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seat Reserved</title><summary type='text'>It's pretty early in the morning, I'm on a bus, there's a lady in front of me drinking a 22 of Steel Reserve.

Lately I have listening to music that I don't fully understand. They are The Pillows, a Japanese rock band or j-rock for that familiar eastern pattern. Being a person who listens to music and a human being, even though I do not understand the language of Japan, their chord patterns, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8144163497738109389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/seat-reserved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8144163497738109389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8144163497738109389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/12/seat-reserved.html' title='Seat Reserved'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4233940725561537096</id><published>2010-11-24T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:48:07.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections without a mirrored surface</title><summary type='text'>it has been two days since my ordeal trapped on a bus for five hours. The whole day was incredibly strange.  in the morning I didn't used my music player at all, until I was at downtown, I didn't notice, I was peacefully listening to the silence of the bus. Again going home, I 'forgot' that i had it on me. It was like I was subconsciously saving me battery of my music player for an important </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4233940725561537096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections-without-mirrored-surface.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4233940725561537096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4233940725561537096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections-without-mirrored-surface.html' title='reflections without a mirrored surface'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4279847843766481220</id><published>2010-11-23T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:19:40.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The totally not awesome story of Radical McGnarly.</title><summary type='text'>If this is the last post you hear from me (inferring that I somehow died), the last memory you shall have of me is being stuck on a bus writing haiku:

Endlessly waiting
The slow creeping of the bus
Tortures passengers.

They say five nine nine,
That's the highway to sea-tac,
Is closed, all the lanes.

By Boeing field,
I have been here for hours,
...To be an airplane...

Slowly can't describe
The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4279847843766481220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-not-awesome-story-of-radical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4279847843766481220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4279847843766481220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-not-awesome-story-of-radical.html' title='The totally not awesome story of Radical McGnarly.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6158727443073930395</id><published>2010-11-19T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:03:54.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The totally awesome story of Radical McGnarly.</title><summary type='text'>I see a lot of weird things. (This should cue you to that this post has no point). Like everything. (was the parenthetic remark about my post or weird things?)

If dragons had eyes, they could burn into my soul for all eternity? 
This would mean that my soul does not decompose when burnt.
This would also mean that I question whether dragons have eyes or not.
The tense suggest that if dragons had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6158727443073930395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-awesome-story-of-radical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6158727443073930395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6158727443073930395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/totally-awesome-story-of-radical.html' title='The totally awesome story of Radical McGnarly.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6140645745337799112</id><published>2010-11-16T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:15:54.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn blood suckers</title><summary type='text'>Yup my phone is still broken, but here is a wiki page that I admire:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tables_of_vampire_traits
The fact that a person or persons spent the time to create this table to inform us all of the different strengths and weaknesses of vampires reinforces my notion that we are as human collectively altruistic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6140645745337799112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/damn-blood-suckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6140645745337799112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6140645745337799112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/damn-blood-suckers.html' title='Damn blood suckers'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4113537714211873478</id><published>2010-11-08T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:22:39.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww.</title><summary type='text'>The phone that I use to post messages to this blog, is being stupid. It will receive messages, and incoming data, yet will not send outgoing mail. It didn't have trouble with is a week ago, and I did not make any changes to the email settings of the phone, email account or blogging service. I need a change. bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4113537714211873478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/awww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4113537714211873478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4113537714211873478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/11/awww.html' title='Awww.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6019905706196160693</id><published>2010-10-29T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:32:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of focus 'A'</title><summary type='text'>A is a cool letter. It's like an upside down V with a strut tower bar through its center for greater rigidity. While it is the first letter in the English alphabet according to humans, A is actually the 36 letter on the roll call sheet.A has always had hidden feeling questioning the legitimacy of its lower case version. It's friends G, Q, and @, have tried to point out that the lower case A does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6019905706196160693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-of-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6019905706196160693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6019905706196160693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-of-focus.html' title='Letter of focus &apos;A&apos;'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6481708635642988434</id><published>2010-10-29T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:46:01.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes, Ignorance and Responsibility.</title><summary type='text'>One of my goals in life is to become less ignorant with every moment that passes. Although it is an impossible feat to rid ones self of all ignorance, any less ignorant I become, improves myself, others, and the world around me. The purpose of this is to not lessen the mistakes that I have made, while mistakes can be cause by ignorance, it is not exclusive to that.Like any human on the planet or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6481708635642988434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistakes-ignorance-and-responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6481708635642988434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6481708635642988434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistakes-ignorance-and-responsibility.html' title='Mistakes, Ignorance and Responsibility.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4576444739458849969</id><published>2010-10-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:15:48.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of this day will arrive at the same time as previous days</title><summary type='text'>unfortunately. Sickness has stricken me. I have felt worse. I probably am just acting like I am feeling sicker than I really am, just to show to myself that I am actually sick. Getting out of here would alleviate some of the burden of just being here. I hate small keyboards. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4576444739458849969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-this-day-will-arrive-at-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4576444739458849969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4576444739458849969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-this-day-will-arrive-at-same.html' title='The end of this day will arrive at the same time as previous days'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-2275975236555198566</id><published>2010-10-13T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:52:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, turn and face the page.</title><summary type='text'>I installed new miniblinds.The blinds replaced my old broken ones.The old broken ones didn't close properly .They didn't blind.People, if they really wanted to could see into this room.This room that I sleep in.Once replaced, the blinds do blind.This room that I sleep in is now dark.Just like the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/2275975236555198566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/changes-turn-and-face-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2275975236555198566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/2275975236555198566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/changes-turn-and-face-page.html' title='Changes, turn and face the page.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59SuFVEpXbg/TLVlU6UNrtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dJ7lEkmXxhU/s72-c/IMAGE_020-771501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8070938305736836940</id><published>2010-10-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:44:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of focus, 'W'</title><summary type='text'>I am going to focus on a letter of the English alphabet. I hope to do all of the letters. This we be unlike the Sesame Street version, because unlike them, I will not take the letter's sponsorship money, to give you my genuinely unbiased opinion, unfiltered and not even proof read. Today I will focus on W.W's a cool letter. It's right before murderers row of XYZ. The W can be confusing to read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8070938305736836940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-of-focus-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8070938305736836940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8070938305736836940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-of-focus-w.html' title='Letter of focus, &apos;W&apos;'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-980756611056798051</id><published>2010-10-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:47:04.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><summary type='text'>If there is one term from internet culture that will remain for the rest of our life it is the abbreviation 'LOL'.  Meaning, laugh out loud, or laughing out loud, in my opinion, it has all the elements that will cement itself in worldwide English lexicons.For one, it has no negativity. Other colloquial slang may feature some hidden mean spirited meaning. 'Butter' from the early nineties, well at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/980756611056798051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/980756611056798051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/980756611056798051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/10/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-193175789663806445</id><published>2010-09-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:04:17.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perforated ceiling.</title><summary type='text'>Do you know why the ceiling is  perforated. It is meant for people to break through it easily. Watch out though, in older places which hold legacy, the ceilings contain materials that are not allowed in modern construction.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/193175789663806445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/perforated-ceiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/193175789663806445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/193175789663806445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/perforated-ceiling.html' title='Perforated ceiling.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5761696691248172698</id><published>2010-09-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:13:38.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to</title><summary type='text'>Some of you were put off by my post titled "Nissan probably reads my blog". In it I wrote a satirical piece praising Nissan's new ad.  While the car is indeed, a small step in the right direction when it comes to energy independence, I was disgusted with Nissan's use of charismatic megafauna. It was a blatant attempt to tug at the heart strings of the viewer and guilt them into considering the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5761696691248172698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/response-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5761696691248172698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5761696691248172698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/response-to.html' title='Response to'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6341933662994979779</id><published>2010-09-15T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:21:52.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in 16bit Color</title><summary type='text'>Wait not 'life'.It seems my computer is expectedly not adapting to a more aggressive resource heavy internet landscape. For a made up statistic somewhere around 90% of the things I do, the computer is fine. But when it comes to script heavy web pages, this computer will stutter at times. A lot of forums, message boards are now switching over to vBulletin 4 or whatever its rivals equivalent is. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6341933662994979779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-16bit-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6341933662994979779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6341933662994979779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-16bit-color.html' title='Life in 16bit Color'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8611534015064523321</id><published>2010-09-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:25:46.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan probably reads my blog.</title><summary type='text'>I do periodic posts on tips that will save the planet once in a while. In it, I give tips and suggestions (though that should be commands) that will in fact save the glorious world we live in.  It seems Nissan is being proactive to my approach, and has produced a vehicle and an ad campaign for it to send a message to the world.I think my readers, being as dumb as they are, need an explanation of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8611534015064523321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/nissan-probably-reads-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8611534015064523321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8611534015064523321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/09/nissan-probably-reads-my-blog.html' title='Nissan probably reads my blog.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-600488641663990353</id><published>2010-08-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:32:19.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So last week we read a haiku.</title><summary type='text'>To recap:Tapping rubber treesWill cause my insides to smellLightning just hit me.Now what do you think it meant?......The first line: Tapping rubber treesNatives of the amazon do this as some of them farm rubber, but I think I must read this line as it is, without context I can not go any further.The second line: Will cause my insides to smellRubber has a smell, a good one or bad one depends on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/600488641663990353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-last-week-we-read-haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/600488641663990353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/600488641663990353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-last-week-we-read-haiku.html' title='So last week we read a haiku.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1199989965848921833</id><published>2010-08-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:19:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpions leaf dock</title><summary type='text'>I am currently writing an epic or is it epoch so all my attention is focused on that. I don't know if you will find it entertaining or interesting, but I don't write stuff for my audience, you'll just somehow find your way here and then your mind will explode. In my region of the planet it will be subjectively nice on the weekend._Tapping rubber treesWill cause my insides to smellLightning just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1199989965848921833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/corpions-leaf-dock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1199989965848921833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1199989965848921833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/corpions-leaf-dock.html' title='Corpions leaf dock'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7343479574103803279</id><published>2010-08-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:12:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet saving tip around 19</title><summary type='text'>There is more to saving the planet than the environment. There are also other thing we can do to save this planet. Take for example the aluminium can or aluminum can, I heard that you can reuse those. I guess that like pretty cool. I originally thought that there was only one drink in there, but I guess there is like two or more or something. And things like sunscreen, like oh my god I heard that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7343479574103803279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/planet-saving-tip-around-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7343479574103803279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7343479574103803279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/planet-saving-tip-around-19.html' title='Planet saving tip around 19'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1761447613428542946</id><published>2010-08-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:14:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The victory of your shadow.</title><summary type='text'>Today's overcastResembles my figurativeHaze that is Monday.When the sun breaks through the clouds to reveal a pure sky of all blue, the only thing people can write is how remarkable this natural occurrence seems. When, in actuality, it is the sun who is the all powerful sentinel hovering over the thin line of clouds banded together hand and hand, disintegrating them with only a fraction of its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1761447613428542946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/victory-of-your-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1761447613428542946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1761447613428542946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/08/victory-of-your-shadow.html' title='The victory of your shadow.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-441148499715568569</id><published>2010-07-14T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:55:19.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Saving Tip 14</title><summary type='text'>Be bold, and say "I don't need a bag".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/441148499715568569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/07/planet-saving-tip-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/441148499715568569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/441148499715568569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/07/planet-saving-tip-14.html' title='Planet Saving Tip 14'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-147723300795196724</id><published>2010-07-01T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:41:05.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Styles change</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I drop off some jeans to be altered. The alteration was not needed to change the fit. It was done to change the style. The jeans were relatively expensive but in a style that I did not like anymore. The alteration will change them from a bootcut leg to a straight leg. For me the reason for this was that bootcut jeans became too showy. And for to be everyday jeans they needed to be less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/147723300795196724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/07/styles-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/147723300795196724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/147723300795196724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/07/styles-change.html' title='Styles change'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4338995217878563646</id><published>2010-06-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:27:53.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trying Haiku</title><summary type='text'>A canoe for oneRowing past the safe harborEating potatoes.The car flipped overNot because of any faultThe car wanted to.Creative writing,The gateway to stretch your wordsInto non-meaning.Cursed to live his lifeHe wanders through the bus stopOnly stench follows.The many papers,Posted throughout this hallway,All have the same taste.Starring at nothingI wonder what she's thinking,Of nothing as well?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4338995217878563646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/trying-haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4338995217878563646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4338995217878563646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/trying-haiku.html' title='The Trying Haiku'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1076685790375050837</id><published>2010-06-24T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:41:31.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Rising: Hearing Aids, Ear Doctors, Sound Canceling Engineering.</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day I have worn shorts out this year, other than the times I have done that working out.The album I am listening to is too loud. You might say "just turn it down then", but no I am not talking about that kind of loudness. This album was mixed too loud. There is nothing that I can do to make it quieter. For the last decade or so, sound engineers have artificially turned up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1076685790375050837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/stock-rising-hearing-aids-ear-doctors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1076685790375050837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1076685790375050837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/stock-rising-hearing-aids-ear-doctors.html' title='Stock Rising: Hearing Aids, Ear Doctors, Sound Canceling Engineering.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3164417764923610500</id><published>2010-06-22T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:36:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I recycle title names</title><summary type='text'>I really do to. I put something down, when I think it's short and has nothing to do with the post only to realize that I used that title before.It happens in writing, but probably not when it's the same author. In video game there have been a few releases that have the same name without the titles being remakes of the other.Just a thought, they remake movies, video games, songs, yet they don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3164417764923610500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-recycle-title-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3164417764923610500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3164417764923610500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-recycle-title-names.html' title='I recycle title names'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-312533071190623920</id><published>2010-06-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:50:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Up Date</title><summary type='text'>June,it's fun to reenact conversations people have on Facebook. Stuff people say online can sometimes be funny as a real conversation. Cool.I just tinted the sunroof in my house, it is much cooler in here now, during the summer time this room would often reach temperatures greater than 100 degrees around the clock.That wasn't intersting.But this is:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/312533071190623920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/312533071190623920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/312533071190623920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-date.html' title='The Up Date'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5953894345270944324</id><published>2010-05-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:12:36.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post office</title><summary type='text'>That's a place where you get packages  that they can't deliver for some reason to your place of reception. How many times a year do you think the average American goes to the post office a year, inside one, not just to the outside drop box?I think black coffee is staining my teeth. I once wrote a long post about black coffee, but I have never published it. It sits some where in my phone that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5953894345270944324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5953894345270944324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5953894345270944324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-office.html' title='Post office'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4259456366886949632</id><published>2010-05-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:55:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpaid advert</title><summary type='text'>For the high mileage runner, Sports Authority has Asics' flagship running shoe, the Kinsei, available for only 99.98. Normally 165 dollars, for those who like cushioned and supported ride, this is your holy grail.I tried on just a left shoe a half size too big and was in awe of how comfortable and how they would have provided a glove like fit if they were my correct size. The Heel cupping tech </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4259456366886949632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/unpaid-advert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4259456366886949632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4259456366886949632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/unpaid-advert.html' title='Unpaid advert'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1032196877549842710</id><published>2010-05-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:28:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If were a rapper...</title><summary type='text'>These are going to be the titles of my albums:Hit and RunLeaving the scene of a rhymeVehicular RegicideAccupunktuerLow sodium (concept album)7 Calories Per Gram (B-sides)If I did it (soundtrack to the book of the same name by OJ Simpson)The grapest of grape</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1032196877549842710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-were-rapper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1032196877549842710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1032196877549842710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-were-rapper.html' title='If were a rapper...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-406580705245223875</id><published>2010-04-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:28:04.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter enjoyment of fun.</title><summary type='text'>I play for fun. As you might expect, lots of people play for this reason. While lots of people do this, everybody has their own version of fun and of play.  Some are super competitive, they will play to their hardest and without mercy, they will find this fun. Others are out to play but it is the journey rather then the outcome that defines their enjoyment.  I am probably closer to both.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/406580705245223875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/butter-enjoyment-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/406580705245223875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/406580705245223875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/butter-enjoyment-of-fun.html' title='Butter enjoyment of fun.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1429327661466536576</id><published>2010-04-23T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:52:59.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent Seas</title><summary type='text'>I was eating at taco del mar when this song came on; I actually forgot what the song is called, but it is by Jack Johnson and starts:Your shadow walks faster than you.What Jack talks about in the song is about a person who is lost by some reason, and is wandering through slowly.I did not hear the whole song at that time but have heard it many times as it is in my mp3 player. But what impressed me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1429327661466536576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/transparent-seas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1429327661466536576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1429327661466536576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/transparent-seas.html' title='Transparent Seas'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3294915319717065562</id><published>2010-04-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:23:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet saving tip 13</title><summary type='text'>Right now I am waiting in a car near Virginia Mason Hospital. I hear a loud bang. I look to my left and see a tan Honda accord drive away leaving a black Acura RL with a mis-shapened side mirror. The driver of the tan accord; cares so deeply about this planet!If I could only be as caring as that driver. Knowing that any extra time to write out insurance info will result in needless idling of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3294915319717065562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/planet-saving-tip-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3294915319717065562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3294915319717065562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/planet-saving-tip-13.html' title='Planet saving tip 13'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59SuFVEpXbg/S8y7wWIur8I/AAAAAAAAABs/3g5BucLBqbc/s72-c/IMAGE_016-709360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6488245424581668061</id><published>2010-04-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:19:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><summary type='text'>What brings people happiness?A lot of things.It is raining right now, for some this could be it for them. In our old farming days rain was something to be thankful for.We live in a time were we have a lot more ability to do fun things. If you think you know where I am going with this please tell me. And so with all this free time to enjoy the enviroment we now shun the rain as we do not like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6488245424581668061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6488245424581668061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6488245424581668061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3052998600171979283</id><published>2010-03-31T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:16:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spring constent</title><summary type='text'>A new quarter dawnsDusk nears as the meter asksNot for my two cents._Spring, the season for new beginnings, blah blah.  Sure, way back, when people hunted and gathered to survive this could be true, but it seems as though, we have moved beyond the need to care about what season it is. Most of us don't farm anymore. We are not reliant on the deer or salmon migration. When we want a peach, we go to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3052998600171979283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-constent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3052998600171979283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3052998600171979283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-constent.html' title='The spring constent'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1381609803406166409</id><published>2010-03-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:35:00.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stone Floating on Water</title><summary type='text'>Miraculous stuff happened today. I found my mp3 player that I thought I had lost forever. I am currently rediscovering the beauty of commuting with the comfort of music. I just took a final, which I did well on. This is surprising because having the later material fuzz, not doing the last homework because of a stomach flu which I am still feeling the effects of.  And finally this morning I pooped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1381609803406166409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/stone-floating-on-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1381609803406166409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1381609803406166409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/stone-floating-on-water.html' title='A Stone Floating on Water'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-8050051176348105231</id><published>2010-03-10T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:33:49.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habeas corpus</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would write haiku this morning, but I can't think of anything write now.Here is the brick walking surface in one of the bus tunnels, guess which one.There is a lady on the phone in the bus tunnel in the bus, talking load, she must get really really good service, or she's crazy.She was definitely crazy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/8050051176348105231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/habeas-corpus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8050051176348105231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/8050051176348105231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/habeas-corpus.html' title='Habeas corpus'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59SuFVEpXbg/S5f0HSxYgoI/AAAAAAAAABk/VMPwWe5ZcwA/s72-c/IMAGE_015-729381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6349416020997495970</id><published>2010-03-05T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:54:49.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes things just go your way.</title><summary type='text'>When things are moving ahead of you, and your trying to catch that thing, it is hard to catch it if you are moving at the same speed as that thing. Something needs to happen to slow the thing or speed you up.  Most of the time, in real life, it is impossible to make the latter happen since you are the human one, with finite levels of speed. But the previous, which you have no control over, does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6349416020997495970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-things-just-go-your-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6349416020997495970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6349416020997495970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-things-just-go-your-way.html' title='Sometimes things just go your way.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7755804195147924873</id><published>2010-03-03T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:28:47.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles change the world</title><summary type='text'>Turtles are probable my favorite reptile.  They are green, cold blooded and lay eggs.I never had turtle egg before, I am betting that they taste very different from a chicken egg, given their diets are so different.What makes turtles different from other reptiles is that they have a shell and can pull their limbs and head inside the shell. I remember in elementary school some zoo people can in to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7755804195147924873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/turtles-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7755804195147924873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7755804195147924873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/turtles-change-world.html' title='Turtles change the world'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7134780405698139253</id><published>2010-03-01T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:31:14.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time in a long time</title><summary type='text'>I decided to were nice shoes out. I haven't worn these shoe in over a year. All I have been wearing is the same four pairs of shoes out, but in actuality I have over fifty pairs, most of which have not seen daylight in years. Why I have not told you about it in all my years of blogging, didn't seem that important.I am not a shoehead, not anymore. There may have been a time when I went on niketalk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7134780405698139253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-first-time-in-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7134780405698139253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7134780405698139253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-first-time-in-long-time.html' title='For the first time in a long time'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4969153664350684066</id><published>2010-02-19T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:03:48.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice days you have there.</title><summary type='text'>Today was a nice morning. After breakfast, I had the craving for coffee, and with it being so nice, I thought a cool beverage would complement the day.  A double espresso over ice was made not too long ago, its life with be short. We hardly even knew yee, but you were delicious.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4969153664350684066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-days-you-have-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4969153664350684066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4969153664350684066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-days-you-have-there.html' title='Nice days you have there.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59SuFVEpXbg/S37glDyJAII/AAAAAAAAABc/L0fIlZKyXoA/s72-c/IMAGE_014-728261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3049035495151699874</id><published>2010-02-12T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:42:28.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Saving Tip 14</title><summary type='text'>I just thought of this, it's so good that, I haven't really thought it through, but I just think it's so good that I just can;t wait for me to think it through, cause that's how important the planet is, so important that we need to act even before we think anything through.You know those hair clips people use to clip hair, you know the dark ones with one straight side and some serrated side. Well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3049035495151699874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-saving-tip-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3049035495151699874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3049035495151699874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-saving-tip-14.html' title='Planet Saving Tip 14'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1340533666167587615</id><published>2010-02-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:37:05.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do in the morning.</title><summary type='text'>Wake up, the dark is almost over, in moments soon the sun will rise and light will begin.Eat breakfast, your body needs nourishment, by feeding it in the morning you are less likely to have a hungry feeling hours after waking.Laugh, probably the greatest activity we take for granted.Say goodbye, it may be the last time you see anyone, a human lifespan is 80 years if we are lucky, with around 365 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1340533666167587615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-to-do-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1340533666167587615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1340533666167587615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-to-do-in-morning.html' title='Things to do in the morning.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-4490673698482805663</id><published>2010-02-04T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:36:47.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post tastes like crap?</title><summary type='text'>Some form of drinkable liquid compliments food. Always is and always has. Though there are something's that don't go together, like whisky and hot Thai food, but things like this are not the point of this post.I think this is the first post out of five years worth to have ever emitted to having a point, but it's not like all my other posts didn't have a point, it's just that you have got to look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/4490673698482805663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-post-tastes-like-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4490673698482805663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/4490673698482805663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-post-tastes-like-crap.html' title='This post tastes like crap?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6177509135220597826</id><published>2010-01-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:27:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>planetsavingtip13</title><summary type='text'>I guess you thought that I was going to say, quit using spaces so bits of data could be saved from being transmitted thus eliminating power used in these transfers.But no really this wouldn't make sense. Spaces improve readability, this improved readability can now convey important messages to people more easily. These important messages could provide details about saving the planet. If un-spaced</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6177509135220597826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/planetsavingtip13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6177509135220597826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6177509135220597826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/planetsavingtip13.html' title='planetsavingtip13'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-5796513664629266255</id><published>2010-01-26T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:27:23.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you have all been waiting for.</title><summary type='text'>You are in luck, you have stumbled on to this page, and you will be presented with  the greatest weight loss, exercise and wellness secrets. The time you would have spent collecting this knowledge from books and videos would have ranged in the hundreds of thousands not to mention the hundreds of millions of dollars spent on these books, videos, and late fees from your library that will get you no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/5796513664629266255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5796513664629266255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/5796513664629266255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='What you have all been waiting for.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7214673817033587584</id><published>2010-01-26T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:08:43.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts,</title><summary type='text'>I get this a lot. People ask me, "damn, how did you think of that?". You know how I respond? "Forget what they told you about thinking,... outside the box, forget that." Do this, think outside the cube!You might be wondering, 'what's the difference between a box and a cube?' well I will tell you, think about it. What did you think a box was? What could it be? And you might say if I'm thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7214673817033587584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7214673817033587584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7214673817033587584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts,'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-7762929723519089324</id><published>2010-01-20T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:27:50.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredumb</title><summary type='text'>_There are so many things I need to do. For example, travel to the moon. If I don't I will probably not save the world from the jellyfish.  Jellyfish are evil.Isn't it funny how bricks are different colors?. You would think that an occupation like a brick maker, as boring that sound would only make one particular color of bricks. You see, I imagine him as some bored old big dude, wearing overalls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/7762929723519089324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7762929723519089324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/7762929723519089324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredumb.html' title='Boredumb'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-6637930049217534876</id><published>2010-01-14T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:07:37.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a place I shouldn't be.</title><summary type='text'>_Missing the bus is one of those thing you do not learn from. If I have left just three minutes early I would have been on a bus heading to the start of my day, but now I am just here alone with you, waiting for another bus to arrive in twenty minutes.It has started to rain, but that is all right because I am under shelter. Looking up, the transparent roof and falling leaves have collaborated to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/6637930049217534876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-place-i-shouldnt-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6637930049217534876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/6637930049217534876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-place-i-shouldnt-be.html' title='From a place I shouldn&apos;t be.'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3313109595772039098</id><published>2010-01-08T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:33:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obvious, Oblivious, Oblivion</title><summary type='text'>Obvious HaikuOnes on the weather and such.Are made obvious._Rain pour down from skyObviously nowhere elseRain only moves downWinter nights are dark.So are the nights of summer, Also spring and fallClothes get wet in rain.I wish they got dry in rainBut God made rain wet.Watergun fights now,Wouldn't be enjoyable.Everyone would loose."We are going fast.""I'll get to work in no time"...This is an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3313109595772039098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/obvious-oblivious-oblivion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3313109595772039098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3313109595772039098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/obvious-oblivious-oblivion.html' title='Obvious, Oblivious, Oblivion'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-3299756211507478295</id><published>2010-01-07T16:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:22:50.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the pen</title><summary type='text'>You know,One of those books, could be pretty entertaning right now.I will bring one tomorrow.Books are filled with wordsWords are used to mock peopleAnd write love letters</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/3299756211507478295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-pen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3299756211507478295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/3299756211507478295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-pen.html' title='The power of the pen'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-118558092468121064</id><published>2010-01-07T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:22:45.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet saving tip 12</title><summary type='text'>Be less angry. You stomp your feet harder as you step, you punch in your keys harder as you type, you scream louder as you yell at me. All of which uses more energy, causing you to replenish that energy with food. Food that is grow with the most valuble resources of all, water and sunlight.Lets not be angry, bye bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/118558092468121064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/planet-saving-tip-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/118558092468121064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/118558092468121064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/planet-saving-tip-12.html' title='Planet saving tip 12'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11759216.post-1825030922023839</id><published>2010-01-06T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:20:34.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone guess who my favorite Seattle Mariner is?</title><summary type='text'>_Griffey?No.A-Rod?No.Martinez?No.Moyer?No.Ichiro?No.It was and is, Randy Johnson.Today, after a long, successful career, Randy Johnson is retiring.I will remember him as the most intimidating player of my lifetime. He was a giant on the mound. Standing 6'10" on top of an 10" mound, he towered over hitters. Starring into the opposing hitter, with a glove over his face and cap shading his eyes, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/feeds/1825030922023839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-anyone-guess-who-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1825030922023839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11759216/posts/default/1825030922023839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eighthundred.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-anyone-guess-who-my-favorite.html' title='Can anyone guess who my favorite Seattle Mariner is?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294593385453031184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
