<?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-5294683</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:53:21.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IKWITA</title><subtitle type='html'>A composite historical average of 2.55 college students discuss anything and everything while acting like they actually have some clue as to what they're talking about.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294683.post-113934156941360155</id><published>2006-02-07T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:46:09.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bowled over</title><summary type='text'>Super Bowl.  Thoughts? It was good for Detroit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/113934156941360155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=113934156941360155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/113934156941360155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/113934156941360155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2006/02/bowled-over.html' title='bowled over'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-113821737199333908</id><published>2006-01-25T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:29:31.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin starts a spin-off</title><summary type='text'>Kevin has recently started his new blog Caught on the Bound.  After turning IKWITA into a smashing success, Mr. Curran left the company in late 2004 to persue his own ventures, leaving IKWITA to die.Oh well.Good luck with that Kevin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/113821737199333908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=113821737199333908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/113821737199333908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/113821737199333908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2006/01/kevin-starts-spin-off.html' title='Kevin starts a spin-off'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-109140280915044050</id><published>2004-08-01T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T19:26:49.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive!</title><summary type='text'>hey. not so fast. what's with all this mysterious-void-that-brian-supposedly-inhabits shit? i'm alive and kicking.that said, i'm going to go eat a bagel.BR</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/109140280915044050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=109140280915044050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109140280915044050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109140280915044050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-alive.html' title='i&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-109111021893320168</id><published>2004-07-29T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:10:18.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost over</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true.  Ikwita.com will cease to function sometime today.  Unless I renew it.  So if 17 people send me a dollar, it will stay.  iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com will continue to work.  But it's not nearly as cool if don't have our own domain name right? Yeah, that's what I thought...Now get cracking on that dollar...or i'll have to brandish some "surely illegal projectile-based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/109111021893320168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=109111021893320168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109111021893320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109111021893320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-109099892804886904</id><published>2004-07-28T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T03:15:28.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IKWITA Staff  Fired</title><summary type='text'>IKWITA STAFF FIRED"Lack of everything" cited in sudden move ANN ARBOR, MI - The staff of popular website IKWITA.com was fired in a sudden move aimed at revitalizing the once thriving source of entertainment, news and general hilarity.  "Was I surprised? A little. I knew something was wrong when my car was the only one in the parking lot on Monday morning" said Kevin Curran, a long-time staff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/109099892804886904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=109099892804886904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109099892804886904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/109099892804886904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/07/ikwita-staff-fired.html' title='IKWITA Staff  Fired'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108988115629979331</id><published>2004-07-15T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T04:45:56.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Been Going On At IKWITAWhen we're not pouring over newspapers in search of that masked menace, Spider-man, we're usually pouring coffee on our pants. But seriously, I'm not sure what the deal is here at the IKWITA offices. I think I might be the only one coming into work. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Brian or Simon around for a while. I should contact the authorities.That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108988115629979331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108988115629979331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108988115629979331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108988115629979331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-been-going-on-at-ikwita-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108962187359049622</id><published>2004-07-12T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T04:44:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All of that exploring just to put a little pepper in your shaker...Well, anyways, I'm reading this book entitled "1421: The Year China Discovered America" by Gavin Menzies a deeply fascinating book that provides evidence for the title assertion. I've always been interested in alternative history...that is...history being different from what is supposedly common knowledge. Let's take Christopher</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108962187359049622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108962187359049622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108962187359049622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108962187359049622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/07/all-of-that-exploring-just-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108952905993320092</id><published>2004-07-11T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T02:57:39.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AIM Profile Field GuideUnless you live under a rock, you probably have AIM. Most people also have an AIM profile. They tend to fall into the following categories:The Straight Info ProfileCharacteristics: Gives you name, address, contact info, email address, etc....no foolin' aroundExample: John Jones         432 Super Main Street         Funkytown, ZN 44544         Office: 44-3455</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108952905993320092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108952905993320092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108952905993320092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108952905993320092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/07/aim-profile-field-guide-unless-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108689855869211653</id><published>2004-06-10T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T16:15:58.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is like a freeway chase in Los Angeles. You keep driving towards something, but for some reason, you see the same Exxon over and over.In other news, I recently overcame a bad sunburn. This thing was like the apocalypse on my skin. The most notable part of this ordeal was a strange "itchy phase" that lasted for about an hour. After I got home from work, I noticed a slight itch on my neck. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108689855869211653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108689855869211653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108689855869211653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108689855869211653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-is-like-freeway-chase-in-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108623574577666964</id><published>2004-06-02T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:11:27.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UCLA screws up Jazz Raggae Festival 04</title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh....it's nice to be home. Back to good old ik-wit-uh. Actually, I'm not home quite yet. And that angers me. But IKWITA is as close to home as I can get for now, so, here I am (yeah, a lot of sense THAT made).Here at UCLA I'm stuck with an interesting situation. We didn't start school this past year until September 26th. Now, compared to my Michiganese and Indianan counteparts, that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108623574577666964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108623574577666964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108623574577666964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108623574577666964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/06/ucla-screws-up-jazz-raggae-festival-04.html' title='UCLA screws up Jazz Raggae Festival 04'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108525897527348085</id><published>2004-05-22T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T16:49:35.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they thinking?</title><summary type='text'>Here's some news article from last week about a satellite that was launched."Viacom and NBC Universal, which is 80 percent owned by General Electric Co., will be among the biggest users of the satellite as they prepare to offer high-definition versions of many standard cable networks, said Bryan McGuirk, senior vice president of domestic satellite service for SES Americom, part of SES Global. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108525897527348085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108525897527348085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108525897527348085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108525897527348085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What are they thinking?'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108511985640930037</id><published>2004-05-21T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T02:13:39.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I don't know WHAT happened with this post...I think this day was made when my brother and I were watching the The Godfather (which we had just purchased for $14.99...an offer we couldn't refuse) and he asked me if our mom  was still at the grocery store. I said "yeah, she is" and he immediately went to the phone to call her on her cell and see if she could pick up some Coca-Cola Classic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108511985640930037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108511985640930037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108511985640930037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108511985640930037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeah-i-dont-know-what-happened-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108500377029889072</id><published>2004-05-19T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T17:57:31.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huff and Puff and BEST. CLASS. EVER.So last month, I scheduled my classes for the next semester of college. I didn't have the best registration time, so I ended up getting a leftover college seminar I'm required to take called "People, Places, and Profits". It sounded cool enough. Everything seemed normal...UNTIL I RECEIVED THIS EMAIL!"Dear students:This note is to alert you that your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108500377029889072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108500377029889072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108500377029889072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108500377029889072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/05/huff-and-puff-and-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108486740152205967</id><published>2004-05-18T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T04:03:21.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch it, this post was sharpened by terroristsYeah, I know it's been a while. Well, now that I finished handling my long absence so well, on to wacky adventures from my life! I recently started working at the fine retail establishment Linens N Things. Whereas most of the employees take care of "linens", I seem to be more involved with "things". For instance, today I was practicing ringing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108486740152205967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108486740152205967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108486740152205967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108486740152205967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/05/watch-it-this-post-was-sharpened-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108292519854957384</id><published>2004-04-25T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T16:52:44.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports this year.</title><summary type='text'>I watch a lot of sports. But I don't watch sports because it's my job, although that would be an amazing job.This school year, I watched sports because there's nothing like:Driving 7 hours to Iowa, seeing an M loss, but still having a great time.Watching the Tigers win their first.....second.....third....and fourth games of the year for the first time since I've been old enough to know what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108292519854957384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294683&amp;postID=108292519854957384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108292519854957384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108292519854957384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/2004/04/sports-this-year.html' title='Sports this year.'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-108094548360987829</id><published>2004-04-02T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:41:38.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new site</title><summary type='text'>What have I doing instead of IKWITA? i don't know.  But now i have an excuse.As of today, my new web venture will be overseeing and maintaining the website for the Maize Rage.   So, have a visit, and tell me what would be a good addition.-simon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/108094548360987829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108094548360987829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/108094548360987829'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107748328189175675</id><published>2004-02-22T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T15:57:29.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"His name was Puma! What was I supposed to do? NOT give a shout-out? Hey Erica!"In a surprising turn of events, I have learned that IKWITA actually has real, tangible FANS! I suppose this is the website equivalent of someone seeing you in the grocery store check-out line and shouting "DUDE! YOU'RE THAT GUY IN THE MOVIE I JUST SAW WHO GOT HIT BY THE CAR!" This post goes out to Erica and Puma. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107748328189175675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107748328189175675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107748328189175675'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107458708081326055</id><published>2004-01-20T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T03:26:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to say something tonight that's been on my mind since winter break. What I'm talking about is a phenomenon we all witness and that I personally experience every December (although last year it was in late November). Gente del mundo, I'm talking about the blatant secularization of Chanukah. See, here's how it went down. A long-ass time ago, the Greeks were trying to kill and convert the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107458708081326055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107458708081326055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107458708081326055'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107379200620870861</id><published>2004-01-10T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:35:11.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan Hockey.</title><summary type='text'>Go Blue.  Ohio State came to town.  It was awesome. 3-2 on Friday, 7-1 Tonight.  Every cheer in the book came out tonight.  "Na na na na, na na na na. hey hey hey, you suck!" "Just like football!"  "Sor-e Los-ers!" (upon OSU roughing near the end)  One opposing player, short of stature, was affectionally called a "dirty hobbit".  After many chants toward this player, the Hockey Band helped out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107379200620870861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107379200620870861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107379200620870861'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107368513863499618</id><published>2004-01-09T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:54:02.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics 240 Chapter 22: Charges, Electric Fields, and Blue's Clues.</title><summary type='text'>So we're in Lecture 2 of Physics, and the Professor, who's kinda crazy, is explaing electric fields, and how to draw electric field lines.  So he's going off in his Middle eastern accent "W-W-W-W-We want to looook at the lines.  B-b-b-b-but these lines are sort of abbbbbbbbbstract.  What do they mean?" So then we get a great metaphor.  "I-i-i-i-t is sort of like the children's show Blue's Clues. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107368513863499618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107368513863499618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107368513863499618'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107360961639306548</id><published>2004-01-08T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:55:18.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you happen to come across the magazine rack.</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of dentists, how about the guys who don't need dentists. Hockey players.  So apparently if you pick up this month's American Hockey magazine and flip to page 37, you'll find two pictures of Yost Ice Arena.  Specifically Section 17.  Specifically Me and Jeff.  Right above the headline "Call them inhospitable or just plain hostile, but Michigan fans give the Wolverines a huge home ice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107360961639306548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107360961639306548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107360961639306548'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107360806387583169</id><published>2004-01-08T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:29:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never Say "Gag me!" To A DentistI guess Simon gets to keep his job as IKWITA statistician. Well, tooth and metal locked horns again as I made my regular visit to the dentist. I always seem to have an experience instead of an appointment. Once again, I encountered the problem that all of us seem to have faced. You know what problem I'm talking about. The dentist asks "So! How's school/education</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107360806387583169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107360806387583169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107360806387583169'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107351382391202478</id><published>2004-01-07T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:18:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Back Posts Within 4 days of each other?</title><summary type='text'>I'm astounded. Flabbergasted. Speechless. And very much impressed.  Kevin has actually posted two in a row, without any post by me in the middle to urge him towards another post.  This is a historical occurence! Not since September 15th has one person posted on IKWITA back to back.  (Note: that was me. And it was back to back to back to back, thank you very much) You'd have to go back another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107351382391202478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107351382391202478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107351382391202478'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107347611186628384</id><published>2004-01-07T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T06:50:12.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Resolved</title><summary type='text'>A New Year ResolvedWell, it seems that my winter break has slipped by faster than a hog escaping a bacon fate. When I was recently getting my haircut, the lady snipping away at me asked what my New Year's resolution was. Now, I'm not a fan of being put on the spot. Here I am trying to enjoy a good whack while reading her State of California Cosmetology License and she has the nerve to ask what I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107347611186628384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107347611186628384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107347611186628384'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107310614606651496</id><published>2004-01-03T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T00:04:01.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Writer Kevin Curran Reportedly Turns Down "Inkling" Offer</title><summary type='text'>Staff Writer Kevin Curran Reportedly Turns Down "Inkling" OfferIKWITA Staff Writer and amateur paranormal investigator Kevin Curran was allegedly offered a position aboard "The Inkling" an upstart blog-based website that insiders have hailed as the next, well, IKWITA. "Kevin won't be going anywhere" said IKWITA Webmaster and universal genius Simon Roberts at a press conference held earlier </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107310614606651496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107310614606651496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107310614606651496'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-107223071097599693</id><published>2003-12-23T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:53:13.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rick Reilly's latestI love when he writes these.  Best sports articles everJust thought I'd share (from sports illustrated)He was a UPS truck of a man, 6'4", maybe 250 pounds, 55 years old, with a chin you could use to crack open coconuts. He waited until the end of my little speech and then stood there in front of the podium, his eyes rimmed red with tears. No words would come to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/107223071097599693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107223071097599693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/107223071097599693'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106902336649337256</id><published>2003-11-16T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T17:56:56.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody's Pulling the Strings Around HereWell good day all! Contrary to what you may think, the lag in IKWITA posting is in no way indicative of the number of wacky exploits I've encountered in college.  From this day on, I will be careful to document every such instance with the fine journalistic endeavor you have come to expect from IKWITA. Right now, I'm reading this book called "The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106902336649337256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106902336649337256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106902336649337256'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106900955174611109</id><published>2003-11-16T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:06:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again.No, hunting season hasn't started quite yet.  No, the Christmas decorations haven't started going up yet (although they are already available in stores)It's time for THE GAME. It's not "the game", or the "the big game" or "the game that matters a lot".  It's THE GAME.Teams like UCLA, Michigan State, Notre Dame, and Nebraska have fallen by the wayside.  In fact</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106900955174611109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106900955174611109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106900955174611109'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106784595517011109</id><published>2003-11-03T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T02:52:48.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>N O T E   W A R S ! ! !</title><summary type='text'>Yes! We were just kidding....whoa... Is there an echo in here?At any rate, here we are, back again. And, for your pleasure, I have a brand new article.So check it out. Here in the UCLA Marching Band, we have a time-honored tradition during the bus rides to the ROSE BOWL (remember those 2 words, you'll see me there on January 1), we have Note Wars. Maybe I should have started this with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106784595517011109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106784595517011109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106784595517011109'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106719480886904824</id><published>2003-10-26T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:00:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's right.....alarming stories from the front lines! Fair and balanced! Ignore that area off the side of your pelvis because we're what's really hip!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106719480886904824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106719480886904824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106719480886904824'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106706269841809957</id><published>2003-10-25T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:18:20.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes. We were just fooling you.  To see how many of you have become addicted to our page.  Through complicated statistical probablilty studies, we have determined that 12.24% of our readers are clinically dependent on IKWITA, so I guess it's kinda sucked for you that it hasn't been new.  In other stories, Arnold won. And Michigan plays Purdue today, so thats cool.Yeah, maybe we'll be back this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106706269841809957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106706269841809957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106706269841809957'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106697278805530148</id><published>2003-10-24T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T01:19:48.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the part where I open the coffin and yell "AH HA!" YOU THOUGHT IKWITA WAS DEAD! Well, you thought wrong! We're right back at it. I could explain the long absence as a product of college and other leisure pursuits, but I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to tell you that it was all a cheap publicity stunt. Remember all of the hours you wasted reading this site when you should have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106697278805530148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106697278805530148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106697278805530148'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106481345058754182</id><published>2003-09-29T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T01:30:50.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Football is weird.Week 1: Nothing of note.Week 2 : Notre Dame beats Washington State.Week 3: Mchigan crushes Notre DameWeek 4: Oregon takes down Michigan.Week 5: Washington State destroys Oregon.Hmm, that sounds like a circle to me.  Weird.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106481345058754182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106481345058754182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106481345058754182'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106438469893495337</id><published>2003-09-24T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T02:24:58.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I didn't die.....I just went to college! Sorry for the lack of updates for the past month! I am now firmly settled in here at Notre Dame. I'll get the weird ramblings and time-wasting conjectures rolling again in no time. But for today, I'd like to discuss the difference between using asterisks (*) and double commas (::) to denote actions on AIM or in chat rooms. Is there a difference? Does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106438469893495337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106438469893495337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106438469893495337'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106368230108751172</id><published>2003-09-15T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T23:26:16.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess people still read thisBut I haven't written up here much.  Why? Well, it could class.  Or maybe college has worn me to the point of not enough thinking to post.  Or maybe I've spent a lot of time preparing to perform live in front of 111,726 people at Michigan Stadium.  Because yeah, that was awwwwesome.  And 38-0! Who would've guessed!  I'm around though, so we'll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106368230108751172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106368230108751172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106368230108751172'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106306638719176028</id><published>2003-09-08T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T20:13:07.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm IN! the show! on Saturday! vs Notre Dame! excited? eh...just a little! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106306638719176028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106306638719176028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106306638719176028'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106289317673141182</id><published>2003-09-06T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T20:06:16.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SaturdayIt's Michigan.  Notre Dame.  Michigan Stadium.  Between Kevin and I, one of us will be rioting Saturday night.  Just Bring it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106289317673141182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106289317673141182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106289317673141182'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106221072696578192</id><published>2003-08-29T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T22:32:06.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of yearTime for college football.12:10 pm EDT.Michigan Central Michigan Michigan StadiumIt's gonna be awesome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106221072696578192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106221072696578192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106221072696578192'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106199913333938140</id><published>2003-08-27T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T11:45:33.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From NDianaNo, I didn't die....I just went to college! I am now firmly settled in here at Notre Dame and apologize for the lack of updates. Seeing as how the schedule is somewhat busy this week, I'll do my best to throw some amusing things on here regularly. That's bout it.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106199913333938140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106199913333938140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106199913333938140'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106144000577331988</id><published>2003-08-21T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T00:26:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College So FarWake Up.March.Lunch.Music.March.Dinner.March.AIM. Sleep.Exciting ain't it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106144000577331988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106144000577331988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106144000577331988'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106141481062925674</id><published>2003-08-20T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T17:26:50.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Blogs Go To HeavenThis will be my last post before heading off to college! So naturally, it has to include a story about a brush with death.Two days ago, when I was sitting at my computer and looking up the way New York streets are named on www.howstuffworks.com (just for kicks), I noticed something crawl over the edge of my desk right where my lap was. When I looked at it closely, I saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106141481062925674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106141481062925674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106141481062925674'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106135480168437802</id><published>2003-08-20T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:46:41.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WhewThat was Day 1 of Marching Band.  6 hours of rehearsal later, I am tired.  More on this later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106135480168437802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106135480168437802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106135480168437802'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106116204114158576</id><published>2003-08-17T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T01:41:01.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinx, Tap-Tap, and Jinx Fraud</title><summary type='text'>Another whacked-up conversation between Kevin and I...[[[Note to self: what is "whack"???]]]KCKnuckles:  I have to tutor in an hourTrumpetguy84:bro?KCKnuckles:  yepTrumpetguy84:: how much are his parents paying youTrumpetguy84:: ::tee hee hee::KCKnuckles:  not really sure actually...Trumpetguy84:: hahaKCKnuckles:  :-)Trumpetguy84:: let's just say they're putting you through college</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106116204114158576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106116204114158576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106116204114158576'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106101052864933814</id><published>2003-08-16T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T01:08:48.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Can't Beat 'Em.....Half-Scramble Them!I've often been criticized for the way I like my eggs prepared. Hard-boiled, poached, over-easy, over-medium, scrambled, pickled, de-yolked, whipped, beaten, fried, or used as an effective model of a brain on drugs, eggs have always been the backbone of any decent breakfast. Whenever my mom makes eggs, she always asks me "You want them the 'way' you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106101052864933814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106101052864933814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106101052864933814'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106097744101939867</id><published>2003-08-15T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T15:57:19.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IKWITA Fans Disgruntled, Demand UpdatesMISSION VIEJO, CA (AP) -- Fans of the popular website IKWITA.com have swarmed its western regional headquarters in Mission Viejo, protesting the apparent lack of recent updates and fan neglect. "All we want is a little more updating" said long-time reader Earl Smith. "The Web thrives on recent information and when you read a Monday update on Friday, peope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106097744101939867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106097744101939867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106097744101939867'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106064537254376483</id><published>2003-08-11T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:42:52.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Mr. Curran's Campaign Manager for the Gray Davis Recall Election, I must clarify some of the nebulous issues that have been clouding Kevin's choice to run for governor.His Platform: Since his beginnings in politics, Curran has adopted a moderate-liberal stance on most issues. He supports the following...            Double the minimum wage            Guarantee the right of all workers to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106064537254376483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106064537254376483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106064537254376483'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-10605472073030797</id><published>2003-08-10T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T16:26:47.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Second IKWITA Press ConferenceOK, thank you all for coming, there should still be some standing room in back....alright, you there..."Mr. Curran, can you explain why IKWITA can now be reached at IKWITA.com now?"Absolutely not. That question is just completely out of line. Anyone else?"Um, yes, you mentioned in a recent post that you will be running for governor of California. Is this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/10605472073030797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/10605472073030797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/10605472073030797'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106031970420352593</id><published>2003-08-08T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T01:15:04.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst. Post. Ever.At this time, I would like to announce my intention to run for governor of California. Well, now that I got that bit out of the way, here's the rest of the post.Several days ago, on the 6th to be exact, I turned 19 years old. As my uncle so kindly reminded me in a birthday email, I would be legally drinking back in the "good ole' days". Being 19 really doesn't have as many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106031970420352593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106031970420352593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106031970420352593'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106028875168329176</id><published>2003-08-07T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T16:39:41.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The GovernatorThis is cool.  Arnold Schwarzenegger is running in the California governor recall election.  I mean there's lots of weird people running: Larry Flynt (the Hustler magazine guy), Gary Coleman (the short actor guy), some female model who usually doesn't wear many clothes, a guy who's only campaign issue is the legalization of ferrets as pets, and Gallagher, (the watermelon smashing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106028875168329176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106028875168329176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106028875168329176'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106021465062725872</id><published>2003-08-06T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:04:10.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NCAA is stupidI know that Mr. Andrew Coleman (or AC) could rant on this subject all day.  But I won't, because we all know it.  And no, I'm not just mad because Michigan basketball has another year of probation after the devil Ed Martin and the now evil Chris Webber and associates have created years of anguish even after they are gone (Martin being dead, and Webber playing the pro ball, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106021465062725872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106021465062725872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106021465062725872'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-106005834063984226</id><published>2003-08-05T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T09:36:11.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>California is crazySo a couple thousand miles away, here in Michigan, I've been following the Gov. Davis recall party over in CA.It's funny.  Apparently he's trying to stall the election now.  His posse thinks its unconstitutional for his name to not appear on the list of replacements....for him.  So it's like "Question 1: Should we recall the Gov?" and you answer "Yeah, get rid of him! He's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/106005834063984226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106005834063984226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/106005834063984226'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105996265111607859</id><published>2003-08-03T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T22:04:11.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IKWITA's First Featured Artist!Have you ever had one of those days where you just picked up a guitar and started playing insane finger-dislocating high-pitched wailing solos? Or realized that, after finishing a book in 15 minutes, that you're a natural talent for speedreading? Or challenged a world reknown chessmaster to a 17 game match and won by 3 games after you read the rules of the game in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105996265111607859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105996265111607859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105996265111607859'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105986138111499117</id><published>2003-08-02T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T17:56:20.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Really Need to Get A LifeIt may interest you to learn that President Warren G. Harding died on this date in 1923, 80 years ago. Feeling ill for the majority of a west coast train swing, Harding told his wife he was going to go take a nap in his hotel room in San Francisco. He died soon after. However, his death is shrouded in mystery. Still reeling from the effects of the disastrous Teapot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105986138111499117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105986138111499117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105986138111499117'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105985429754346740</id><published>2003-08-02T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T15:58:17.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been so busy!Sorry, about not posting, I was able to take a bit of time to fix the domain so that you can now get here via IKWITA.com, but haven't had the time to post. I mean I've been really busy since I got back from Indianapolis....For example:Last night we had to get all ready to go to American Wedding, (American Pie 3 for those non-TV, non-movie preview watchers)...I mean getting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105985429754346740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105985429754346740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105985429754346740'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105980846447326987</id><published>2003-08-02T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T03:14:24.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, believe it or not, I spent one hour writing a post to put here on IKWITA. However, upon reading it, I decided that it was the most inconsistent, incoherent, blatant piece of digital libel I had ever had the horrific disatisfaction of reading and promptly deleted the entire thing. In it, I provided commentary on Brian's last post, pointing out why he was wrong and why he was right. That was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105980846447326987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105980846447326987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105980846447326987'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105968427671001557</id><published>2003-07-31T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:44:36.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! IKWITA.com. Now that's amazing. Who would have thought that a bunch of college freshmen could put up such a good fight? But, enough with the self-glorification.I want to enlighten you all regarding an epiphany I actually reached quite a while ago, but have never had the urge to put down in words, until now: THe only thing that matters in choosing a college - location and environment.It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105968427671001557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105968427671001557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105968427671001557'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105966392237888945</id><published>2003-07-31T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T11:05:22.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, IKWITA's been up and down, and we're on a little break, while I get it moved to IKWITA.com, but we'll still post here until then, just sporadically.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105966392237888945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105966392237888945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105966392237888945'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105945883947067892</id><published>2003-07-29T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T11:05:43.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IKWITA.COM - It's Coming....I purchased the domain a few minutes ago.Theres nothing there yet. But Juice from FP is helping me out, and it'll be up soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105945883947067892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105945883947067892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105945883947067892'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105934982556187465</id><published>2003-07-27T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T19:50:25.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home! Again!I had a great time on The Super Band Road Trip!.  We went out to South Bend first to go to Woodwind and Brasswind, the really big music store, where I discovered that electric drum kits are really fun and the new electric keyboards sound really good.  There was also this room that no one went in, full of really expensive recording equipment that was really cool.  The awesome part </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105934982556187465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105934982556187465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105934982556187465'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105910764730442097</id><published>2003-07-25T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T00:34:07.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, I finally figured out the purpose of commercials! That is, aside from advertising. They're free instructions on how to use products! Here's what I could gather....Cars: Cars are to be driven only on winding mountain roads, preferably along North Carolina's Blue Ridge Parkway. Under no circumstances will you ever even think about taking your car into traffic or populated areas. If, for some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105910764730442097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105910764730442097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105910764730442097'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105908621913054957</id><published>2003-07-24T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T18:36:59.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry about the delay folks.  After posting funny pictures twice a day for like a week, I'm burnt out.  Give me a couple (and the other guys too) and we'll be right back producing exciting content here at IKWITA.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105908621913054957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105908621913054957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105908621913054957'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105882489477680211</id><published>2003-07-21T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T18:01:34.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> World War IINever ever, ever give up!That's my Photoshop motto!Click hereIn other news, I leave tomorrow morning to head back to Michigan.  I've had much fun here with all my friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105882489477680211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105882489477680211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105882489477680211'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105873921795663344</id><published>2003-07-20T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T01:53:24.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The First Whatever This Site Is Called SurveySo the three of us were hanging out the other night. Simon and I had already learned that we pronounced "IKWITA" differently. It did come as a surprise, however, when Brian said "eye-kwit-tah".  So, to clear up the issue once and for all, IKWITA is going to be taking a poll of how YOU, the readers, pronounce the name of this site! Here's how it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105873921795663344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105873921795663344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105873921795663344'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105872859499641864</id><published>2003-07-20T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T15:19:46.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call me butter, cuz I'm on a roll!Ok, ok, this might be the last one.  But it won't be.  SEE IT HERE."I'll be there for you!(When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you!(Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too)"And, I'm sitting next to Jennifer Aniston, so that's pretty cool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105872859499641864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105872859499641864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105872859499641864'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105872823533342357</id><published>2003-07-20T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T15:10:35.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, I can explain. See, I had this idea to make a spoof of Goodfellas with the three of us in it to shamelessly promote IKWITA. Of course, in the hands of someone as powerful as Webmaster Simon, it didn't end there. The California air has made Simon a little itchy with the Photoshop trigger finger and the result(s) can be seen proudly displayed below. Simon is now on what analyists call a "roll".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105872823533342357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105872823533342357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105872823533342357'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105867974548149084</id><published>2003-07-20T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T01:42:25.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Turn the lights off, carry me home, na na na na na naFrom Movie Star to Sports great, the IKWITA guys move into the music world!Move over Mark, Tom, and Travis, because it's Simon, Kevin, and Brian!We'll be releasing our first album Mingo in the Closet with the hit song "With Dirty Socks!" in late September.  Look for it in discount second hand record shops everywhere! (What? There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105867974548149084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105867974548149084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105867974548149084'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105865632376282510</id><published>2003-07-19T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T19:14:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White Guys can play ball!In addition to starring in your favorite movies, the IKWITA guys can also regularly be found on the hard court, shooting hoops against the best in the NBA.In case you were wondering, Kevin is a Zen Master, Simon is 7' 1" tall and 315lbs, and the prosecutors will probably find Brian innocent of any charges.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105865632376282510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105865632376282510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105865632376282510'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105852005925761158</id><published>2003-07-18T05:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T05:20:59.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can undoubtedly see, we're really having fun with Photoshop. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105852005925761158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105852005925761158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105852005925761158'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105851857036194281</id><published>2003-07-18T04:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T04:56:10.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photoshop Part DeuxWe are friends, or "amigos" if you will.  And yes, there are three (or tres) of us.  Meaning we are the Three Amigos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105851857036194281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105851857036194281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105851857036194281'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105842859196582460</id><published>2003-07-17T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T03:59:31.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generosity and Perfection Are Your Assets- And They ShowThe IKWITA gang convened today at 2200 hours.  Here was the team picture.  And oh yeah, that title was Kevin's fortune cookie today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105842859196582460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105842859196582460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105842859196582460'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105839747028868669</id><published>2003-07-16T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:18:21.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mall</title><summary type='text'>They re-did the mall while I was gone.  Here's the sign at the entrance.  I find it to be funny.  You'll notice my name is in the upper right corner.  That's because I own it.Click on the picture for a bigger view if you can't read the words.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105839747028868669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105839747028868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105839747028868669'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105837327302389646</id><published>2003-07-16T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T12:35:11.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><summary type='text'>I made it.  Pretty easily too.  Even security wasn't too bad.  I put the stuff on the little conveyor, went through the metal dectector, and the guy said "ok".  So I picked up my bag, and kinda walked out.  Meanwhile, thers people swabbing shoes for bomb material, people getting the patdown, guys taken to secret rooms for the "secret search".  And I just kinda kept walking.  Going down the stairs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105837327302389646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105837327302389646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105837327302389646'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105837220292738655</id><published>2003-07-16T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T12:16:42.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Potayto, PotahtoWell, it didn't take more than 20 minutes with Simon before we realized that we pronounce the acronym for this website....differently! I started throwing around "ICK-WIH-TAH", but he would say "ICK-WEE-TAH"! Ah, the modern miracle of internet communication....anyways, as we sit here less than ten feet from each other, both using the exact same type of computer, trying to post on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105837220292738655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105837220292738655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105837220292738655'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105828109448969609</id><published>2003-07-15T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:58:14.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IKWITA News..."you hear it here (crazy music) ...first"</title><summary type='text'>CNN.com reports TODAY this headline in the Tech section "Google gag becomes big hit"Yeah.  Cool.  I found that on July 4th.  That's 11 days ago.  I bet they came on IKWITA and stole my news.  Figures.  Maybe we should look into a copyright.  That'd be fun.  And ever time you say "IKWITA" you'd have to add "IKWITA is a registered trademark of IKWITA, Inc. and I'm not using it to sell anything.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105828109448969609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105828109448969609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105828109448969609'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105823228972069474</id><published>2003-07-14T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T21:24:49.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First phone numbers, now Name anagrams!</title><summary type='text'>From the people that brought me PhoneSpeller comes: Anagrams!By switching letters in peoples names, you get such fun anagrams as (these are the most notable among many)Simon Roberts: "mobster? no sir!" "no brim stores"Elizabeth Hunt (works better than Betsy): Zenith blue hat, or "Haul it, the benz"Andy Strasburg: Nasty Bar DrugsKevin Curran: Curve in RankBrian Rosenbaum: Submarine Baron</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105823228972069474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105823228972069474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105823228972069474'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105821522662196285</id><published>2003-07-14T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T16:40:26.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts: The Best Double Negative EverSpeaking of Ghostbusters, it might interest IKWITA readers to learn that back in 1984, when the Ghostbusters movie first came out, the number actually existed! Courtesy the Internet Movie Database:In the middle of the film's initial release, to keep interest going, Ivan Reitman had a trailer run, which was basically the commercial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105821522662196285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105821522662196285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105821522662196285'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105813785563578810</id><published>2003-07-13T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T20:51:22.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Game</title><summary type='text'>No, not the silly 3rd grade telephone game where people start with one word but it changes due to either auditory incompetence or the silly kid who thinks it's funny to change "Disneyworld" into "doodoo".  This phone game is about figuring what words can be made out of someones phone number.  I mean we all know how call it is to have a phone that spells BATMAN or GHOSTBUSTERS, but we aren't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105813785563578810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105813785563578810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105813785563578810'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105804068778482786</id><published>2003-07-12T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T16:11:27.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For Those of You Just Joining Us Here On Channel 4, Los Angeles..."The day before yester, I had the opportunity to witness a timeless Southern California tradition--a POLICE CHASE! Now, everyone else in the country is usually asking, "What is with those people in LA? They always have a police chase...ain't nobody never heard of manners before?!" (as they brandish a shotgun). Well, my theory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105804068778482786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105804068778482786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105804068778482786'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-1057859926245024</id><published>2003-07-10T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T13:58:46.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Dork Status</title><summary type='text'>I needed to reaffirm my band dork status.  I think it has been done.  Last night, I was able to access the members-only section of the Michigan Marching Band website (after my orientation, they gave me access) They have sheet music for me.  Like "Temptation", "Hawaiian War Chant", "Blues Brothers", "M Fanfare", and of course, the greatest fight song in the history of college sports, "The Victors"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1057859926245024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/1057859926245024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/1057859926245024'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105771068122339382</id><published>2003-07-08T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T20:31:21.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clutch Play of the DaySo our house is being invaded by ants right....we call Hydrex Pest Control to settle the problem. Well, Augie the Bug Killer comes to our house and starts spraying everything down like a Ghostbuster sprays concentrated nuclear spector disassemblage waves at ghosts, then makes his way to my room. He douses the corners and cracks with ant-death poison. I pointed out an ant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105771068122339382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105771068122339382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105771068122339382'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105770567538237928</id><published>2003-07-08T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T19:09:17.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Auto response from *************: rtom. vs;; ,r ejrm upi hry s drvpmf@ I messaged one of my friends just now and received the preceding away message. Now, let's try to make sense of it. Clearly, this message concerns one R. Tom. R. Tom must be a competitor as he is fighting or engaging in competitive activities with Rejrm, who appears to be Norwegian. So, we have R. Tom vs. Rejrm. R. Tom must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105770567538237928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105770567538237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105770567538237928'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105770071701809322</id><published>2003-07-08T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T17:45:16.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home...but only for a week</title><summary type='text'>I'm back from my orientation really far away at the University of Michigan.  Yes, while some new students were coming from nearby cities like Detroit, Grand Rapids, Cleveland, and some were coming from not-so-far-away places like New York City, Boston, and Dallas, I had a really long trip.  10 minutes in a car.  yeah.  I met some cool new people who I will now not see for nearly 2 months so I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105770071701809322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105770071701809322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105770071701809322'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105764510041910456</id><published>2003-07-08T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T02:18:20.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Entry After the Gopher/Groundhog/Mole Clarification EntryI just got a webcam today! It hasn't been working really well with AIM, but if you're really keen (YES! I USED THAT WORD!) on seeing me, go download MSN Messenger really quick and we can get a little video conference action going. It's really cool! I guess that's all I have to say about that. Also, the best way to stop the sale of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105764510041910456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105764510041910456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105764510041910456'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105744184189421483</id><published>2003-07-05T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T17:59:02.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kevin's Mammalia Mix-up Afternoon TaskKCKnuckles:  so what's the difference between a gopher, a groundhog, and a mole?KCKnuckles: that is my task for this afternoonsimonsays927: one is the minnesota mascot (golden variety), one tells you when spring will be here, and the other is a spyKCKnuckles: ok, new task...simonsays927: that was easy wasn't itKCKnuckles: I thought it was.....difficult</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105744184189421483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105744184189421483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105744184189421483'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105744057326444152</id><published>2003-07-05T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T17:30:23.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Use Some Frogs In This Room</title><summary type='text'>Could Use Some Frogs In This RoomSomething just occurred to me today as my eyes were flooding with reality when I woke up from my groggy morning stupor. Everything in my room is blue! I have blue walls, blue sheets, blue pillows, blue comforter, blue telephone, blue Palm Pilot, blue Nokia cell phone, blue yearbooks, blue accentuation on my computer, blue Sparkletts water bottle, blue toothpaste</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105744057326444152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105744057326444152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105744057326444152'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105734254010292682</id><published>2003-07-04T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T15:07:34.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun trick o' the day"Try this!" (Bill Nye reference there, for those of you who are incapable of understanding my obscure references)Go to www.google.com.  Type "weapons of mass destruction" (no quotation marks) into the search box.Click "I'm feeling lucky"Carefully read what comes up.  It's hilarious.BTW, the results of my poll last night, 6-0 in favor of not wasted.  I'm awaiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105734254010292682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105734254010292682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105734254010292682'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105729264769127515</id><published>2003-07-04T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:41:35.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Down Niagara in a Box So i'm searching around for something to write about, and me and Dagne (that's ryan's sister for those of you scoring at home*****) begin discussing the difference between "Extreme" and "Intense".  She thinks "Intense" would be such activities as white water rafting over a waterfall.  Yes Dagne, that would be intense.  Extreme, on the other hand, would be going over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105729264769127515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105729264769127515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105729264769127515'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105719941392650518</id><published>2003-07-02T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:30:13.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working at IKWITA: The Glory, The Sacrifice, and the Fourth Corner OfficeWell, things at the IKWITA offices have changed a lot since Brian started to actually show up for work. I find myself getting bitter when I move to place my hat on the hat rack, only to see that Brian has already put his there. Also, Brian is using his Executive Staff parking space now too. It's right next to mine and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105719941392650518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105719941392650518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105719941392650518'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105718368602025512</id><published>2003-07-02T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:10:53.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kevin, that exact same thing happened to me. I had my first cavity about 2 months ago, but seriously I remember the guy talking about the "pits", and making a bunch of lame puns about it. Ooh those dentists. But there's this really hot dental assistant who started working there, so it's worth the pain to see Nikki. ooooooh nikki i love when you play around in my mouth. hot dentists are extra sexy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105718368602025512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105718368602025512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105718368602025512'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105717468503010015</id><published>2003-07-02T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T15:40:34.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kevin Gets Filled InI went to the dentist a week ago on Monday. It was the usual pain and discomfort, and, towards the end of my little plaque purging session, the dentist came to look at my now gleaming teeth. After the usual shoulder-punching and "Where you going to college?", he started to poke my teeth as if he were interrogating or torturing them into telling him if I had any problems. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105717468503010015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105717468503010015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105717468503010015'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105709130769786734</id><published>2003-07-01T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:28:27.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and, yeah, i forgot one thing - I agree, Simon, you are a nerd.Peace out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105709130769786734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105709130769786734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105709130769786734'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105709123971460669</id><published>2003-07-01T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:27:19.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Props to Simon.Personally, I really don't care what I got on my APs. The way I see it, AP Exams are just another way to put geniuses who get all 5's in the spotlight and cast a shadow onto those of us who will, indeed, pass every test (3 or higher), but not achieve the 5.0 average (or 4.875, int case of Mr. Roberts). For example, myself. Here are my scores thus far: Bio: 3, Euro: 3, Stats: 4, US</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105709123971460669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105709123971460669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105709123971460669'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105703627867539938</id><published>2003-07-01T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T01:11:18.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being the nerd that I am, I just called AP to get my scores, as they've been available for 55minutes now.  Why call? Well, my orientation at Michigan is next week, so I wanted to be certain on the scores so I can get the right credits and classes for the fall.  $15 for an automated voice to read me 4 numbers, sounds like a rip off to me.  But, rest assured, 5's across the board.  So i'll sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105703627867539938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105703627867539938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105703627867539938'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105695723860399599</id><published>2003-06-30T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T03:13:58.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear readers, for as long as I can remember, at every formal or semi-formal event, I, along with every other manifestation of the XY genotype, has had to wear a necktie. Now, you ladies out there might be saying: "Shut the hell up! You don't have tampons up the wazoo (literally), bobby pins poking your scalp, or stiletto heels." Well, that may be all well and true, but the fact still remains - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105695723860399599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105695723860399599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105695723860399599'/><author><name>brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799341589113427621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105694270858719476</id><published>2003-06-29T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T23:11:48.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so my brother invited a whole bunch of his friends over today to work on a video they're going to film. It's called "Back to Bum Country: Bum Country 2" and it's the sequel to their award-winning 8th grade production "Bum Country". This is an amazing movie. Kids vanish, get chased through the woods, and all of that good stuff (sounds kind of like most summer camps).  Anyways, these guys </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105694270858719476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105694270858719476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105694270858719476'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105686725632331035</id><published>2003-06-29T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T02:14:16.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am completely incompetent at playing modified water polo.  We kinda made up this game tonight at the final graduation party of 2003 for me, where it was like ultimate frisbee, kinda, with a volleyball, in the pool.  My arms got so tired after like 15 minutes, and I could barely make it to the wall.  I mean, I can run 3.1 miles in 17:26 (ok, so that was back in fall, but I could still do it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105686725632331035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105686725632331035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105686725632331035'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105683367646629051</id><published>2003-06-28T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T16:54:36.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It came by o'er thar likem wunna dem scurimen banshees let me tellya...yipyellin this'n an that'n an I sez "Ma! C'mere lookit dis banshee!" Ma sezto me her sez, "Willy, git yer gun!" and I sez, "Ma I ain't gon be shootin no scurmin banshee in de halfda county no missin the sheriff!" Ba Ma sez, "Willy I wunna been lookin at you done shot you halucinitatin gum flabber!"Yeah, I don't know either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105683367646629051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105683367646629051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105683367646629051'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105666468899534910</id><published>2003-06-26T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T18:01:13.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes coincidence just has to be cast aside. I was goofing around this afternoon and my phone suddenly made its familiar obnoxious ring. It was someone from the Notre Dame financial aid office asking for my driver's license number because I had apparently neglected to fill it out on the registration form. "No problem!" I said. I got the license and gave them the number. Easy! So I go back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105666468899534910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105666468899534910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105666468899534910'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-105663298517135862</id><published>2003-06-26T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T09:09:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No posts yesterday, Blogger was down to install a new version on the servers.  But rest assured, now we're back.I'll come up with something real good later, but for starters:Kevin, it's people like you who created the huge need for self-scan registers.  If Borders (based in Ann Arbor, I've been to the original, btw) had self-scan, you wouldn't have to worry about such conflicting titles.  And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/105663298517135862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105663298517135862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/105663298517135862'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488287698857803993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-5294683.post-96003044</id><published>2003-06-24T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T23:35:20.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm at Borders, right, waltzing around the shelves like I owned the place, when I suddenly became aware of the sheer irony in my hands. ("Here we go again...." you say) After browsing the store for about an hour, I noticed that I held two particularly contrasting books in my arms. During the course of my shopping, I had somehow managed to pick up "Unexplained Phenomenon of the 20th Century" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowwhatimtalkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/96003044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/96003044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294683/posts/default/96003044'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00536703833095772684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
