<?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-5714231</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:38:20.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nlog</title><subtitle type='html'>[description comes here, but who cares ...]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-1527465796226018350</id><published>2008-03-25T01:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:04:56.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why o why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iVf_R_gdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xef5QSkItD8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iVf_R_gdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xef5QSkItD8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181555748085137874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iVX_R_gcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IliCPsfQ9lk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iVX_R_gcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IliCPsfQ9lk/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181555610646184386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iTT_R_gbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tuagyATFmg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iTT_R_gbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tuagyATFmg/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181553342903452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Google read people's minds? If it is attempting to do so, it *might* not be reading mine right. But it is nevertheless interesting to see what Google suggests when you type "why".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the question of "Why did I get married?" the most asked why question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other question keywords also bring up interesting results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-1527465796226018350?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/1527465796226018350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=1527465796226018350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/1527465796226018350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/1527465796226018350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-o-why.html' title='Why o why'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/R-iVf_R_gdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xef5QSkItD8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-5168401407198656971</id><published>2007-08-30T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:33:08.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why should mobile software cost so much</title><content type='html'>A simple notepad application is not packaged default with Windows Mobile. How much does it cost to get one of them, $14.95.&lt;br /&gt;How much would it cost if you were using a Windows Vista/XP to find a notepad application, typically free.&lt;br /&gt;So why the disparity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few theories, but as always they are my theories and hold little water (or gas) :)&lt;br /&gt;1. The customer base for Mobile software is much smaller than that of desktops/laptops&lt;br /&gt;2. The mobile OS landscape is very segmented and there is no single giant market share holder, to make it easier for people to build free applications&lt;br /&gt;3. Probably the OS vendors charge money to provide their API and simulators for people to build software and test them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here are some reasons why, it should be not that difficult to build these applications&lt;br /&gt;1. Mobile applications tend to be simple and not a whole lots of bells and whistles and should not take a man-year to build them&lt;br /&gt;2. Java is available on almost every single smartphone in the market. So, the OS landscape should not matter to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: they still cost a bank. and my question still remains....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-5168401407198656971?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/5168401407198656971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=5168401407198656971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/5168401407198656971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/5168401407198656971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-should-mobile-software-cost-so-much.html' title='why should mobile software cost so much'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-5534568317685098170</id><published>2007-07-12T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:18:38.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought</title><content type='html'>As per &lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkxk9lZZGKCYBJsxXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTExZWpwZHBqBHNlYwNzcgRwb3MDMgRjb2xvA3NrMQR2dGlkAwRsA1dTMQ--/SIG=11ur2up34/EXP=1184360125/**http%3a//www.m-w.com/dictionary/afterthought"&gt;Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; afterthought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Entry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;af·ter·thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pronunciation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"thot&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Function: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; an idea occurring later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; something (as a part or feature) not thought of originally  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; something secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per my definition, afterthoughts are moments of small but annoying pain, realization, moments of clarity. I searched online for afterthought and I do not see any research done on this aspect of human cognizant life.  There are two possibilities of how our civilization could have trodden down this path of apathy towards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afterthought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. May researches considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afterthought&lt;/span&gt; as their topic to spend government and industrial funds aimlessly and as an afterthought did not bother to pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Or may be no one ever considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afterthought&lt;/span&gt; as an interesting topic of discussion. This could only result in someone in afterthought realizing about it, spending their lives on it and right before publishing their results in afterthought about the afterthought chosen to abandon the idea. (read on for why this could have happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I hate afterthoughts and they seem to be following me everywhere I go and popping up in the most simple and inane situations. I also notice that the hatred towards afterthoughts decrease with time. That I think is the key to why so many decisions don't look as bad as they should after having more water down the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, I started out wanting to rant more, but as a prethought, I shall stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-5534568317685098170?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/5534568317685098170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=5534568317685098170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/5534568317685098170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/5534568317685098170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2007/07/afterthought.html' title='Afterthought'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-1191356289222715325</id><published>2007-02-27T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:04:56.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nlog zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/ReRcVvEiYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xBc4TkA792A/s1600-h/1.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/ReRcVvEiYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xBc4TkA792A/s320/1.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036251811789562226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at my blog posts, the page said I had 100 entries. I was shocked, that I had rambled off so much, without anyone caring or wanting me to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I have been quiet and giving the world what it deserves (less of my crap), I set out to plot my trend of how many posts do I have every month. Oh boy, this is what I ended up with. I thought I was better at Excel that I just realized. Had to spend almost ten minutes to get this friggin graph paint, the way I wanted it to. Darn, thats one more thing I "think" I know, but I dont. (someone call me out on my English, but then, I am a fob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its time to shi*, sha** and sha* before I head off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-1191356289222715325?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/1191356289222715325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=1191356289222715325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/1191356289222715325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/1191356289222715325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2007/02/nlog-zeitgeist.html' title='nlog zeitgeist'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSR0-Fyqgcg/ReRcVvEiYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xBc4TkA792A/s72-c/1.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-4406974022222864237</id><published>2007-02-27T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:05:30.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working ..... out......</title><content type='html'>i think its time someone creates a service or a mechanism that lets you think about working out and your body actually gets some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i certainly would be the first subscriber (if no one beats me to it, which has never happened to me...., i am a nice guy, so i tend to finish last and start late as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up at 7am, but did not really get off from my bed for an hour. i was thinking about working out. wow, i feel so fresh already. if i had this new new mechanism, i could have run a few miles and benched a few pounds (definition of few: an indefinite but relatively small number;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, i have to go out to work out. which is something i swore i would do this year, but i live in this alternative world on a far off frozen planet where a year last only a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-4406974022222864237?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/4406974022222864237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=4406974022222864237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/4406974022222864237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/4406974022222864237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-out.html' title='working ..... out......'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-116819508204749886</id><published>2007-01-07T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:38:53.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few movies to watch ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/01/07/arts/07scot600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/01/07/arts/07scot600.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0498380/"&gt;Letters from Iwo Jima&lt;/a&gt; Clint Eastwood, filmmaker has made a World War II movie from the Japanese perspective. I have a natural liking to gray-scale movies, may be because I fit on the darker side of the band. Japanese movies to me like art. more of poetry and play of light, but a movie from the eyes of the quintessential American, would certainly be interesting to watch. Bolstering the story line and the director is a 8.3 on the IMDB rating, though it has only 624 votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Little_miss_sunshine_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/16/Little_miss_sunshine_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449059/"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; A more commercial movie and lot more votes 23,000 of them with an average of 8.1 on IMDB is quite impressive. At the same time, Lord of the Rings has an average of 8.8. I cannot say I like the LOTR movies to rate them that high. Movie based on a dysfunctional family on a road-trip. Steve Carell with his dark beard adds to the darkness in the humour. I particularly like the irony in the name, the poster and the content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/The_Departed_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/The_Departed_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407887/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Departed&lt;/a&gt; "May be yes, May be no, May be go f*** yourself", the screenplay in this movie is absolutely brilliant. A Martin Scorsese movie, should I say anything more? But with a *heavy* starcast, simple plot playing ying-yong with the good and the bad, screenplay and music do not make you realize you just watched a 2:30 hr movie. A couple more quotes from this movie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I? I'm the guy that does his fuckin' job! You must be the other guy!"&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Wahlberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was your age they used to say you could become cops or criminals. What I'm saying to you is this... When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Nicholson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-116819508204749886?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/116819508204749886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=116819508204749886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116819508204749886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116819508204749886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-movies-to-watch.html' title='A few movies to watch ....'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-116289059176457790</id><published>2006-11-07T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:09:51.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What punishment should you give to suicide bombers?</title><content type='html'>That's just one of the questions Ali G asked the former CBI Chief. I don't believe this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get myself to see the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borat"&gt;Borat&lt;/a&gt; movie. Here's one interview of his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8SLdnXxOzE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8SLdnXxOzE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-116289059176457790?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/116289059176457790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=116289059176457790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116289059176457790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116289059176457790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-punishment-should-you-give-to.html' title='What punishment should you give to suicide bombers?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-116266850699032171</id><published>2006-11-04T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:28:27.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory-ous days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/shim18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/400/shim18.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was heading back from Bangalore and the saw an amazing sight during take-off, shadow of the airplane on the cloud surrounded by colored rings. I thought it was first a circular rainbow caused by the airplane by some kind of a diffraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home and later found out that its a totally different and more complicated phenemenon called Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Glories are always directly opposite the sun, centered at the antisolar point and therefore below the horizon except at sunrise and sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for them whenever mist or cloud is beneath you and the sun breaks through to shine on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glories can be seen on mountains and hillsides, from aircraft and in sea fog and even indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are formed when light is scattered backwards by individual water droplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a bright centre but not nearly as bright as the corona's aureole. Their rings are delicately coloured like those of the corona's, blue on the inside changing through greens to red and purple outside. The ring intensities fall off much more slowly than those of the corona and sometimes three or even four rings are visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows converge on the antisolar point and so glories are nearly always accompanied by your shadow or that of the aircraft you are in. When the shadow is grotesquely distorted by perspective it is called a "Brocken spectre". &lt;/blockquote&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.sundog.clara.co.uk/droplets/gloab.htm"&gt;http://www.sundog.clara.co.uk/droplets/gloab.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-116266850699032171?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/116266850699032171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=116266850699032171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116266850699032171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/116266850699032171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/11/glory-ous-days.html' title='Glory-ous days'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115787808135518926</id><published>2006-09-10T04:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:48:01.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blend of blogging and Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>Not sure if you folks have already heard of this news portal &lt;a href="http://english.ohmynews.com/index.asp"&gt;OhMyNews.com&lt;/a&gt;, a Korean startup thats based on citizen journalism providing a different twist to the Wikipedia concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lets commoners like us compile and submit stories about international events and opinions on current events. OhMyNews provides a very professional view of the news content, for a little while I was not sure if this was based on citizen journalism or professional journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that struck me it has an high adoption in major hubs of civilzation and certain not-so hubs such as Lhasa and Tehran. (Later I realized this is highly influenced by local media and reigning political climate). Also there is absolutely no significant representation from the world's biggest democracy. &lt;a href="http://www.buzztracker.org/"&gt;http://www.buzztracker.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if some of you are itching to write or want to write about India, it might help (however small) the imbalance that Kabul is third on the top ten news locations in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *  New York (10%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Washington (06%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Kabul (05%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Khartoum (05%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Tehran (04%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Hong Kong (04%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Toronto (04%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Chicago (03%)&lt;br /&gt;    * London (02%)&lt;br /&gt;    * Baghdad (02%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Buzztracker.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115787808135518926?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115787808135518926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115787808135518926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115787808135518926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115787808135518926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/09/blend-of-blogging-and-wikipedia.html' title='Blend of blogging and Wikipedia'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115786900811934399</id><published>2006-09-10T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:16:48.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am searching for a shoe that looks like this....</title><content type='html'>if you have a question such as this, what would you do? where would you start? &lt;br /&gt;online, if you know the make/model of the product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you do not know more details and only have a visual image of how it should or does look like? you would not think of searching for it online, nah, you rather ask your friends. hopefully not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had come across a internet service a few months back which when i saw blew my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riya.com"&gt;riya.com&lt;/a&gt; led by Munjal Shah, would let you upload pictures to their website, like snapfish or anyone else. no biggie. the difference however was that they would recognize the people and objects in the pictures automatically (you had to train the tool and assign names to your friends initially). this in my mind was mind-blowing. how can you recognize a pattern of pixels and know who that person is? now &lt;a href="http://www.riya.com"&gt;riya.com&lt;/a&gt; is taken it to the next level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold riya 2.0 and the visual search. the features of new portal are fantastic. yet another amazing idea and hopefully they execute it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a link to the ceo's blog, explaining a lot about the new features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://munjal.typepad.com/recognizing_deven/2006/07/riya_20_roadmap.html"&gt;http://munjal.typepad.com/recognizing_deven/2006/07/riya_20_roadmap.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most impressive/radical part of their strategy of disclosing all about their new product, well before its out. quoting the ceo, "We just believe inclusiveness and transparency beat paranoia and fear everytime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://munjal.typepad.com/recognizing_deven/images/homepage4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://munjal.typepad.com/recognizing_deven/images/homepage4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115786900811934399?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115786900811934399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115786900811934399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115786900811934399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115786900811934399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-searching-for-shoe-that-looks.html' title='i am searching for a shoe that looks like this....'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115401672534760304</id><published>2006-07-27T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:12:05.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chanakya quotes</title><content type='html'>Some quotes supposedly of Chanakya, that I got in an email forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and&lt;br /&gt;  Honest people are screwed first."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC 75&lt;br /&gt;   BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Even  if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350&lt;br /&gt;     BC-275 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. !&lt;br /&gt;  It will destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There  is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no&lt;br /&gt;     friendship without  self-interests. This is a bitter truth."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350&lt;br /&gt;     BC-275 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Before you start  some work, always ask yourself three questions -&lt;br /&gt;  Why  am I doing it, What the  results might be and Will I be successful.&lt;br /&gt;  Only  when&lt;br /&gt;  you think deeply and find  satisfactory answers to these questions, go&lt;br /&gt;  ahead."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "As  soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "The  world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Once  you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure&lt;br /&gt;     and don't abandon  it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The  fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;     But the goodness  of a person spreads in all direction."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "God  is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is&lt;br /&gt;  your temple."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "A  man is great by deeds, not by birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Never make  friends with people who are above or below you in status.&lt;br /&gt;  Such friendships will  never give you any happiness."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Treat  your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next&lt;br /&gt;  five years, scold  them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a&lt;br /&gt;  friend. Your grown up  children are your best friends."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Books are as  useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a&lt;br /&gt;  blind person."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Education  is the best friend. An educated person is respected&lt;br /&gt;  everywhere. Education beats  the beauty and the youth."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;   BC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115401672534760304?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115401672534760304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115401672534760304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115401672534760304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115401672534760304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/chanakya-quotes_27.html' title='chanakya quotes'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115401651741433644</id><published>2006-07-27T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:08:37.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chanakya quotes</title><content type='html'>Some quotes supposedly of Chanakya, that I got in an email forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and&lt;br /&gt;  Honest people are screwed first."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC 75&lt;br /&gt;   BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Even  if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350&lt;br /&gt;     BC-275 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. !&lt;br /&gt;  It will destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There  is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no&lt;br /&gt;     friendship without  self-interests. This is a bitter truth."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350&lt;br /&gt;     BC-275 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Before you start  some work, always ask yourself three questions -&lt;br /&gt;  Why  am I doing it, What the  results might be and Will I be successful.&lt;br /&gt;  Only  when&lt;br /&gt;  you think deeply and find  satisfactory answers to these questions, go&lt;br /&gt;  ahead."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "As  soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "The  world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Once  you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure&lt;br /&gt;     and don't abandon  it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The  fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;     But the goodness  of a person spreads in all direction."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "God  is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is&lt;br /&gt;  your temple."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;     BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "A  man is great by deeds, not by birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Never make  friends with people who are above or below you in status.&lt;br /&gt;  Such friendships will  never give you any happiness."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Treat  your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next&lt;br /&gt;  five years, scold  them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a&lt;br /&gt;  friend. Your grown up  children are your best friends."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Books are as  useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a&lt;br /&gt;  blind person."&lt;br /&gt;     Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;  BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Education  is the best friend. An educated person is respected&lt;br /&gt;  everywhere. Education beats  the beauty and the youth."&lt;br /&gt;  Chanakya quotes (Indian  politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275&lt;br /&gt;   BC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115401651741433644?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115401651741433644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115401651741433644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115401651741433644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115401651741433644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/chanakya-quotes.html' title='chanakya quotes'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115345639427488064</id><published>2006-07-21T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:33:14.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Kid playing Pool Billiards</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-807630768371916703" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Amazing Kid playing Pool Billiards.  &lt;br /&gt;This guy is unbelievable, when I was age, English only meant the language, actually till a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115345639427488064?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115345639427488064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115345639427488064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115345639427488064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115345639427488064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing-kid-playing-pool-billiards.html' title='Amazing Kid playing Pool Billiards'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115345628953365320</id><published>2006-07-21T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:19:14.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how green is grass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8812207790843764206" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Did not know they have such ads.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115345628953365320?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115345628953365320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115345628953365320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115345628953365320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115345628953365320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-green-is-grass.html' title='how green is grass?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115310699629289882</id><published>2006-07-16T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:29:56.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my kind of an appetite</title><content type='html'>Scorpions, skewered alive, then dropped in boiling oil, where they cook almost instantly. Very crunchy on the outside, yet smooth in the middle and they smell of the rather elderly oil they were cooked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/06/programmes_food_for_thought/img/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried frogs, steeped in hot water to make a sort of stew or infusion and fed to sick children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/06/programmes_food_for_thought/img/7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I whet your appetite? here is the entire article on &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/06/programmes_food_for_thought/html/1.stm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115310699629289882?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115310699629289882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115310699629289882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115310699629289882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115310699629289882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-kind-of-appetite.html' title='my kind of an appetite'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115294408933020556</id><published>2006-07-15T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:14:49.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont work too hard at your job</title><content type='html'>Dont work too hard at your job, you might get dinged for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what happened to this Chief Promotion Office, dint know a position like this one existed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060714/ap_on_fe_st/coors_dui;_ylt=Am_Wx8hmICjL40Yoh1l.v7wsQE4F;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115294408933020556?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115294408933020556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115294408933020556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115294408933020556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115294408933020556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-work-too-hard-at-your-job.html' title='Dont work too hard at your job'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115220533781521121</id><published>2006-07-06T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:02:17.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best BMW M5 commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" id="VideoPlayback" quality="best" salign="TL" scale="noScale" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=9075996328985295135" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Keep you wondering what they are going to do and how they will compare the M5 to the fastest car on earth. Really nice job.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115220533781521121?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115220533781521121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115220533781521121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115220533781521121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115220533781521121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-bmw-m5-commercial.html' title='Best BMW M5 commercial'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115096047572805173</id><published>2006-06-22T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:14:35.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>instant messaging</title><content type='html'>instant messaging has been a boon to me. mostly.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to mail or call anyone for little things and to have short conversations. sometimes long too. i might sound too anachronic with this blog, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the niceties for me with messaging are:&lt;br /&gt;1. you dont need to respond to anyone, you can claim you dint see it. always be invisible or appear offline, so no one knows when you are around and when you are not.&lt;br /&gt;so, it goes without saying, i hate messengers which give out, if i am online or offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you can start conversations without t usual "hi, hello, how are you doing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and to close a conversation, you gotto exchange a few lines, after which you can say "nice, good" and give long pauses in between replies. and volla close t window and you are done.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like all those goodbye rituals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...... i think i will stop myself from boring others to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115096047572805173?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115096047572805173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115096047572805173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115096047572805173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115096047572805173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/06/instant-messaging.html' title='instant messaging'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-115095977031115174</id><published>2006-06-22T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:02:50.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rusty</title><content type='html'>i have not blogged for such a long time that my fingertips have turned blue without any creative use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of these news articles are my creation anyway. but its a good read. and who would even conceive these bizzare stories unless they were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more at &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=index&amp;cid=816"&gt;Yahoo Odd News&lt;/a&gt; wonder how I can get even with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060621/ap_on_fe_st/thailand_snoring_thief;_ylt=AmzFaE.nkgdJiB7oWArH10gsQE4F;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--"&gt;Beer burglar's snoring leads police to him &lt;/a&gt;Wed Jun 21,  5:05 PM ET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="timedate"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;        BANGKOK, Thailand - A burglar who broke into a small grocery shop in northern Thailand was caught after he hid under the store owner's bed, drank a few beers and started snoring, police said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul class="headlines addsumm addimg"&gt;&lt;li class="clearfix"&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060621/ap_on_fe_st/doughnut_dog;_ylt=Ak0pfBLw0sg85NONt4G4w9MsQE4F;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--"&gt;Dog craving doughnuts blamed for fire&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="timedate"&gt;Tue Jun 20, 10:01 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIDGEFIELD, Wash. - A dog with a craving for doughnuts was blamed for starting a house fire in this city north of Vancouver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clearfix"&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060621/ap_on_fe_st/geriatric_love_triangle;_ylt=ApXd89pooq9mW.s9SKyo5rssQE4F;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--"&gt;Geriatric love triangle murder case opens&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="timedate"&gt;Tue Jun 20,  9:58 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;ATLANTA - A 79-year-old grandmother who used a cane to walk to her seat in the courtroom Tuesday was painted by prosecutors as so consumed by a jealous rage last year that she shot her ex-boyfriend four times in the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clearfix"&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060620/ap_on_fe_st/oatmeal_eating_bear;_ylt=An_QK3UqCTj2CJv8RDItqPksQE4F;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--"&gt;Bear eats oatmeal in woman's kitchen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="timedate"&gt;Mon Jun 19,  9:19 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEST VANCOUVER, British Columbia - It was a real-life version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears — only in reverse — when a woman came home to find a young bear eating oatmeal in her kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-115095977031115174?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/115095977031115174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=115095977031115174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115095977031115174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/115095977031115174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/06/rusty.html' title='rusty'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114861206587689605</id><published>2006-05-25T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:54:25.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock of Cloak</title><content type='html'>Sounds straight out of a science fiction movie. walking around and not being seen?&lt;br /&gt;wow. is this even science or just some geeks talking themselves into something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;cos, i often seem to talk myself into crazy stuff and i dont even need to get started on whether i am geek or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/5016068.stm"&gt;entire article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114861206587689605?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114861206587689605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114861206587689605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114861206587689605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114861206587689605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/05/clock-of-cloak.html' title='Clock of Cloak'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114702576554942016</id><published>2006-05-07T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:17:43.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am....</title><content type='html'>A really hilarious video of George Bush with George Bush....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="images/up.gif" alt="" class="img-arrow"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="td-rising" align="left" valign="top"&gt; 11 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="td-previous" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;font color="red"&gt;New!&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1921276117304287501" onclick="setSessionCookie(VP_playlistCookieName, VP_myPlaylist, VP_cookieDomain);                                    setSessionCookie(VP_playlistIndexCookieName, 10, VP_cookieDomain);                                    setSessionCookie(VP_playlistParametersCookieName, '1', VP_cookieDomain);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer?app=vss&amp;amp;contentid=69d991ae930daae6&amp;amp;second=5&amp;amp;itag=w160&amp;amp;urlcreated=1147023616&amp;amp;sigh=oa_T8J8clfrZuR-gfPAhJRWRqOg" alt="" class="img-thumb"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt; &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1921276117304287501" onclick="setSessionCookie(VP_playlistCookieName, VP_myPlaylist, VP_cookieDomain);                                    setSessionCookie(VP_playlistIndexCookieName, 10, VP_cookieDomain);                                    setSessionCookie(VP_playlistParametersCookieName, '1', VP_cookieDomain);"&gt; President Bush Impersonation - 2006 White House Correspondents Dinner &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="meta"&gt; 11 min 24 sec &lt;/div&gt; An excerpt from the annual White House Correspondents A*sociation dinner.  President Bush’s presentation included an impersonator, Steve Bridges, who "interpreted" the president's remarks for laymen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114702576554942016?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114702576554942016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114702576554942016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114702576554942016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114702576554942016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am....'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114515630952981066</id><published>2006-04-15T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:58:29.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.</title><content type='html'>this is probably the best line i came across this entire week, or probably this month or a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself." - Baz Luhrmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes you reflect on yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are from "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" was a single released by Baz Luhrmann. The song features a spoken-word track set over a mellow backing track. The song lyrics, which consist of a litany of humourous but practical advice, were apparently drawn from a newspaper column by Mary Schmich of the Chicago Tribune . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/graduation.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. &lt;br /&gt;The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. &lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. &lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. &lt;br /&gt;You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. &lt;br /&gt;Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. &lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, &lt;br /&gt;the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. &lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive. &lt;br /&gt;Forget the insults. &lt;br /&gt;If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. &lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. &lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. &lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium. &lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees. &lt;br /&gt;You'll miss them when they're gone. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. &lt;br /&gt;Your choices are half chance. &lt;br /&gt;So are everybody else's. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. &lt;br /&gt;It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. &lt;br /&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. &lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. &lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. &lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. &lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. &lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, &lt;br /&gt;the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. &lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. &lt;br /&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. &lt;br /&gt;Politicians will philander. &lt;br /&gt;You, too, will get old. &lt;br /&gt;And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, &lt;br /&gt;politicians were noble and children respected their elders. &lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. &lt;br /&gt;But you never know when either one might run out. &lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. &lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. &lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia. &lt;br /&gt;Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, &lt;br /&gt;painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114515630952981066?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114515630952981066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114515630952981066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114515630952981066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114515630952981066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-youre-ahead-sometimes-youre.html' title='Sometimes you&apos;re ahead, sometimes you&apos;re behind.'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114280349180811779</id><published>2006-03-19T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T03:32:32.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is it 'cos i is black?</title><content type='html'>started a perfect sunday morning at 9am, the weather could not have been better. and what was i doing, surfing. (un)fortunately surfing Google video for funny and soccer videos. chanced upon the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3134039255315706758&amp;amp;q=Ali+g"&gt;Ali G interview with Beckham and Posh Spice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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his fav line, "is it 'cos i is black?" and he actually &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacha_Baron_Cohen"&gt;half welsh and half jewish&lt;/a&gt;. nevertheless, the producers of the show and him have invented a really stupid comic which would make you watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he interviews real and famous people and asks totally stupid questions that not just push the boundaries but crosses the boundaries past that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of them i liked ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114280349180811779?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114280349180811779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114280349180811779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114280349180811779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114280349180811779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-it-cos-i-is-black.html' title='is it &apos;cos i is black?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114193128353883424</id><published>2006-03-09T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:08:03.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging and work</title><content type='html'>is there a correlation between blogging and work? is the amount of work you do is directly proportional to the how much you blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think, if you are either too busy at work or totally jobless you would not blog (atleast good and original material). however if you are moderately loaded you will find time to come up with some interesting content that you would like to share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i am trying to now explain two things about myself. why i did not blog for sometime now as well as why i am able to blog today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114193128353883424?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114193128353883424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114193128353883424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114193128353883424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114193128353883424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogging-and-work.html' title='blogging and work'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114142151876122847</id><published>2006-03-03T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:31:58.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time to bare my heart out</title><content type='html'>Personal DNA. hmm, my friends told me to try it. what i dont know about these tests are, when i am answering the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. am i disclosing the person i think i am&lt;br /&gt;b. am i disclosing the person i want to be&lt;br /&gt;c. am i disclosing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea yet. someday ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, heres a very cool presentation of a questionaire to find out your &lt;a href="http://personaldna.com/"&gt;personal DNA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are jobless enough to look at mine... &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=EyUflQoBhQvbFhX-KP-ACAAA-03b0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114142151876122847?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114142151876122847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114142151876122847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114142151876122847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114142151876122847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-bare-my-heart-out.html' title='time to bare my heart out'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114064937649984897</id><published>2006-02-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:02:56.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boondoggle</title><content type='html'>word of the day, or the year, depends on how you look like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hs=f5M&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;q=define%3Aboondoggle&amp;btnG=Search"&gt;boondoggle&lt;/a&gt;, the word, which I got to know only today, thanks to my moutain of ignorance, sums my life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time even writing this blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114064937649984897?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114064937649984897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114064937649984897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114064937649984897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114064937649984897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/02/boondoggle.html' title='boondoggle'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-114029274519525552</id><published>2006-02-18T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:59:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>laser monks</title><content type='html'>well, i was pleasantly suprised when i was reading the flight magazine, which i had read twice before and discovered an unread interesting story. it was about these eight monks in wisconsin who have a multi million dollar office supplies business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, a non-profit organization that has 20 warehouses across the country and is expected to have a $10 million sales soon. their mission, eliminate high markups on every day supplies needed for offices and the best part no advertising. supposedly its word of mouth, which is probably the best marketing strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is their website &lt;a href="http://www.lasermonks.com"&gt;www.lasermonks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem, i could not find a good deal on my ink catridge. well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-114029274519525552?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/114029274519525552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=114029274519525552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114029274519525552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/114029274519525552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/02/laser-monks.html' title='laser monks'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113977523192728912</id><published>2006-02-12T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:13:51.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not a puzzle</title><content type='html'>I have told most of the people I know already about this puzzle, but still wanted to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Friend of mine got me hooked onto it and every weekend, I spend atleast couple of hours on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly one of the toughest puzzles online and the inspiration for many other famous puzzles. Only  94 people have been certificated for finishing the game for the first few months of its creation. That's about 0.001% of all. Notpron has 138 levels. 35 positive, after which there are 35 negative and once you solve all of them, you enter the greek levels. I am far from them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the starting page &lt;a href="http://deathball.net/notpron/"&gt;notpron&lt;/a&gt;  and here is the &lt;a href="http://forums.gameservers.net/forumdisplay.php?s=&amp;amp;forumid=527?referrerid=752"&gt;forum &lt;/a&gt;which has hints to solve the levels, but no spoilers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113977523192728912?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113977523192728912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113977523192728912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113977523192728912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113977523192728912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-puzzle.html' title='not a puzzle'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113833128664827520</id><published>2006-01-26T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:46:20.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/goog_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/goog_lg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is totally true... admit it, you liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113833128664827520?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113833128664827520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113833128664827520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833128664827520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833128664827520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-totally-true.html' title=''/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113833109098415426</id><published>2006-01-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:04:50.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/sbrc_lg2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/sbrc_lg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome to .... reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113833109098415426?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113833109098415426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113833109098415426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833109098415426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833109098415426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113833081736635233</id><published>2006-01-26T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:00:17.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/blog_lg2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/blog_lg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is this how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113833081736635233?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113833081736635233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113833081736635233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833081736635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113833081736635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-this-how-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113815070554588426</id><published>2006-01-24T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:58:25.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S &amp; M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One day Little Johnny's mom was cleaning his room. In the closet, she found a bondage S&amp;amp;M magazine.  This was *highly* upsetting to her. She hid the magazine until his father got home. When Little Johnny's father walked in the door, she irately handed the magazine to him, and said, "THIS is what I found in "your" son's closet."&lt;br /&gt;    He looked at it and handed it back to her without a word.&lt;br /&gt;    Several minutes passed, then she finally asked him,&lt;br /&gt;    "Well what should we do about this?"&lt;br /&gt;    Little Johnny's dad looked at her and said, "Well I don't think you should spank him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113815070554588426?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113815070554588426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113815070554588426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113815070554588426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113815070554588426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/01/s-m.html' title='S &amp; M'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113806608750481851</id><published>2006-01-23T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:28:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Education is big business</title><content type='html'>Needed that long drawn hiatus. On a serious note in the new year. I knew that education was among the top industries in the United States, but never realized its actual magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/EDUCATION/01/23/college.endowments.ap/index.html"&gt;new study shows&lt;/a&gt; that fifty six schools have endowments more than $1 billion, with nine new additions. That may not sound like a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest in the list is Harvard with $25.5 billion, and it employs over 14,000 employees. For comparison, Indian defense budget is $15.5 billion and the armed forces in India employ in excess of a million people. That budget is for both equipment and people costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I am thinking of opening a engineering college myself. ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113806608750481851?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113806608750481851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113806608750481851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113806608750481851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113806608750481851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2006/01/education-is-big-business.html' title='Education is big business'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113634760085111898</id><published>2005-12-29T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:37:29.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7:San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/7.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/7.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;haight and ashbury, here we come&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided quite late on what to do in reno. previous day had 9 inches of fresh snow deposit in the mountains and today was t brightest day. perfect weather to ski. to our misfortune. headed to lake placid to ski after lugging heavy uncomfortbale ski gear. i was too warm for my own good. got to the slopes only by 2pm and was on the bunny slopes for the shorter better half, before it closed at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aching and pained, pissed being ripped off, cos of our own fault, headed down the mountains towards the pacific. crossing sacramento took the same time as getting to it, reality check, we were in california. hated the traffic, our first jam in the entire road trip. next thing i know, we are crossing the bay bridge into san francisco. meandered around embarcadero and fisherman's wharf till everything closed and journey to the south bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 260&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 1&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 4 &lt;br /&gt;states: Nevada, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting day: 3722 miles from start to finish. just shy off 6000 kms. $366 spent on gas. $50 on hotel (thanks to hhonors points). a lot on food and a lot on skiing.&lt;br /&gt;the best part, my car was as good as it ever was and it crossed 129000 miles when we turned it into the parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 states, seven days, lots of friends in between, the spirit of the roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant say more than that it was wonderful to have done it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113634760085111898?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113634760085111898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113634760085111898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634760085111898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634760085111898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-7san-francisco.html' title='Day 7:San Francisco'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113634648191882504</id><published>2005-12-28T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:36:58.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Reno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/6.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/6.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;almost there&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk out of the hotel and see a glorious snow capped mountain right next door and turn around another mountain and another. provo was beautiful. had to check out the route from last night. and volla, found a scenic route through the canyon road which eventually led us to salt lake city. so there t caravan goes, through t smallest road on the map till day six. average speed of fifteen mph. awesome country, more snow peaks, more time without a car passing by. and when we were just a couple miles off from the highway connect, only white, no more black. snow not cleared only for couple of miles? head back and to salt lake. salt lake is really a salt lake, same stench and crud. wonder how it got to be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossed couple of passes more and entered nevada. and a ghost town shown on the map just a few miles off the highway. had to check it out. now we beat ourselves in the smallest road travelled. certainly the smallest i ever did in this country. the entrance to the road had a board marking the city and the board had gun shots. a cross with spooky looking cloth hangers. we were playing the guessing game on if it was symbolic or if it was symbolic. and a mile into the road, middle of nowhere, i cant stress on the nowhere better, on a small expanse of open land and right next to a railway track, a suv with a rv back and a single guy with a cb radio. dared to ask him which was to the town cobre. his reply, your standing on it. had to crack up for that reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the more travelled road and into the land of legal prostitution. was amazed to see the billboards "get a room for $24". i paid more than that for the hotel in reno. with conscience and adventure in the right order, grabbed a medium pizza and marched into the sunset, literally. spent night at the "biggest little town in the world". got an upgrade to a suite at hilton. sweet suite. my personal best so far. dinner at a microbrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 600&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 3&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 11&lt;br /&gt;states: Utah, Nevada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113634648191882504?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113634648191882504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113634648191882504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634648191882504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634648191882504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-6-reno.html' title='Day 6: Reno'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113634463866652193</id><published>2005-12-27T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:17:18.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Salt Lake City ahem Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;map does no justice&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highest point of the journey in all respects. took the scenic route, route 40 was just open to traffic after a bad snow day. passed many passes, highest being just shy off 12000 feet. suprising fact, my car was running as good as ever. the one thing which we did not need till then and did not know that dint work was the wiper. not the car viper, my car's windshield wiper. so there you go pouring water from t bottle &lt;br /&gt;over the windshield while driving, excellente. so ran out of water soon. but before that did take a good 45 minute short trek at the highest point in our journey and we did get really breathless, both for the beauty of the place and for low oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a *lot* of time in the mountains, how about five hours!! on the way into the valley, spotted a bridge in the middle of the white landscape, with a board marked colorado. another stop, trekked down the bridge, stood and walked across the frozen river colorado. incredible feeling. also saw pugmarks of deers, elks and a big mark of a big heavy animal, certainly not an antelope. our speculation the Black Bear of Colorado. did not want to chance an encounter with either that one or the cop. but had to meet one of them, so we choose the cop. a good one too, who gave a souvenir. still needs to figured out, how much i gotto pay him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start of a real arduous journey through two lane roads, mountain passes with lots of deers and an unbelievably strong headlight from my car (had to stop and make sure, it was on, after turning it on). road to provo through the canyon was incredible, unforunate part was that it was already dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utah was not a desert state, as originally thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 513&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 3&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 12 (with 5 in the mountains)&lt;br /&gt;states: Colorado, Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113634463866652193?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113634463866652193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113634463866652193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634463866652193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634463866652193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-5-salt-lake-city-ahem-provo.html' title='Day 5: Salt Lake City ahem Provo'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113634317927944800</id><published>2005-12-26T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:52:59.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;road looks straight and was real straight&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the longest routes based on the original plan. started off early to make sure we see the sun go down on the rockys. sun is the celestial object and rocky is the mountain range. no pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovered a friend in lincoln, nebraska. so had to visit for breakfast. what luck, delicious poori. could not start without wasting two hours, no qualms. nebraska is probably the most boring state to drive through.  visibility of 3 miles either way, beautiful day. meanwhile, mid-west was getting bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the "scenic route" through cheyenne, wyoming, which took the most time to drive in the entire trip. thanks to the time zone change, saved an hour and reached boulder while there was still sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scenic route did start, we were looking forward to the evening and the next day. spent the evening in boulder downtown, highly recommend visiting it, another microbrew and we could feel the altitude. ate home cooked food again, at a friends place. i dont believe our luck, only one meal at a restaurant in four days, but thankfully it ran out that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 569&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 2&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 8&lt;br /&gt;states: Nebraska, Wyoming, Colorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113634317927944800?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113634317927944800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113634317927944800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634317927944800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634317927944800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-4-denver.html' title='Day 4: Denver'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113634228535820867</id><published>2005-12-25T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:38:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Omaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;click to open sesame&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snowy start at chicago. headed straight south to peoria, to meet an uncle and a visit to the temple. believe it. crossed t two biggest rivers of the states, between which the only thing I remember is the "worlds largest truck stop. ohio 80". rest of it all was farmlands and farmlands and farmlands. no wonder those folks think *only* about cows and football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to omaha, and did not expect anything, which is always good. as it turned out as a pleasant suprise. i thought i should read, so we went to the library, and we did read not books, but got good beer from a kansas microbrewery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 560&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 2&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 8&lt;br /&gt;states: Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113634228535820867?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113634228535820867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113634228535820867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634228535820867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113634228535820867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-3-omaha.html' title='Day 3: Omaha'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113633893429317661</id><published>2005-12-24T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:38:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; click to enlarge (the map, sicko) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day with real crispy masala dose, it was a gorgeous day to start the journey. more the reason to waste more time at home. so started late, and got to cleveland, in couple of hours had a quick look at the town and gawked at the houses built right on the lake eerie. it sure was eerie. wonder how difficult it is to live there during the winter. talk about the lake effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what started out as a easy drive to chicago, turned out to be a real long trip. enroute decided to meet an old friend, so a relatively short detour to Ann Harbor and drove through a little bit of sleet and rain through Kalamazoo and to Chicago. Unlike expected, ended up meeting more friends in Milwaukee for dinner, the first paid meal of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only complaint, Chicago, for the second time was a touch-n-go trip. Could have driven less than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 750&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 3&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 10 or 11&lt;br /&gt;states: Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113633893429317661?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113633893429317661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113633893429317661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113633893429317661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113633893429317661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-2-chicago.html' title='Day 2: Chicago'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113633857930327570</id><published>2005-12-23T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:30:49.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4093/222/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber hits the road. Late start, apprehension on the week to come. &lt;br /&gt;Car filled to the brim in the boot and the rear seat. &lt;br /&gt;SLR loaded, seven reels of 35mm film.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious home cooked food enough to last two days and a heavy stomach. What a start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed off west on 78, past allentown, pa.&lt;br /&gt;realized that we passed t "Welcome to Pennsylvania" board only after crossing it. This would become a ritual that would be part of our trip for the rest of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached Pittsburgh really fast, wondering that we should have started after a little siesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine and wonderful meal again at night. day could not have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles: 350&lt;br /&gt;fuel stops: 2&lt;br /&gt;hours on the road: 6&lt;br /&gt;states: New Jersey, Pennsylvania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113633857930327570?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113633857930327570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113633857930327570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113633857930327570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113633857930327570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-1-pittsburgh.html' title='Day 1: Pittsburgh'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113527983098520129</id><published>2005-12-22T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:11:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 0: Cross-Country</title><content type='html'>so my colleague asked, what do you doing for the holidays, I said, nothing much, just driving. We have a ten day shutdown from 23rd Dec through 3rd Jan and most of it, we intend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Its a meager 3200 mile (5150 km) journey, just shy of driving from one point on the moon and all the way around it, or cover the length of the Indian sub-continent, twice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we really doing, driving from the east coast to the west coast, in the best of the weather the region can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my car (98 Altima GLE) is at the mechanic right now, getting some wind beneath its wings, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It intends to get some rest in these places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pittsburgh, PA&lt;br /&gt;- Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;- Omaha, NE&lt;br /&gt;- Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;- Salt Lake City, UT&lt;br /&gt;- Reno, NV&lt;br /&gt;and eventually in San Jose, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or alteast thats the plan .... watch what happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113527983098520129?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113527983098520129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113527983098520129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113527983098520129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113527983098520129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-0-cross-country.html' title='Day 0: Cross-Country'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113493597714022427</id><published>2005-12-18T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:48:17.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no commercial value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube.com&lt;/a&gt; does a pretty good job of handling heavy media, wonder what kind of an infrastructure they have. So called Flickr of video, lets see what this turns out to be. Fortunately, I got no video to share myself. so relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here are some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results.php?search=funny+commercials&amp;search_videos=Search+Videos"&gt;really funny commercials&lt;/a&gt; which I found on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOJENeX2Fso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compilation video of some really funny commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Xvib4KQqLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice protectional ad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40UeX-G5Kg8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter and mother's emotional convseration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZrZ79wJNI4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny old lady taking a jab at a dude. The funnier part is the team who sponsors the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw9MO2rxzNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite ad, had forgotten where I saw it first, thankfully these folks have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uruj6kR9UKg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mess with a geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8UFEc6RWyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="278" width="365"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick-a Lack-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113493597714022427?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113493597714022427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113493597714022427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113493597714022427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113493597714022427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-commercial-value.html' title='no commercial value'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113493063142078012</id><published>2005-12-18T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:30:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone will no longer be a self defense weapon</title><content type='html'>i still carry a brick (&lt;a href="http://www.nokiausa.com/phones/3650"&gt;nokia 3650&lt;/a&gt;) around,  because, it has (sorry had, when I bought it) a cool features in a relatively "small" footprint on my wallet and in my pants!! no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there might be a glimmer of hope of people like us, Siemens is now making an &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,69839,00.html"&gt;ultra-thin electronic display &lt;/a&gt;so cheap you can put it on toilet paper!! hopefully this can be extended to my phone making the display smaller and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i will still feel heavy at heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113493063142078012?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113493063142078012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113493063142078012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113493063142078012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113493063142078012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-phone-will-no-longer-be-self.html' title='my phone will no longer be a self defense weapon'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113475818719261474</id><published>2005-12-16T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:36:27.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo mail alias</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why Yahoo is not publicising this the way they should. But you can create an alias to your yahoo mail account. So right now if you have an id which is peterpan11, you can make it peter.pan@yahoo.com and mails will be still delivered to your old account. and you can operate both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds pretty cool, if you want to add your alias, login to yahoo, goto Mail options &gt; Mail Addresses. At the bottom, there is a small link to the page where you can create your alias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113475818719261474?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113475818719261474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113475818719261474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113475818719261474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113475818719261474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/12/yahoo-mail-alias.html' title='yahoo mail alias'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113330229674438100</id><published>2005-11-29T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:10:55.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you nutty boy ....</title><content type='html'>i really have sympathies to people who have all these crazy allergies, to peanuts, strawberries. Can you believe a girl died of kissing her boyfriend, because he had eaten peanut butter 9 hours back? wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are allergic to metals, so they cant wear watches or rings or metal frames. I wonder if they can sit on metal furniture or use metal levers to open doors. How would you take a shower, if you cant turn the knob without becoming a pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me, I am allergic to people, I make better with inanimate things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113330229674438100?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113330229674438100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113330229674438100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113330229674438100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113330229674438100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-nutty-boy.html' title='you nutty boy ....'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113210717762414167</id><published>2005-11-15T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:05:03.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cancel my subscription, I dont need your issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnydesigns.com/General.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.funnydesigns.com/ScratchLikeNoOneIsWatching-.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnydesigns.com/General.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.funnydesigns.com/images/Cancel-My-Subscription-New.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnydesigns.com/General.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.funnydesigns.com/images/BiggusDickus.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnydesigns.com/General.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.funnydesigns.com/forceitinassociates.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Tantra like T-shirts, I have a fascination for funny wears, not sure why!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113210717762414167?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113210717762414167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113210717762414167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113210717762414167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113210717762414167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/11/cancel-my-subscription-i-dont-need.html' title='cancel my subscription, I dont need your issues'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-113210215707388881</id><published>2005-11-15T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:03:45.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it?</title><content type='html'>Q: If you ask someone what time is it right now and they answer that it depends which country you are from, where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: South Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting actually, that even though South pole can be included into all timezones, for US and NZ, it follows NZ times. Which is probably fine. But other countries that have stations supposedly choose to use their native country's time, supposedly to make communication easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do they sleep also, based on which country they are from? That would be funny. I would wonder what kind of a jet lag you have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/weather/resources/askjack/2004-12-28-polar-times-_x.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a nice &lt;a href="http://www.cmdl.noaa.gov/obop/spo/livecamera.html"&gt;webcam&lt;/a&gt; of south pole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-113210215707388881?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/113210215707388881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=113210215707388881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113210215707388881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/113210215707388881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-time-is-it.html' title='what time is it?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112858242299665669</id><published>2005-10-06T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:07:03.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the titans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;      &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4313978.stm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/americas_enl_1128575604/img/1.jpg" alt="Click to enlarge" id="nit-image" height="162" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;Gator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, sounds like a Hollywood movie played out in a Florida swamp. I am sure a lot of other movies get played there, but we dont see them too often. But this one is interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A python attempting and succeeding in killing an alligator but bursting when it swallowed the gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is this a classic example of biting more than you can chew, ahem, swallowing more than you can gut can hold?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder these beasts did not join Consulting like I did :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh hold on, any ape can do consulting too. Damn! I am no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full article &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4313978.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112858242299665669?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112858242299665669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112858242299665669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112858242299665669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112858242299665669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/10/clash-of-titans.html' title='Clash of the titans'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112551028431069348</id><published>2005-08-31T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:44:44.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't even trust your mom?</title><content type='html'>What a strange world we live in, the most precious thing as mom's milk to her child is now something which can ding the baby real bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is happening because of flame retardants on furniture ending up in mothers milk! Good thing I was born before these came became so prevalent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full article is &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/news/afp/20050829/breastmilk.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112551028431069348?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112551028431069348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112551028431069348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112551028431069348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112551028431069348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-even-trust-your-mom.html' title='Can&apos;t even trust your mom?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112508380392610323</id><published>2005-08-26T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:16:43.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst blogging</title><content type='html'>Burst blogging, is when one starts churning out more than one or two blogs in a day and does not blog for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to compile their thoughts during these times, some people like me just sleep and wake up one day and finally when I do have my ritual bath, all the grime on my brain washes off and then volla, comes a volley of ideas to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some people call it a technique, but for me, its more of a way of life. Something that I guess is natural for most casual bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this spirit, here comes more ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112508380392610323?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112508380392610323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112508380392610323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112508380392610323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112508380392610323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/burst-blogging.html' title='Burst blogging'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112507560902763783</id><published>2005-08-26T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:00:09.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glogs (Global Blogging) ?!</title><content type='html'>Glogging, well I thought of it as a right name for global blogging. A very innovative idea which presents a view point of people from really "all over the globe". There is one project aptly named &lt;a href="http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/globalvoices/"&gt;Global Voices Online&lt;/a&gt;. The articles today were a good read, got to watch if they continue to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But glogging also refers to a strange John-McCarthy-fanatic &lt;a href="http://wearcam.org/glogs.htm"&gt;invention&lt;/a&gt;, which is a log Humanoid component, like a wearable camera, or a mic one sticks in their sunglasses, or even better a olfactory device which records smells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you would not want to remember all smells, like you getting "one" go or rotten fish lying on the beach or the smell of gas when you are stuck in a freeway jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of smells I would like to remember, like the smell of a clean baby, smell of my dog, smell of my loved one (when hot, those pheromones!!), smell of the first few drops of rain or smell of gun shots coming off your hand gun. &lt;br /&gt;Well, the last one might smell like a bad one, but I did get high on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World is an interesting place to live ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112507560902763783?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112507560902763783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112507560902763783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112507560902763783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112507560902763783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/glogs-global-blogging.html' title='Glogs (Global Blogging) ?!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112362365861592162</id><published>2005-08-09T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:40:58.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The (w)hole truth</title><content type='html'>Do you really belive this news article, I somehow think its fake. But mostly its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can you make something as invasive as peering through a girls skirt legal?&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the women would not like to be violated, they cant sue the men. This world has wierd laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/politics/61694"&gt;http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/politics/61694&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112362365861592162?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112362365861592162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112362365861592162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112362365861592162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112362365861592162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/whole-truth.html' title='The (w)hole truth'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112360673435311988</id><published>2005-08-09T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:58:54.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flick-r</title><content type='html'>Interesting link, the picture says it all. Just go there &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadowplay/32609313/in/photostream/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadowplay/32609313/in/photostream/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112360673435311988?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112360673435311988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112360673435311988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112360673435311988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112360673435311988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/flick-r.html' title='Flick-r'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112353683902206166</id><published>2005-08-08T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:33:59.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marraiges are made in ...</title><content type='html'>I have always heard of mail order brides and western men going to Asia and more impowerished countries to buy wives. Never the other way around, that too, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/4749591.stm"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;in BBC covers a story about women in Cuba buying husbands in other countries. $5000 for a husband in Canada, US or Mexico. $800 for a buddy in Peru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, whats my markup? I would surely like to know. I could use a few extra bucks. And while you are it, why dont you throw half a dozen more of them, I am looking to buy a new car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this goes to some of my buddies too, who are in a similar situation like mine. All you gotto do is marry. The biggest incentive in all this "flesh" trade is that the girl might probably leave you as soon as you step inside this country. So you dont have to bear with her for the rest of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am not sure whats holding me back, I am contacting BBC for these agents as I finish this blog ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112353683902206166?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112353683902206166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112353683902206166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112353683902206166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112353683902206166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/marraiges-are-made-in.html' title='Marraiges are made in ...'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112344379936055155</id><published>2005-08-01T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:43:19.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every dog has its fight!</title><content type='html'>PS: I am no kind of marketeer for this business, but I could not help but blog about it, people living in Orange County (which is where this is) for many years did not know about it. Enough of disclaimers, lets get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I saw programs on WW II on the History channel about all those dogfighting stories about the Luftwaffe, the RAF fighters, adrenaline would start pumping (also because I would be watching ... on my laptop) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing is, a civilian can now do it, be a part of a dogfight (and have his/her day). &lt;a href="http://www.aircombatusa.com/"&gt;http://www.aircombatusa.com/&lt;/a&gt; has a few Italian SF260s, which you can take for a spin, literally. If you go with a buddy, you can find out whos the better dog(bitch) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give my third arm to be in that plane, so if anyone wants my third arm or has been leaving my site because of my stupid jokes, please donate some money to me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112344379936055155?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112344379936055155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112344379936055155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112344379936055155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112344379936055155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/08/every-dog-has-its-fight.html' title='Every dog has its fight!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-112353720624876603</id><published>2005-07-08T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:43:58.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What was Bruce Lee's favorite breakfast?</title><content type='html'>Answer: Id-Lee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont want to bore you with a huge barrage of Lee jokes I know of. We were discussing about this amazing chap and what he said in one interview which has got etched into my head. So, I thought I would share those line with you, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lee talking about how not following any particular style of martial art is the right thing to do. As Bruce did changed various fighting styles, preached various ideas at various points in time, this probably was his best and the last concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Empty your mind; be formless; shapeless, like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or creep, or drip, or crash... be water my friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-112353720624876603?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/112353720624876603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=112353720624876603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112353720624876603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/112353720624876603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-was-bruce-lees-favorite-breakfast.html' title='What was Bruce Lee&apos;s favorite breakfast?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111954501824625651</id><published>2005-06-23T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:43:38.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo mama</title><content type='html'>There are lot of these on the web, but i just couldnt resist putting this one in mine. NO credit goes to me, its all collated from the almighty Googlescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I had to take a train and two busses just to get on her good side.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she hauls ass, she has to make two trips. Yo mama's so fat, when she hauls ass, she has friends come help.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I've got to tell two snaps just to cover her fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's 36-24-36... but that's her forearm, neck, and thigh!&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's 36-24-36... but that's in feet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they had to grease a door frame and hold a Twinkie on the other side to get her through.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can lay down and stand up and her height doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she dances, she makes the band skip.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she walks across the living room, the radio skips.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she played hide-n-go-seek, she hid behind a water tower.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the horse on her Polo shirt is real.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the horse on her Jordache jeans is real.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's not kidding when she says "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, on Halloween she says "Trick or meatloaf!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, on Halloween she trick or treats two houses at a time.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she opens the refrigerator, it says "I give up!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she opens the refrigerator, it says "Uncle!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, Fat Albert gave her the rights to say "Hey, hey, hey!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she ordered a "My Size Meal" at McDonald's they gave her a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she ordered a "My Size Meal" at McDonald's they gave her the key to the store.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she went to Burger King and asked for a Whopper, they gave her the sign.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she works at the movie theater, she works as the screen.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she runs she makes the CD player skip... at the radio station.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her belly jiggle is the first ever perpetual motion machine.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, all the restaurants in town have signs that say: "Maximum Occupancy: 240 Patrons OR Yo Mama" Yo mama's so fat, when she ran away, they had to use all four sides of the milk carton.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she ran away, they had to put her picture on the milk truck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, you can't even see her legs, it just looks like she's gliding across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, instead of Levis 501 jeans, she wears Levi's 1002's.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, instead of wide leg jeans, she wears wide load.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she was in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade... wearing ropes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she gets in an elevator, it HAS to go down.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she don't wear a G-String, she wears an A, B, C, D, E, F, G-String.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she fills up the bath tub, and then she turns on the water.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses diet soap.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to use a lawn chair instead of a Thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went to sit down and the chair begged for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, all of her clothes have to be custom made by a contractor.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I said I wanted "Pigs in a blanket" she got back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she was diagnosed with the flesh eating disease, the doctor gave her 5 years to live.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she doesn't have a doctor, she has a grounds keeper. Yo mama's so fat, she doesn't have love handles, she has a roll bar.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she was born with a silver shovel in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's got smaller fat women orbiting around her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, a picture of her fell off the wall!&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her picture takes two frames.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I saw a picture of her in a magazine on page 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I yell "Kool-Aid, " she comes crashing through the wall. Yo mama's so fat, she could sell shade.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her cereal bowl came with a lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's larger than life.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she makes Big Bird look like a rubber duck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she crosses the street, cars look out for her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she puts mayonnaise on aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, people jog around her for exercise.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I ran around her twice and got lost.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's once, twice, three times a lady.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she gets runs in her jeans.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she was walking in her jeans I swear I smelled something burning.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I gotta take three steps back just to see all of her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her ass has it's own congressman.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she shops for clothes in the local tent shop.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her favorite blouse is a tent.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she deep-fries her toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her favorite food is seconds.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she stepped on a train track, the warning lights went on.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to the circus she sees the big top and asks "Where can I try that on?"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to the circus she takes up all the rings.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat and old that when God said "Let there be Light", he told her to move her fat ass out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, even God couldn't raise her spirits.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat that she has TB... two bellies.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, at the zoo, the elephants started throwing her peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the animals at the zoo feed her. Yo mama's so fat, when your father mounts her, his ears pop.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, "Place Your Ad Here" is printed on each of her butt cheeks. Yo mama's so fat, every time she wears high heels, she strikes oil.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she plays football she plays the interior line.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to keep pesos in one pocket and yen in the other.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she wears heels, they're flats by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she leaves the beach everybody shouts "The coast is clear."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she wakes up in sections.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her blood type is rocky-road. Yo mama's so fat, her blood type is Ragu.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her college graduation picture was an aerial.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her yearbook picture is an aerial.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her driver's license says "Picture continued on other side." Yo mama's so fat, they used her for a trampoline at the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she looks like she's smuggling a Volkswagen.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she put on some BVD's by the time they reached her waist they spelled "BouleVarD."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she auditioned for a part in "Indiana Jones, " she got the part as the big rolling ball.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she goes to a restaurant, looks at the menu, and says "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she brought her dress to the cleaners, they said "Sorry, we don't do curtains."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to a restaurant, she doesn't get a menu, she gets an estimate.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I finished having sex with her and tried to roll off, I was still on her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I had to roll over twice to get off of her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, if she got her shoes shined, she'd have to take his word for it!&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's got Amtrak tattooed on her leg.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when the police showed her a picture of her feet, she couldn't identify them.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she freebases ham.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, we got her in the drive-in free by dressing her as a Chevy.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went on a light diet... As soon as it's light she starts eating. Yo mama's so fat, she's on a new diet... slim slow.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she ain't on a diet, she's on a triet... She be like "What ya'll eating? I'll try it!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went on a seafood diet... Whenever she saw food she ate it.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she could go a week without eating and still not lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't lose weight, only find it.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she bends over we go into daylight savings time.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's half Indian, half Irish, and half American.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she got it goin' on... and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I climbed up on top of her, I burned my ass on the light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to an office, they tell her to pull up a sofa.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, if she wears fishnet stockings, they'd better be 50 pound test!&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the telephone company gave her two area codes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they have to run a relay race to get her belt through her belt loops.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to put her belt on with a boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her belt size is the equator. Yo mama's so fat, she wears an asteroid belt.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has her own area code.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her ass looks like two pigs fighting over a milk dud.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she turns around, people throw her a welcome back party.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I was done I rolled over, over again, and I was still on top of the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't even jump to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, if she weighed five more pounds, she could get group insurance!&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she went to the Rose Parade they thought she was a float.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went to Sizzler and got a group discount.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she made weight watchers go blind.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she wears a watch on each arm, one for each time zone.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat n black, she jumped in the ocean and they thought she was an oil spill.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to wear a three piece bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she jumped in the ocean and the ocean jumped back and said "I'll wait my turn."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she plays football she play offense and defense.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her nickname is "Damn."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the back of her neck looks like a pack of hot-dogs.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, your daddy had to roll her in flower and look for the wet spot.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she broke her leg and gravy dripped out.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I shot the bitch and Crisco came out.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she DJ's for the ice cream truck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I tried to fuck her doggy style but I was just ridin' piggy back.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a talking scale and it told her to "Get the fuck off."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a talking scale and it told her "Fuck it, they don't pay me enough!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a talking scale and it told her "Sorry, we don't do livestock."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a talking scale and it said "Please step out of the car."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stepped on a scale and she saw her phone number.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the last time she saw 90210 she was on a scale.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she gets on the scale it says "To be continued."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she steps on a scale, it says "One at a time, please."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she weighed herself the scale gave her an equation. Yo mama' so fat, she's moving the Earth out of its orbit.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, Yo father didn't know whether to fuck her or take the burro ride down.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, no one can talk behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I gain weight just by watching her eat.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she takes a shower, her feet don't get wet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's got her own zip code.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she was floating in the ocean and Spain claimed her as a new world.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went to the movies and sat next to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't reach her back pocket. Yo mama's so fat, she can't wear Dazzey Dukes. She has to wear Boss Hoggs. Yo mama's so fat, she has to iron her pants on the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her tailor takes her measurements in light years.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she comes down the stairs she measures on the Richter scale.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to a restaurant, she even orders "Thank You, Come Again." Yo mama's so fat, she eats biscuits like tic tacs.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she don't eat Wheat Thins, she eats Wheat Thicks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she fell in love and broke it.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when yo father fell in love with her he got lost. Yo mama's so fat, when she swims, she leaves stretch marks on the swimming pool. Yo mama's so fat, when she gets out of the car, she leaves stretch marks. Yo mama's so fat, she leaves stretch marks on the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she fills up the tub, she fills up the tub.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she gets clothes in three sizes: extra large, jumbo, and oh-my-god-it's-coming-towards-us! Yo mama's so fat, she got hit by a truck and asked "Who threw that rock?" Yo mama's so fat, she has to pull down her pants to get into her pockets. Yo mama's so fat, she has more nooks and crannies than a Thomas' English Muffin. Yo mama's so fat, she has to buy two airline tickets.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she eats pumpkin pies like Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when the cashier at KFC asked what size bucket she wanted, she said the one on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to grease her hands to get into her pockets.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has two stomachs: One for meat, one for vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she masturbates reading cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the shadow of her ass weighs 50 pounds. Yo mama's so fat, even her shadow has stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she needs a roadmap to find her ass.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she fell in the Grand Canyon and got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she jumped up in the air and got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she jumped for joy and got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she measures 36 24 36, and the other arm is just as big.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the earth orbits around her instead of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, NASA orbits satellites around her. Yo mama's so fat, NASA is going to use her to fill the hole in the ozone layer. Yo mama's so fat, she plays hopscotch like this: LA, Detroit, Seattle, NY. Yo mama's so fat, when she went to a dating service, they matched her up with Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, I saw her in New York, and when I told my friend in LA, he'd seen her too.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, after she got off the carousel, the horse limped for a week.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she puts on her lipstick with a paint-roller.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she looks like the Stay-Puff marshmallow man on steroids.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she sat on the corner and the police came &amp; said "Break it up!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't just work one corner, she has to work all four.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she sat on a dollar and made change. Yo mama's so fat, she sat on four quarters and made a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her car is made out of spandex.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to get out of the car to change the radio station.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to get out of the car to change gears.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she got a "speed pass" for Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she shows up on radar.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she stood in front of the Hollywood sign and it just said H d.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she had to roll over 4 times just to get an even tan.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she tried to get an all-over tan, and the sun burned out.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses hula hoops to hold up her socks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she wears a hula-hoop for a belly-button ring.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses a mattress for a maxi-pad.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses a pillow case as a sock.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her skates went flat. Yo mama's so fat, her belly button doesn't have lint, it has sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she wears a VCR for a beeper.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she fell off a boat and the captain yelled "Land Ho!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she sat on a rowing machine and it sank.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she went to a Chinese Restaurant and ordered a 40oz. of gravy.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has 48 midnight snacks. Yo mama's so fat, she's on both sides of the family.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't tie her own shoes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she eats cereal out of a satellite dish. Yo mama's so fat, she sat in Big Foot and made it a low rider.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she got on the bus she turned it into a low rider.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I tried to drive around her, I ran out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she walks down the street everyone yells "Earthquake!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she walks down the street, you can hear her hips saying to each other "If you let me by, I'll let you pass."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she walks in front of the T.V., you miss 5 minutes of your show.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the only thing stopping her from going to Jenny Craig is the door.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the only thing she lost at Jenny Craig was $29.95.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, Jenny Craig did a credit check.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she volunteered to clean cages at the zoo, people walked by and said "Look at the elephant!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the highway patrol made her wear a "Caution! Wide Turn" sign. Yo mama's so fat, she sat on an Oreo and unlocked the magic.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they had to baptize her at Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, last time she went to Sea World Shamu got a hard on.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she jumped in da ocean and the whales started singing "We are family!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I have sex with her I have to slap her ass and ride the wave in.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they changed my Physics book to say "What goes up must come down, except Yo mama."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they use the elastic in her underwear for bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she bungee jumped and went straight to hell. Yo mama's so fat, when she bungee jumps, she brings down the bridge too. Yo mama's so fat, she uses a kiddie slide for a shoe horn.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses blanket as a washcloth.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when her beeper went off, people thought she was backing up.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she goes to the beach, little kids yell "Free Willy, Free Willy."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, as a kid, she couldn't play Hide-n-seek, just seek.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she makes Free Willy look like a Tic-Tac.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she backs up she beeps.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she plays pool with the planets.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she's taller lying down.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the body snatchers called home for backup.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, the only thing she can fit into at the clothing store is the dressing rooms. Yo mama's so fat, when she fell down the stairs, she rocked herself asleep trying to get up again.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has to use sleeping bags for tube socks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they had to install speed bumps at the all-u-can-eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she pulls up a chair to an all-u-can-eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when it says all-u-can-eat it still ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she sits around the house, she sits AROUND the house.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, you can pinch an inch on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, you can smack it up, flip it, and rub it down all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, you could go swimming in her bra.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she sits on my face I can't hear the stereo. Yo mama's so fat, on a scale of 1 to 10, she's a 747.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she has a greater gravitational attraction than a black hole.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she uses the carpet as a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she wears corduroy pants, the ridges don't show.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she made Richard Simmons cry.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, even Richard Simmons laughs at her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she saw a yellow bus going down the road she yelled "Hey! Stop that Twinkie." Yo mama's so fat, when she wears a red dress people yell "Hey Kool-Aid Man." Yo mama's so fat, when she wears a yellow raincoat, people call her "Taxi!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she wears a yellow raincoat, kids think its the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she wears a purple sweater people call her "Barney." Yo mama is so fat, when she sits in a chair, the rolls on her legs, cover her feet like a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she went to the beach Greenpeace tried to drag her ass back in the water. Yo mama's so fat, when she went to get a water bed, they put a blanket across Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she sat on a rainbow, Skittle's fell out. Yo mama's so fat, and you're so poor, when she comes in your house the tires pop.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she don't know whether she's walking or rolling.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she tiptoes, everyone yells "Stampede!"&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she get's her toenails painted at Earl Schieb's.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, but I fucked her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when I tried to fuck her I didn't know if I was hitting the hole or a roll.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when my dog went to fuck her he had to peel too many fat rolls and said "Fuck It."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she fart the whole planet came out.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she makes sumo wrestlers look anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, her car is made of spandex. Yo mama's so fat, we're inside her right now.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she makes Big Bird look like a rubber duck.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, one day when she got in a fight the person fighting her got lost in her.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she wore a shirt with an AA on it, people thought it was American Airlines biggest jet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, if she were an airplane, she'd be a jumbo jet.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, one day she was lifting up her rolls and a car fell out.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, Dr. Martens had to kill 3 cows just to make her a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she can't stay on a basketball court for three seconds without getting called for a key violation. Yo mama so fat that she climbed Mt. Fuji with one step.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, all the chairs in her house have seatbelts.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, she smells like bacon at 90 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, and her back is so crooked, when she lays down...people say "I didn't know we had mountains."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she travels, she's gotta make two trips.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, God created her, and on the seventh day he rested.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, they call her "Big Fat Ho."&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she was born, she gave the hospital stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;    * Yo mama's so fat, when she was born, she didn't get a birth certificate, she got blue prints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111954501824625651?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111954501824625651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111954501824625651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111954501824625651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111954501824625651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo-mama.html' title='yo mama'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111954396490371280</id><published>2005-06-12T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:26:04.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>war and peace</title><content type='html'>I have always been moved by the shows documenting war and its after effects. You get to see mutilated bodies, suffering and insane killings, thats not the reason I like to watch them. I would always think at the end of it, why cant we leave in peace, in a world of John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much carnage is evil, it is an essential, sometimes vital part of existence and evolution. Its like the fire that rummages through a forest with dry trees and shrubs. Weeding and making place for a new life, new ideas, fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War besides having a positive economical impact in the longer run, helps in controlling the population growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, I guess we are the only social species which clashes with its own kind (in mass numbers) and this is certainly good, because we are soo successful that other species are not able to catch up with our dominance. So we have to beat ourselves, control our own growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace will stall us, we will become like a bunch of flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111954396490371280?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111954396490371280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111954396490371280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111954396490371280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111954396490371280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-and-peace.html' title='war and peace'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111427796739732465</id><published>2005-04-23T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:39:27.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is blogging similar to taking a shower?</title><content type='html'>I guess blogging on a daily basis is as difficult taking a shower daily. I just cant get to do it everyday. No matter, how free you are, sometimes you just dont feel like it. Sometimes its a challenge, hey I have not done in 10 days, how much longer can I hold before caving into the tempation of "easing" yourself :), like a fear factor challenge and you are the first person and you want to set the bar real high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me, its more than just a similarity, they are related. I would not want to air my thoughts when I feel dirty (let me clarify, dirty is not the name of a dog or a person I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have taken my trimester bath, I think I should let my thoughts flow just like the water did in my shower (uhhh!! that water was very colored, and its not because I am colored man) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I will make up for all I missed, I will post blogs with fake past dates, to make it look like I actually was a regular blogger, and anyone new reading my blogs will only wonder, which was which, just like i do, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111427796739732465?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111427796739732465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111427796739732465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427796739732465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427796739732465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-is-blogging-similar-to-taking.html' title='How is blogging similar to taking a shower?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111429380745404145</id><published>2005-04-04T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:05:05.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mating Call, ahem cry for help!</title><content type='html'>Is this is mating cry or cry for help, either way, its quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;Found on a mailing list one of my friend belongs to, one sure funny read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival of mankind rides on the successful pickup line&lt;br /&gt;- This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on Sept. 26, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;So I was at this party, and I wound up at a table where three attractive&lt;br /&gt;single women were complaining about - Surprise! - men. Specifically, they&lt;br /&gt;were complaining about the pickup lines that had been used on them in a bar&lt;br /&gt;a few nights earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman said: ''This guy comes up to me and says, 'Are you a teacher?'&lt;br /&gt;I mean, is that supposed to be romantic?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three women rolled all six of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of them said: ''This guy says to me, 'I've been looking at you&lt;br /&gt;all night!' So I go, 'Hel-LO, we just GOT here.'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point all three women - and I want to stress that these are&lt;br /&gt;intelligent, nice women - were laughing. Not me. I was feeling bad for the&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there are certain hardships that only females must endure,&lt;br /&gt;such as childbirth, waiting in lines for public-restroom stalls, and a&lt;br /&gt;crippling, psychotic obsession with shoe color. Also, females tend to reach&lt;br /&gt;emotional maturity very quickly, so that by age 7 they are no longer capable&lt;br /&gt;of seeing the humor in loud inadvertent public blasts of flatulence, whereas&lt;br /&gt;males can continue to derive vast enjoyment from this well into their 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grant that it is not easy being a female. But I contend that nature has&lt;br /&gt;given males the heaviest burden of all: the burden of always having to Make&lt;br /&gt;the First Move, and thereby risk getting Shot Down. I don't know WHY males&lt;br /&gt;get stuck with this burden, but it's true throughout the animal kingdom. If&lt;br /&gt;you watch the nature shows on the Discovery Channel, you'll note that&lt;br /&gt;whatever species they are talking about - birds, crabs, spiders, clams - it&lt;br /&gt;is ALWAYS the male who has to take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;It's always the male bird who does the courting dance, making a total moron&lt;br /&gt;of himself, while the female bird just stands there, looking aloof, thinking&lt;br /&gt;about what she's going to tell her girlfriends. (''And then he hopped around&lt;br /&gt;on one foot! Like I'm supposed to be impressed by THAT!'').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male insects have it the worst. The Discovery Channel announcer is always&lt;br /&gt;saying things like: ''After the mating, the female mantis bites off the male&lt;br /&gt;mantis' head, and then she and her girlfriend mantises use it to play a game&lt;br /&gt;that looks a lot like Skee Ball.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I live in Florida, my patio is basically a giant singles bar for&lt;br /&gt;lizards. On any given day during mating season, I'll see dozens of male&lt;br /&gt;lizards out there making their most suave lizard move, which consists of&lt;br /&gt;inflating and deflating a red pouch under their chins. They seem to think&lt;br /&gt;that female lizards really go for a guy with a big chin pouch, but I have&lt;br /&gt;never once, in 14 years of close observation, seen a female respond. They&lt;br /&gt;just squat there looking bored, while all around them males are blinking on&lt;br /&gt;and off like defective warning lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then you'll see an offbeat TV news story about some animal,&lt;br /&gt;usually a moose, that has for some reason fallen in love with, and decided&lt;br /&gt;to relentlessly court, something totally inappropriate, such as a lawn&lt;br /&gt;tractor. This animal is ALWAYS a male. On the TV, they show it hanging&lt;br /&gt;around the lawn tractor with a big, sad, moony look, totally smitten, while&lt;br /&gt;the lawn tractor cruelly ignores it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that, in matters of the heart, males have the brains of a&lt;br /&gt;walnut. No, wait! That is not my point. My point is that perhaps you women&lt;br /&gt;could cut us males a little bit of slack in the move-making process, because&lt;br /&gt;we are under a lot of stress. I vividly remember when I was in 10th grade,&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to call a girl named Patty and ask her to a dance, and before I&lt;br /&gt;picked up the phone, I spent maybe 28 hours rehearsing exactly what I was&lt;br /&gt;going to say. So when I actually made the call, I was pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Hello, Dance?'' I said. ''This is Patty. Do you want to go to the Dave&lt;br /&gt;with me?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Patty grasped the basic thrust of my gist and agreed to go to&lt;br /&gt;the dance. This was a good thing, because if she had shot me down, I would&lt;br /&gt;have been so humiliated that I would have never have been able to go back to&lt;br /&gt;school. I would have dropped out of 10th grade and lied about my age and&lt;br /&gt;joined the U.S. armed forces, and as a direct result the Russians would have&lt;br /&gt;won the Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the awesome power that you women have over us men. I hope you&lt;br /&gt;understand this, and the next time a guy walks up and uses some incredibly&lt;br /&gt;lame, boneheaded line on you, I hope that, instead of laughing at him, you&lt;br /&gt;will remember that he is under the intense pressure of wanting to impress&lt;br /&gt;you enough so that you might want to get to know him better and maybe&lt;br /&gt;eventually, perhaps within the next 15 minutes, marry him, thereby enabling&lt;br /&gt;the survival of the human race, which believe me is the only thing that we&lt;br /&gt;males are truly concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, let me just say to all females everywhere, on behalf of all&lt;br /&gt;males everywhere, that you are very beautiful and your eyes are like two&lt;br /&gt;shining stars, unless you're a female fly, in which case your eyes are more&lt;br /&gt;like 2,038 shining stars. So please give us a chance. And if you're not&lt;br /&gt;interested, could you introduce us to your lawn tractor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111429380745404145?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111429380745404145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111429380745404145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111429380745404145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111429380745404145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/04/mating-call-ahem-cry-for-help.html' title='Mating Call, ahem cry for help!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111428255352050288</id><published>2005-04-02T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:32:08.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop and I - Humor</title><content type='html'>nitboss: can you classify my kind of humor?&lt;br /&gt;laptop: non-existent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: i think my humor is dark.&lt;br /&gt;laptop: i agree you are dark, but your humor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop: ah, this is another bad joke of yours, wait till i change the CSS to make the page non-dark anymore.&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: nooooooo ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111428255352050288?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111428255352050288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111428255352050288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111428255352050288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111428255352050288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/04/laptop-and-i-humor.html' title='Laptop and I - Humor'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111427969932698182</id><published>2005-03-28T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:08:58.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop and I - Lets reName</title><content type='html'>nitboss: hey, do u think, its a good idea to rename my blog?&lt;br /&gt;laptop: watever, what were you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: how about "the 'in/out' thing"?&lt;br /&gt;laptop: whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: i was trying to ridicule the other nithin dude, who has the site &lt;a href="http://nithin.blogspot.com"&gt;"the 'in' thing" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: do you remember the in/out thing in Clockwork Orange, ha ha. that was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop: ofcourse, it was real horrorshow, look what I found on that &lt;a href="http://www.clockworkorange.com/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop: but its not cool enough. u can do much baddiwad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: how about "The (ni)Thin Red Line" ?&lt;br /&gt;laptop: Red? how about the Black Line, thats what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: it depends on your perspective, if you sit on that stupid coffee table all the time, I am sure your view of life is distorted.&lt;br /&gt;laptop: correct, from where I sit, you look like a black dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitboss: now you see my point. ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;laptop: sad joke. i am switching off ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111427969932698182?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111427969932698182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111427969932698182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427969932698182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427969932698182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/laptop-and-i-lets-rename.html' title='Laptop and I - Lets reName'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111427859001357354</id><published>2005-03-25T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:49:50.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop and I - Intro</title><content type='html'>I have been conversing with my laptop for a month now, I wasnt sure I had actually gone crazy or was it something real. So, I did not publish anything on that topic. I dint want to be made fun of, like that kid who sees "dead people" in Sixth Sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I waited and waited to see if it continues and if it is some kind of a male PMS thing. But I am still talking to my laptop, and I have realized it has a sense of humor too, probably worse than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I like Calvin and is my laptop, like a tiger which likes Tuna sandwich? time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111427859001357354?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111427859001357354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111427859001357354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427859001357354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111427859001357354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/laptop-and-i-intro.html' title='Laptop and I - Intro'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111152780391738938</id><published>2005-03-22T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:42:52.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What People Write!</title><content type='html'>I just cant fathom some of the topics people write on, what were they thinking, (hey, I think of the same things, I am just not smart enough to do market it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more mysterious reasons are the ones which the editors and publishers used to go forward with such undertakings. Either way, its funny to see their covers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Up Shit Creek: A Collection of Horrifyingly True Wilderness Toilet Misadventures by Joe Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;* How to Have Sex in the Woods by Luann Colombo&lt;br /&gt;* How to Die in the Outdoors: 100 Interesting Ways by Buck Tilton&lt;br /&gt;* The Original Road Kill Cookbook by Buck Peterson&lt;br /&gt;* Who Cut the Cheese: A Cultural History of the Fart by Jim Dawson&lt;br /&gt;* Sex in the Outdoors: A Humorous Approach to Recreation by Robert Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111152780391738938?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111152780391738938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111152780391738938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111152780391738938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111152780391738938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-people-write.html' title='What People Write!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111128678650721000</id><published>2005-03-19T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:44:03.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mol Musings II</title><content type='html'>Q. Whats the difference between lifting 130 pound weights and lifting a 130 lb girl?&lt;br /&gt;A. One is a dead weight, other is a head weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else can come with up such stuff, but the mighty &lt;a href="http://www.anmolnm.com"&gt;mol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111128678650721000?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111128678650721000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111128678650721000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111128678650721000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111128678650721000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/mol-musings-ii.html' title='Mol Musings II'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111128658974440127</id><published>2005-03-19T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:16:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mere bheja mat chAt-na</title><content type='html'>Really hilarious chat transcripts from IRC, found this on &lt;a href="http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=551&amp;postdays=0&amp;amp;postorder=asc&amp;highlight=humor&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp;start=120"&gt;Bharat Rakshak Forums&lt;/a&gt; posted by 'Ragav' and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.anmolnm.com/"&gt;Mol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some the best ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##[TN]FBMachine## i got kicked out of barnes and noble once for moving&lt;br /&gt;all the bibles into the fiction section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#328464 +(3651)- [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SparTacus (rulimbaww@3B942731.dsl.stlsmo.swbell.net) has joined&lt;br /&gt;#santcuary&lt;br /&gt;*SparTacus is now known as Betty_Guns&lt;br /&gt;wacko Jacko (lbeedy@1C57684.dsl.stlsmo.swbell.net) has joined&lt;br /&gt;#santcuary&lt;br /&gt;##wacko_jacko##ok spartacus just came n here i know it. which one of you&lt;br /&gt;is that loser?&lt;br /&gt;##hunney## I am spartacus&lt;br /&gt;##ji_pper##no im spartacus&lt;br /&gt;##betty_guns##I am spartacus&lt;br /&gt;##mistr##I'm spartacus&lt;br /&gt;##wacko_jacko##ur all freaks thats what u r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#139697 +(3890)- [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##frank## can you help me install GTA3?&lt;br /&gt;##knightmare## first, shut down all programs you aren't using&lt;br /&gt;frank has quit IRC. (Quit)&lt;br /&gt;##knightmare## ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#244321 +(8188)- [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## ********* see!&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## hunter2&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## doesnt look like stars to me&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## ##azurediamond## *******&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## thats what I see&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## haha, does that look funny to you?&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show&lt;br /&gt;to us as *******&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## awesome!&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## wait, how do you know my pw?&lt;br /&gt;##cthon98## er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU&lt;br /&gt;as hunter2 cause its your pw&lt;br /&gt;##azurediamond## oh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trikkz R 4 Kidz: YO&lt;br /&gt;Trikkz R 4 Kidz: WASSUP?&lt;br /&gt;tetsu2051: presumably not your shift key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##kk## Anyone here speak Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;##ste## i do&lt;br /&gt;##kk## Shut up. You can't even speak English.&lt;br /&gt;##ste## thats cuz i spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##nash## YES! they caught the bastard who made the blaster virus&lt;br /&gt;##nash## looks like he will be getting 10 yrs max in prison&lt;br /&gt;##ddr4life## serves him right&lt;br /&gt;##dross## Someone is soon going to discover how strangely painful the shower hour in prison is&lt;br /&gt;##firingsquad## He'll probably catch a different type of virus in prison&lt;br /&gt;##lexiusthegenuis## poor kids virginity is going to the recycle bin&lt;br /&gt;##sczoyd## cellmates will probably be giving him some rather large uploads&lt;br /&gt;##antibig## theyll be installing some new hardware in his rectum&lt;br /&gt;##firingsquad## looks like his unprotected port is going to be probed&lt;br /&gt;##sczoyd## I hope he doesnt mind other men using his hard drive&lt;br /&gt;##jsp## a roll like him is going to get rolled a lot&lt;br /&gt;##sczoyd## his prison mates are going to have a lot of fun with their new laptop&lt;br /&gt;##shinkurro## someone will find out a new way to spread viruses&lt;br /&gt;##nash## okay, that wasn't really called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##lunchbox## The day Microsoft makes a product that doesn't suck is the day they make a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------- All time best ------------&lt;br /&gt;##samwise## And if not for a beard, what can you stroke while thinking?&lt;br /&gt;##jacquilyn## Depends what you're thinking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111128658974440127?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=551&amp;postdays=0&amp;postorder=asc&amp;highlight=humor&amp;&amp;start=120' title='Mere bheja mat chAt-na'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111128658974440127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111128658974440127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111128658974440127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111128658974440127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/mere-bheja-mat-chat-na.html' title='Mere bheja mat chAt-na'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111125677671799368</id><published>2005-03-19T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T13:26:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mol Musings</title><content type='html'>This is first in the series of Mol Musings, the side-lock villian. You can reach him directly at &lt;a href="http://www.anmolnm.com"&gt;www.anmolnm.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is the earth round in shape?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because grass is always greener on the other side!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111125677671799368?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111125677671799368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111125677671799368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111125677671799368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111125677671799368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/mol-musings.html' title='Mol Musings'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111119157707084631</id><published>2005-03-18T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:20:41.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a ...</title><content type='html'>Ah! its been a while. let me stretch my muscles &lt;yawn&gt;&lt;yawn&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some PJs from nitboss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do you need a batsmen to hit a ball with a bat?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well, the bat cant hit the ball by itself, its blind (as a bat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What should you do if your boss plays hardball with you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Hit him back with a softball&lt;/yawn&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111119157707084631?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111119157707084631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111119157707084631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111119157707084631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111119157707084631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-with.html' title='Back with a ...'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111006104342699067</id><published>2005-03-05T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:17:23.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>Here are some good quotes from standup cartoons and other wise guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'."&lt;br /&gt;--- Chris Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a man steals your wife there is no better revenge than to let him keep her."&lt;br /&gt;--- Sacha Guitry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse."&lt;br /&gt;--- Groucho Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way you can beat the lawyers is to die with nothing."&lt;br /&gt;--- Will Rogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111006104342699067?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111006104342699067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111006104342699067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111006104342699067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111006104342699067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-111005971085686837</id><published>2005-03-01T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T16:55:10.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is greener</title><content type='html'>Well an old adage, so how are you supposed to feel when someone says this to you. Should you feel bad or if likes not bad or does it make you feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, I am glad that grass is greener on the other side, so that makes my grass not as green, so its probably brown, wilting, dry. Wow, its almost ready to be burnt, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about perspectives in life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-111005971085686837?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/111005971085686837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=111005971085686837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111005971085686837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/111005971085686837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/03/grass-is-greener.html' title='Grass is greener'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110965120763618509</id><published>2005-02-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:28:18.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation?!</title><content type='html'>Q. What kind of horse only appears after the sun goes down?&lt;br /&gt;A. A nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the horse cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because he wanted to visit his neigh-bors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you call a barber cat?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yell..."Hair Kitty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What did the doe say as she came running out of the brush?&lt;br /&gt;A. That's the LAST time I do THAT for two bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you call four sheep tied to a post in Cardiff (Wales)?&lt;br /&gt;A. A leisure centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where do they get virgin wool?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ugly sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's worse than finding a worm in the apple you're eating?&lt;br /&gt;A. Finding half a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;A. He was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the second monkey fall out of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;A. Monkey see, monkey do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the third monkey fall out of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;A. Peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What does a Walrus and Tupperware have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A. Their both looking for a tight seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Partially from &lt;a href="http://www.pethumor.com"&gt;www.pethumor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110965120763618509?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110965120763618509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110965120763618509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110965120763618509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110965120763618509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/animation.html' title='Animation?!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110953076755654378</id><published>2005-02-27T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:47:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child and a Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myjavaserver.com/%7Enitboss/files/Image_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myjavaserver.com/%7Enitboss/files/Image_10.gif" alt="Click to enlarge" id="nit-image" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;Truck Line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are not able to read the lines in the photo well, sorry, it was taken from my phone, however it goes as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Thought of the Day&lt;br /&gt;             SAFETY!&lt;br /&gt;        ------------------&lt;br /&gt;     Behind every bouncing ball&lt;br /&gt;      there is a running child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Michael Jackson owns this company!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110953076755654378?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110953076755654378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110953076755654378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110953076755654378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110953076755654378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/child-and-ball.html' title='Child and a Ball'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110948195713988673</id><published>2005-02-27T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:24:16.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Build me up, buttercup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myjavaserver.com/%7Enitboss/files/paulagarcesint_435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myjavaserver.com/%7Enitboss/files/paulagarcesint_435.jpg" alt="Click to enlarge" id="nit-image" height="162" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;Paula Garcés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever watch the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366551/"&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;/a&gt;, if you have not, its worth a try. Its quite a stupid movie, but you will have fun watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this chick comes as the hot Maria in that movie and totally rocks your cradle. Can you believe she is only 30 years old, married to a Deli owner and has a baby girl. MILF!! Women are supposed to be at the height of their "careers" (no offence meant) when they reach 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has acted in the up-coming moive &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0331933/"&gt;Man of the House&lt;/a&gt;, gotta watch it, atleast for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110948195713988673?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110948195713988673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110948195713988673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110948195713988673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110948195713988673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/build-me-up-buttercup.html' title='Build me up, buttercup!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110948407685293706</id><published>2005-02-26T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:24:49.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some corny lines</title><content type='html'>I dont know what people were thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=customer+come+first&amp;sourceid=mozilla-search&amp;amp;start=0&amp;start=0&amp;amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official"&gt;Customers come first&lt;/a&gt; - check out how many real stories you get.&lt;br /&gt;Customer parking in the rear - theres even &lt;a href="http://www.signs4safety.com/parking.htm"&gt;websites &lt;/a&gt;selling these boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres my own, home cooked, 100% "n" quote.&lt;br /&gt;Vici, Vidi, Vini (I saw, I conquered, I came)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110948407685293706?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110948407685293706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110948407685293706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110948407685293706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110948407685293706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-corny-lines.html' title='Some corny lines'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110930247757197089</id><published>2005-02-24T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:34:37.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?!</title><content type='html'>It seems that this guy had been experimenting with an unusual method of seeking autoerotic gratification - namely, by inserting a live fish into his butt. What he hadn't counted on was the fish's scales acting, in effect, like one of those sets of driveway spikes that allow you to drive over them one way but puncture your tyres if you try to go the other way. In his pain and panic, he dialed 911. The EMT arrived, surveyed the situation, and said, "Son, you gotta learn to chew your food better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.funnyfact.com"&gt;FunnyFact.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty farce, but what the hell, you never know. People are crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110930247757197089?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110930247757197089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110930247757197089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110930247757197089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110930247757197089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110930134570066596</id><published>2005-02-24T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:15:45.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace!</title><content type='html'>What will you be called by your friends if you were dumped by &lt;a href="http://www.debramessing.com/"&gt;Debra Messing&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Will_&amp;_Grace/index.html"&gt;Will and Grace&lt;/a&gt; fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you have fallen from Grace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110930134570066596?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110930134570066596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110930134570066596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110930134570066596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110930134570066596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/grace.html' title='Grace!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110903592102375298</id><published>2005-02-21T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:58:29.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny T-Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=donk&amp;Category_Code=tops" title="T-Shirt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/thumbs/donk_sm.gif" alt="" id="nit-image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/thumbs/bhnd_sm.gif" id="nit-image"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2"&gt;Funny T-Shirts&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website has some really hilarious t-shirts, check out &lt;a href="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/tops1.html"&gt;their catalog&lt;/a&gt; for all the designs they have. Funny guys, I am surely getting one of these :) &lt;br /&gt;Some more  &lt;img src="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/thumbs/assh_sm.gif" id="nit-image"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110903592102375298?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110903592102375298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110903592102375298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110903592102375298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110903592102375298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/funny-t-shirts.html' title='Funny T-Shirts'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110900629993033014</id><published>2005-02-21T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:41:34.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored board?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jorb/2178708/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2178708_750a9a5e56_m.jpg" alt="" id="nit-image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jorb/2178708/"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jorb/"&gt;jorb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you ever need directions? I never did, expect the one time I took a bunch of kids on a trek and was horribly lost in the woods of &lt;a href="http://www.agumbe.com/"&gt;Agumbe&lt;/a&gt;. This is just what I would need. :) Wonder why all the markers point in the same direction. &lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110900629993033014?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110900629993033014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110900629993033014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110900629993033014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110900629993033014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/bored-board.html' title='Bored board?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110895626184331176</id><published>2005-02-20T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:24:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should patent my ideas</title><content type='html'>I was just talking to my friend and we were discussing ideas for restaurants, weird and innovative ones, and I am sure this one did appear in our conversation. I should now go and patent our other ideas too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.reuters.co.uk/news/newsArticle.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=2005-02-18T215837Z_01_DEN870037_RTRIDST_0_OUKOE-LIFE-NAKED.XML"&gt;Nudists dine in New York style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110895626184331176?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110895626184331176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110895626184331176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895626184331176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895626184331176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-should-patent-my-ideas.html' title='I should patent my ideas'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110895609147026308</id><published>2005-02-20T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:21:31.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Love?</title><content type='html'>A strip club in Boise, Idaho has found an artful way to prance past a city law that prohibits full nudity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what it calls Art Club Nights, the Erotic City strip club charges customers $15 for a sketch pad, pencil, and a chance to see completely naked women dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 the Boise City Council passed an ordinance banning total nudity in public unless it had "serious artistic merit" -- an exemption meant to apply to plays, dance performances and art classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a lot of people drawing some very good pictures," said Erotic City owner Chris Teague, who has posted many of the drawings around the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=573&amp;ncid=757&amp;e=1&amp;u=/nm/20050218/od_nm/odd_nudity_dc"&gt;Yahoo! news&lt;/a&gt; for the full story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110895609147026308?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110895609147026308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110895609147026308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895609147026308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895609147026308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/art-of-love.html' title='Art of Love?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110895527820104763</id><published>2005-02-20T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:07:58.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos the naked ape?</title><content type='html'>Two women sacked from their jobs caring for a gorilla in the US have sued their ex-employer for allegedly ordering them to show the animal their breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Alperin and Kendra Keller claim they were told to show their nipples to the gorilla, Koko, as a way of bonding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign language requests from Koko, the "talking" gorilla, were allegedly relayed to the women by the Gorilla Foundation's head, Francine Patterson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gorilla Foundation, based in San Francisco, strongly denies the claims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full story at &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4280961.stm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110895527820104763?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110895527820104763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110895527820104763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895527820104763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895527820104763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/whos-naked-ape.html' title='Whos the naked ape?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110895518516139290</id><published>2005-02-20T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:06:25.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-year-old drives mom's car to video store and back</title><content type='html'>A boy drove his mother's car to a video store in the middle of the night, police said - and he's all of 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was unable to reach the accelerator, the boy managed to put the car in gear and the idling engine provided enough power to take him slowly to the store, a quarter-mile from his home, about 1:30 a.m. Friday, Police Chief Doug Heugel said. Finding the store closed, the youngster began a slow trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weaving and with its headlights off, the car got the attention of police Sgt. Jay Osga, who initially thought he was following a driverless car that had taken off after being left running at a gas pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car turned into the boy's apartment complex and struck two parked cars, then backed up and struck Osga's police car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when Osga discovered the boy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knew how to go from forward to reverse," Osga said Monday. "The mother said she taught him how to drive by letting him sit on her lap and steer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No charges will be filed against the boy or his mother, Heugel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's 4 years old. His mom didn't even know he was up," Heugel told The Grand Rapids Press. "I don't think he even realizes what he did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.kstp.com/article/stories/S6113.html?cat=1"&gt;KTSP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110895518516139290?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110895518516139290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110895518516139290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895518516139290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895518516139290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/four-year-old-drives-moms-car-to-video.html' title='Four-year-old drives mom&apos;s car to video store and back'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110895535626152755</id><published>2005-02-20T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:09:16.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Neighbor?</title><content type='html'>A Colorado judge ordered two teen-age girls to pay about $900 for the distress a neighbor said they caused by giving her home-made cookies adorned with paper hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair were ordered to pay $871.70 plus $39 in court costs after neighbor Wanita Renea Young, 49, filed a lawsuit complaining that the unsolicited cookies, left at her house after the girls knocked on her door, had triggered an anxiety attack that sent her to the hospital the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Story on &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=573&amp;ncid=757&amp;e=1&amp;u=/nm/20050205/od_nm/odd_cookies_dc"&gt;Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110895535626152755?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110895535626152755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110895535626152755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895535626152755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110895535626152755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-thy-neighbor.html' title='Love Thy Neighbor?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110869388271641814</id><published>2005-02-17T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:46:16.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Names</title><content type='html'>Strange names for people, I have always been interested in such people. How about these? How about Peter Eastman who changed his name to Trout Fishing in America in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 200 listed Dicks in USA alone, about 150 people with the last name Cant. Wow, thats a nice name for a boss. Some more &lt;br /&gt;47-Dog&lt;br /&gt;127-Car&lt;br /&gt;65-Sandy Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115-Horse&lt;br /&gt;46-Antelope&lt;br /&gt;16-Ant&lt;br /&gt;4-Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116-Miss&lt;br /&gt;103-Try&lt;br /&gt;33-Funny&lt;br /&gt;3-Dirty&lt;br /&gt;72-Thing&lt;br /&gt;86-Cute&lt;br /&gt;200-Hair (Funniest was Ha'veen Hair)&lt;br /&gt;18-Peep&lt;br /&gt;136-People (Funniest were Tonya People, With D People)&lt;br /&gt;1-Results&lt;br /&gt;200-Fail&lt;br /&gt;200-Boss (cheez, they need to be named that?)&lt;br /&gt;8-Account&lt;br /&gt;29-Chair&lt;br /&gt;36-Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these people in the phonebook, no jokes. &lt;br /&gt;Horace Dicks (can you imagine how to pronounce this name)&lt;br /&gt;Rose Dicks, wow thats a romantic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best of all is there are about 200 people named Moron. Beat that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe me, try the &lt;a href="http://people.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo People Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110869388271641814?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110869388271641814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110869388271641814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869388271641814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869388271641814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/strange-names.html' title='Strange Names'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110869177613200605</id><published>2005-02-17T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:56:16.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did you last see a good Venn?</title><content type='html'>Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burningdoor.com/dick/images/venn%20diagram.gif"&gt;Venn Diagram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110869177613200605?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110869177613200605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110869177613200605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869177613200605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869177613200605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-did-you-last-see-good-venn.html' title='When did you last see a good Venn?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110861249565535969</id><published>2005-02-16T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:56:38.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?</title><content type='html'>Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the man who invests all your money, called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that to stop Windows, you have to click on "Start"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do steam irons have a permanent press setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they get a deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream container?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's tourist season, why can't we shoot them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's another word for thesaurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they use to ship styrofoam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is abbreviation such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be totally partial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the funeral procession is at night, do folks drive with their lights off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, why don't sheep shrink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If carrots are so good for the eyes, how come I see so many dead rabbits on the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a racecar is not called a racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "Q" were castrated, would he become "O"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Disney World a people trap run by a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the fire go when the fire goes out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is reading in the bathroom considered Multi-Tasking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the universe is everything, and scientists say that the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it the Department of Interior when they are in charge of everything outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you press harder on a remote-control when you know the battery is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lines are from &lt;a href="http://www.bitoffun.com"&gt;www.bitoffun.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110861249565535969?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110861249565535969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110861249565535969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110861249565535969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110861249565535969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/have-you-ever-imagined-world-with-no.html' title='Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110861144875690449</id><published>2005-02-16T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:37:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How about doing something worthwhile</title><content type='html'>Sometimes dont you feel you should do something to help others. Anything other than the routine mundane things we all do everyday. Here is a nobel website which facilitates such a thing, &lt;a href="http://www.volunteermatch.org/"&gt;volunteermatch.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can look for anyone requesting volunteer help, some of the posting do look like job openings, but thats beside the point. You can look for the kind of work you need. You will be suprised with the amount of postings this website has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also look for help from like minded people, if you are trying to do something on your own as well. I am surely signing up for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110861144875690449?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110861144875690449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110861144875690449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110861144875690449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110861144875690449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-about-doing-something-worthwhile.html' title='How about doing something worthwhile'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110850134921170674</id><published>2005-02-15T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:40:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our test website</title><content type='html'>We are in the process of building a new site. This is a test link for Ravi Kiran from my site as a referer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://qabudgettest.budget.com/budgetWeb/reservation/initializer.ex?pul=LAX"&gt;rent your car today | Budget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont bother going there if you are not Ravi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110850134921170674?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110850134921170674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110850134921170674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110850134921170674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110850134921170674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/our-test-website.html' title='Our test website'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110849858014391887</id><published>2005-02-15T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:16:20.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostermiller Java Utilities</title><content type='html'>If you are scratching your head about tiny little (common) problems in Java, a search in Google is always worth it. Look what I found, &lt;a href="http://ostermiller.org/utils/"&gt;com.Ostermiller.util Java Utilities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The String Tokenizer and CSV utilities are cool stuff, u would want to use but not write them ground up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110849858014391887?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ostermiller.org/utils/' title='Ostermiller Java Utilities'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110849858014391887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110849858014391887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110849858014391887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110849858014391887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/ostermiller-java-utilities.html' title='Ostermiller Java Utilities'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110869556604681265</id><published>2005-02-13T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:00:58.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my colleague about how accurate can Astrology be. How can one being born on a particular day and month dictate how you lead your life, what do you this day and this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many many months, I used to have news paper delivered home, and every morning I would read the daily forecast, it always used to turn out to be events that happened the previous day. I used to think its probably because I am a cusp (born on the border-line of the zodiac boundaries) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly its all in the human brain, we always like to predict and interpret, continously trying to find meaning in chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110869556604681265?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110869556604681265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110869556604681265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869556604681265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110869556604681265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/astrology.html' title='Astrology'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110818382599350774</id><published>2005-02-11T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:50:25.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sake! Beke!!</title><content type='html'>This line was made popular by one on my "famed" classmates. &lt;br /&gt;But in a new context "Sake Beke", was something refreshing, the clean rice drink, the Japanese folks miraculously came up with. What’s the probability of that happening? There are so many tropical countries and almost a third of the world’s population eating rice as their staple diet, but no other rice drink is as popular as Sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find out its 80% pure water, check &lt;a href="http://www.sake.nu/cgi-bin/htmlos.cgi/003883.1.4619135922447426391"&gt;this out&lt;/a&gt;, if you don’t believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hot sake guy; prefer that any day to a cold drink. I like it warm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110818382599350774?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110818382599350774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110818382599350774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110818382599350774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110818382599350774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/sake-beke.html' title='Sake! Beke!!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110818426217210870</id><published>2005-02-09T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T16:08:32.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Apprentice_3/candidates/audrey.shtml" title="Audrey"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Apprentice_3/images/candidates/candidate_audrey.jpg" alt="" id="nit-image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Apprentice_3/candidates/audrey.shtml"&gt;My Fav Apprentice&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl looks pretty hot and she is pretty smart too in the boardroom. I would like this lady to make it to final few people. And is she really just 22? Suddenly I feel old. I liked the first season a lot, the second was a little ok, but the third is quite crappy. Is this always the case with any Season III? Godfather was the probably the only thing which held up, even though the third part was only good-enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110818426217210870?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110818426217210870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110818426217210870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110818426217210870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110818426217210870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/apprentice.html' title='Apprentice'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110758433259993856</id><published>2005-02-05T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:21:00.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day just exactly fits in the newspaper.</title><content type='html'>:)) &lt;a href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/Jerry_Seinfeld/"&gt;Seinfield is quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the best man at the wedding. If I'm the best man, why is she marrying him?&lt;br /&gt;Introducing 'Lite' - The new way to spell 'Light', but with twenty per cent fewer letters.&lt;br /&gt;Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.&lt;br /&gt;A recent survey stated that the average person's greatest fear is having to give a speech in public. Somehow this ranked even higher than death which was third on the list. So, you're telling me that at a funeral, most people would rather be the guy in the coffin than have to stand up and give a eulogy.&lt;br /&gt;A bookstore is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110758433259993856?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/Jerry_Seinfeld/' title='It&apos;s amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day just exactly fits in the newspaper.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110758433259993856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110758433259993856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110758433259993856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110758433259993856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-amazing-that-amount-of-news-that.html' title='It&apos;s amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day just exactly fits in the newspaper.'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110757852115718632</id><published>2005-02-04T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:08:05.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its commercial Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stupidity.org/pics/people/remote.php" title="remote control"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myjavaserver.com/~nitboss/files/remotes.jpg" alt="" id="nit-image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.stupidity.org/pics/people/remote.php"&gt;Remote Control&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Find more at &lt;a href="http://www.stupidity.org"&gt;www.stupidity.org&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, everyone is getting commercial this weekend, after all its the super bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some links with some commercials, really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.epica-awards.com/epica/2004/winners/cat01.htm"&gt;Epica- European Ad Awards&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.tvonnet.com/funny2.htm"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; will surely crack you up, the videos are a little low resolution, but they make it up in material. Check it out, especially the British and the Australian commercials.&lt;br /&gt;- Dont forget to check out the banned Superbowl ad on &lt;a href="http://www.budweiser.com"&gt;Budweiser&lt;/a&gt;, its pretty good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110757852115718632?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110757852115718632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110757852115718632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110757852115718632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110757852115718632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-commercial-time.html' title='Its commercial Time'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110714073404930769</id><published>2005-01-30T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:09:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nitboss/4021616/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4021616_a176ea6786_m.jpg" alt=""  id="nit-image"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nitboss/4021616/"&gt;Mol and Dumma&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nitboss/"&gt;nitboss&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures from the 2003 December 3200 mile road trip to Florida. Only the first 17 pictures, as &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, a good service, stops a free user from uploading more than 10 MB per month. So more to come ... &lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110714073404930769?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110714073404930769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110714073404930769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110714073404930769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110714073404930769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/florida-trip.html' title='Florida Trip'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110710787190259771</id><published>2005-01-30T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:57:51.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade Shows?!</title><content type='html'>Follow up to my previous post of ego-sexuals, was browsing some cool blogs and found &lt;a href="http://www.xeni.net/"&gt;Xeni&lt;/a&gt;, shes an editor for pretty interesting blog &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;BoingBoing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a gallery of pictures taken from a trade show, a porn trade show to be precise and some of its offerings are pretty interesting. Check it out &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/XeniJardin/61804/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110710787190259771?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110710787190259771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110710787190259771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110710787190259771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110710787190259771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/trade-shows.html' title='Trade Shows?!'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110705387579337286</id><published>2005-01-29T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:57:55.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you lying</title><content type='html'>Is &lt;a href="http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies.php"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;chap lying or what? &lt;br /&gt;Even if he is, its quite an interesting read. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110705387579337286?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110705387579337286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110705387579337286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110705387579337286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110705387579337286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-saw-you-lying.html' title='I saw you lying'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110671040183532355</id><published>2005-01-25T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:21:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching my soul, just got easier</title><content type='html'>We had a revolution on how we accessed information, searched for obscure things, phone numbers, long lost friends, pretty much everything. Google keeps on gaining ground on new domains and how to search them to make life easier and better?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there really a GBrowser project? I will be glad to see IE's market share decrease and find a closure to stupid popups and security threats. Microsofts &lt;a href="http://www.linuxinsider.com/story/news/39951.html"&gt;take&lt;/a&gt; on this? "IE will atleast serve as a channel to provide updates to our OS", is that all? Thats pretty defeatist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, with anyone able to search books, closed captions, phone books all through one interface is revolutionary. What will Google search next, our souls? I would like to know what comes out of it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110671040183532355?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nick.typepad.com/blog/2004/10/ramblings_on_go.html' title='Searching my soul, just got easier'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110671040183532355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110671040183532355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110671040183532355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110671040183532355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/searching-my-soul-just-got-easier.html' title='Searching my soul, just got easier'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110653808915390087</id><published>2005-01-23T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:41:45.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is overrated</title><content type='html'>When you are in high school and talking to your friends about sex, you think its this magical, closest to bliss, act. There is huge thriving sex industry making several hundred billions on this very notion of this copulatory act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with sex, it certainly is awesome, but I think it is over-rated, when compared to pure and simple mastrubation. Here are some of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You dont have to find a partner, all you need is yourself and some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;2. You dont have to worry about the mood, getting her/him prepared, all of this has its own rush, but one has to agree, that this is probably the only good thing you will miss with a self-satisfying act.&lt;br /&gt;3. You dont have to worry about protection, the only thing you will need will probably be a napkin.&lt;br /&gt;4. No worry about catching some itch, you dont need.&lt;br /&gt;5. You can sleep off right after you finish, you dont have to talk to your partner, this I guess is more applicable to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the long run, I think its quite easy for a person, to live alone, not get into any commitments and have casual one night stands, eat, sleep, drink, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There certainly is a category of folks, asexuals, who do not practice sex, apart the more conventional, hetero, homo and bisexuals. Is there one for people who are content with themselves and occasional others? may be ego-sexuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110653808915390087?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110653808915390087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110653808915390087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110653808915390087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110653808915390087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/sex-is-overrated.html' title='Sex is overrated'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714231.post-110654029161080535</id><published>2005-01-22T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:38:11.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like my machine to make the sound of the yeti</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling recently because of a really painful adware, Bulls Eye Network. This I unfortunately downloaded when I was trying to download a codec for my Windows Media Player, little did I know, adwares can come through codecs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be really watchful of programs and their behaviors of any Microsoft product, they are soo open and vulnerable, no wonder &lt;a href="http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=story_24-1-2005_pg6_2"&gt;Firefox is gaining ground.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System Mechanic from &lt;a href="http://www.iolo.com"&gt;iolo&lt;/a&gt;, a pretty trustworthy and handy tool was of no use to remove the Bulls Eye malice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been little reprive thanks to the new Microsoft Windows &lt;a href="http://http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx"&gt;AntiSpyware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked, it scanned the registry, running processes to check for any TSRs and all my files. It took couple of tries to remove all the associated programs, but atleast it did it, pretty good for a Microsoft Beta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing you need to watch for is the not-so-clear licensing policy that Microsoft is following. It mysteriously asks if you are a legal user of the OS, even though it is not required for one to download the program. Also the program license expires after 180 days, wonder what Microsoft has up its sleeve for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714231-110654029161080535?l=nitboss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/feeds/110654029161080535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5714231&amp;postID=110654029161080535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110654029161080535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5714231/posts/default/110654029161080535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitboss.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-would-like-my-machine-to-make-sound.html' title='I would like my machine to make the sound of the yeti'/><author><name>nitboss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16165636470158566489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
