<?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-5834607208407766398</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:02:27.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According to Mike.  Yikes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-2775431590529994553</id><published>2011-09-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:04:59.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically Incorrect</title><content type='html'>It's 10:09 PM, MST and I am all riled up and ready to rant on my brand new sparkling soapbox!  After a few more weeks this "soapbox"--which is my codename for "blog"--will be anything but sparkly.  And not because of all the mean things I intend to say... I just mean that it will be used and abused.  Actually, maybe both.  Ha ha.  Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QM4pgY-Chwk/TmmsVllc6wI/AAAAAAAAejE/jLISREgAvyM/s1600/politicallyincorrect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QM4pgY-Chwk/TmmsVllc6wI/AAAAAAAAejE/jLISREgAvyM/s200/politicallyincorrect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650236694379424514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After a beautiful day spent working outside with fellow United Way volunteers, I thought it would be nice to come home and relax.  My idea of relaxing usually means something very active, but considering my sore muscles--a result of re-landscaping a playground all day, I figured a lazy 'do-nothing' relaxation would be nice.  After all, isn't this lazy mode of relaxation the true American way?  No wonder we're all getting so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of getting to my "American" roots: in my laziness I thought I would watch the republican debate that was held in the Reagen library on September 7th.  It was actually really intellectually stimulating and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else besides me actually watch these things?  After a few conversations, it seems that very few people even care, and one even admitted a personal decision not to participate in politics whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am a nerd, and I definitley have no pretenses about my neediness, but I would just like to say that I am very disappointed in how few of the people I know engage in politics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have complained to me that "all politicians do is bicker" or "politics and politicians have just gone downhill"...insert your own argument here.  But I say it's all hogwash.  Which is a nicer term for ........  Well, yeah, I am not going to cuss to online (probably not in person either...probably), but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is that some of these same people are ADAMANT about not getting involved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one friend who refuses to eat at McDonald's.  He says he has never eaten there and it's kind of stand he has taken.  I can respect that.  Someone else I know has never seen any 'Star Wars' movie--and despite the fact that people constantly try to convince her to watch, she never gives in because I guess she figures that this funny quirk defines her in a way.  I dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is it that people can act like their ignorance to American politics somehow defines them in a positive way or is attractive?  If I'm being honest, other people's ignorance doesn't offend me, and other people lack of desire to be informed doesn't offend me either.  After all we live in a free country.  But don't expect me to give you any credibility.  And please don't complain about taxes, the economy, any elected official, any social issue, or any appendage of any of the heretofore listed topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy.  We have families, jobs, and hobbies, and we still need to eat a couple of times everyday, and after all that we still have to find time to...well...poop.  Let's face it: everyone poops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.  If politics have gone downhill, we have nobody to blame but ourselves.  We cast the votes that elect our officials who represent us.  And by the way, I DO engage in politics, so I don't blame myself.  I just blame the ignorant who are among us, and I secretly loathe them!  Okay, not really.  But kind of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't care what your political affiliation is.  Republican, democrat, obama-lover,  tea-party supporter, independent, etc.  Heck, my roommate thinks that legalizing marijuana would be the most effective way to control the drug problem!  So whatever crackpot political ideas are out there (yes, I think legalizing drugs is a bad idea), lets just all get involved, know the issues, and pay attention so we can make our voice heard.  If we don't do it, someone else will, and I am not willing to trust that the next person will have America's best interest in mind.  Or my best interest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....it's getting late and I want to go to bed and I'm not really sure how to end this.  Amen?  No...not really.  This is one of my first soapbox blog rants, so I am still learning.  But for now, lets just say goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-2775431590529994553?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/2775431590529994553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/09/politically-incorrect.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2775431590529994553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2775431590529994553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/09/politically-incorrect.html' title='Politically Incorrect'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QM4pgY-Chwk/TmmsVllc6wI/AAAAAAAAejE/jLISREgAvyM/s72-c/politicallyincorrect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-8703630355286071858</id><published>2011-08-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:45:51.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog?...or not to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-naINWKAciFE/Tlxq9osWJxI/AAAAAAAAd_U/2_SZR76CGXE/s1600/to_be_not_to_be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-naINWKAciFE/Tlxq9osWJxI/AAAAAAAAd_U/2_SZR76CGXE/s320/to_be_not_to_be.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646505639943743250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  So I am fairly conflicted.  As I sit here in my my nice cushy black chair with my legs reclined, the windows open, and the soft sound of crickets within earshot, I am considering the possibility of becoming a blogger.  Again.  Because I sort of did it a little bit back in the day (a little).  And I enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I am fairly intimidated about being a consistent blogger--for heck sakes, I am a single Mormon guy living in Salt Lake City, UT and I'm an accountant.  How interesting can my posts be?!  My dad always jokes about how an accountant coming to a party is the same as two good people leaving.  Thanks for the confidence boost Dad--(don't worry, he is an accountant too).  But it's sort of funny because there is a tiny amount of truth to that point!  I can always write about how the printer jammed at work, or how my password expired on on my computer, right??  But seriously, these are the kinds of stupid things people write about when they type these, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I'll do it with class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets just go ahead and face a cold hard truth: half the reason people even have these things is to get up on top of their online soapbox and rant about things they'd never dare to say out loud to anyone in a face to face setting.  I'm not sure I've actually ever done that....but I have learned never to say never.  And anyone who knows that I have lots of crazy things going on in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the endless debate of whether to make the blog private or public.  There is someone at work who recently sent me a text message telling me that I am being removed from being their facebook friend--something about keeping professional and personal life separate.  I guess I see that logic in that, but then again, it seems strange to want to portray yourself so differently between home, work, online, school, church, blah, blah, and blah.  Isn't the definition of integrity something along the lines of being the same--consistent and honest in any situation?  Yeah, I know I'm a hypocrite, but I'm working on it.  Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: Has anyone out there (besides me) ever been blogged about?  This has happened to me thrice!  I will tell you that it is a very strange thing to read about a situation you were part of, only, reading it in language that tells the story as if you had never heard it.  Sort of funny how the same situation can look so different from two angles--and apparently there really are two sides to every story! I'm so much sexier in my versions.  And obviously my version is the more truthful version.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am blabbling now.  I guess the point of all this is that I am going to start blogging again.  I just hope I'm not overly raunchy or immature in my writing.  Actually that will be a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to the adventure.  To all two of you who read this, thanks for coming along.  Should be an interesting journey!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5834607208407766398-8703630355286071858?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/8703630355286071858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-blogor-not-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/8703630355286071858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/8703630355286071858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-blogor-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog?...or not to blog...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-naINWKAciFE/Tlxq9osWJxI/AAAAAAAAd_U/2_SZR76CGXE/s72-c/to_be_not_to_be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-6565314389699787239</id><published>2011-03-02T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:45:47.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe…  that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that no matter how bad your heart is broken that the world doesn’t stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.  And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that you shouldn’t be eager to find out a secret.  It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that you should always leave loved ones with loving well wishes. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that you can keep going long after you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that we don’t have to change friends, if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that you either control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, that passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…  that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones who help you get back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-6565314389699787239?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/6565314389699787239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-that-two-people-can-look-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/6565314389699787239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/6565314389699787239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-that-two-people-can-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-5809495255257062594</id><published>2009-10-27T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:11:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Herein lies the inspiration to my Halloween costume this year..... seriously, this story is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Suc3okEjmrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vfucc9qBHmg/s1600-h/2006_v_for_vendetta_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Suc3okEjmrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vfucc9qBHmg/s320/2006_v_for_vendetta_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397343848443910834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the fifth of November,&lt;br /&gt;The gunpowder treason and plot,&lt;br /&gt;I know of no reason&lt;br /&gt;Why the gunpowder treason&lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawkes is notorious for his involvement in the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. He was probably placed in charge of executing the plot because of his military and explosives experience. The plot, masterminded by Robert Catesby, was an attempt by a group of religious conspirators to kill King James I of England, his family, and most of the aristocracy, by blowing up the House of Lords in the Palace of Westminster during the State Opening of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 5 November 1605, the day the plot was discovered, Londoners were encouraged to celebrate the King's escape from assassination by lighting bonfires in the city, "it ways provided that ‘this testimony of joy be careful done without any danger or disorder”, beginning a tradition that has persisted across the UK ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Mayor and aldermen of the City of London commemorated the conspiracy on 5 November for years after with a sermon in St Paul's Cathedral. Popular accounts of the plot supplemented these sermons, some of which were published and have survived. Many in the city left money in their wills to pay for a minister to preach a sermon annually in their own parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th-century England, it became a tradition for children to display a grotesque effigy of Fawkes, termed a "guy", as part of the Bonfire Night celebration. As part of the tradition, they would often stand on street corners begging for "a penny for the guy". The "guy" would be burned on a bonfire at the end of the evening. As a consequence, "guy" came to mean a man of odd appearance. Subsequently, in American English, "guy" lost any pejorative connotation, becoming a simple reference for any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawkes and the other conspirators rented a cellar beneath the House of Lords after having failed in their attempt to dig a tunnel under the building. By March 1605, they had hidden 1,800 pounds (36 barrels, or 800 kg) of gunpowder in the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the conspirators were concerned about fellow Catholics who would have been present at Parliament during the opening. On the evening of 26 October Lord Monteagle, received an anonymous letter warning him to stay away, and to "retyre youre self into yowre contee whence yow maye expect the event in safti for . . . they shall receyve a terrible blowe this parleament".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite quickly becoming aware of the letter—informed by one of Monteagle's servants—they resolved to continue with their plans, as it appeared that it "was clearly thought to be a hoax". Monteagle had been made suspicious, however, and the letter was shown to King James. The king ordered Sir Thomas Knyvet to conduct a search of the cellars underneath Parliament, which he did in the early hours of 5 November. Shortly after midnight, Fawkes was found leaving the cellar the conspirators had rented and was arrested. Inside, the barrels of gunpowder were discovered hidden under piles of firewood and coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawkes gave his name as John Johnson, and was tortured over the next few days in an effort to extract from him the names of his co-conspirators. King James directed that the torture be light at first, but more severe if necessary. Sir William Wade, Lieutenant of the Tower of London at this time, supervised the torture and obtained Fawkes's confession. For three or four days Fawkes said nothing, nor divulged the names of his co-conspirators. Only when he found out that they had proclaimed themselves by appearing in arms did he succumb. The torture only revealed the names of those conspirators who were already dead or whose names were known to the authorities. On 31 January, Fawkes and a number of others implicated in the conspiracy were tried in Westminster Hall. After being found guilty, they were taken to Old Palace Yard in Westminster and St Paul's Yard, where they were to be hanged, drawn and quartered. Fawkes, weakened by his torture, was the last to climb the ladder to the gallows, from which he jumped, breaking his neck in the fall and thus avoiding the gruesome latter part of his execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to WIKI, from whom I’ve blatantly plagiarized this material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-5809495255257062594?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/5809495255257062594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/10/herein-lies-inspiration-to-my-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/5809495255257062594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/5809495255257062594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/10/herein-lies-inspiration-to-my-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Suc3okEjmrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vfucc9qBHmg/s72-c/2006_v_for_vendetta_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-942502766108908952</id><published>2009-08-20T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:09:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris my freaking butt.</title><content type='html'>Mike Koch once visited the Virgin Islands...&lt;br /&gt;They are now The Islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill&lt;br /&gt;99 % of germs&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can kill 100% percent of whatever the heck he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch counted to infinity - twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch doesn't cheat death&lt;br /&gt;He wins fair and square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch's tears cure cancer&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he has never cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch does not sleep&lt;br /&gt;He waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd; no one fools Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can speak braille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch once won a game of Connect Four in 3 moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch owns the greatest Poker Face of all-time&lt;br /&gt;It helped him win the World Series of Poker despite him holding just a Joker, a Get out of Jail Free Monopoly card, a of clubs, of spades and a green # card from the game Uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can delete the Recycling Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can do a wheelie on a unicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a high school math test, Mike Koch put down "Violence" as every one of the answers&lt;br /&gt;He got an A+ on the test because Mike Koch solves all his problems with Violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spell Mike Koch wrong on Google it doesn't say, "Did you mean Mike Koch?" It simply replies, "Run while you still have the chance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a cobra bit Mike Koch's leg&lt;br /&gt;After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch died ten years ago, but the Grim Reaper can't get up the courage to tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch runs Windows Vista on his Etch-a-Sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch was originally cast as the main character in , but was replaced by the producers when he managed to kill every terrorist and save the day in minutes and seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can slam revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it looks like chicken, tastes like chicken, and feels like chicken but Mike Koch says its beef, then it's freaking beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffes were created when Mike Koch uppercutted a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch goes killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman owns a pair of Mike Koch pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can have both feet on the ground and kick butt at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch doesn't read books&lt;br /&gt;He stares them down until he gets the information he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch sleeps with a night light&lt;br /&gt;Not because Mike Koch is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can kill two stones with one bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike Koch gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you have left to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch's dog is trained to pick up his own poop because Mike Koch will not take crap from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Mike roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back&lt;br /&gt;The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to spin&lt;br /&gt;The next minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can play the violin with a piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death once had a near-Mike Koch experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates lives in constant fear that Mike Koch's PC will crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch is the only person on the planet that can kick you in the back of the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can strangle you with a cordless phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can squeeze orange juice out of a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts are actually caused by Mike Koch killing people faster than Death can process them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of waking up is not Folgers in your cup, but knowing that Mike Koch didn't kill you in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch eats the core of an apple first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch was once charged with three attempted murdered in Boulder County, but the Judge quickly dropped the charges because Mike Koch does not "attempt" murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch has to maintain a concealed weapon license in all states in order to legally wear pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions are the breakfast of Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can build a snowman out of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch never retreats, he just attacks in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC Hammer learned the hard way that Mike Koch can touch this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1991, Mike Koch shot a 14 on an 18 hole golf course, falling short of his personal best by 2 strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can drown a fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch plays russian roulette with a fully loded revolver&lt;br /&gt;and wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason newborn babies cry is because they know they have just entered a world with Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch once punched a man in the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike Koch enters a room, he doesn't turn the lights on, he turns the dark off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike Koch looks in a mirror the mirror shatters, because not even glass is stupid enough to get in between Mike Koch and Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch once had a heart attack; his heart lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can make a paraplegic run for his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is considered a great accomplishment to go down Niagara Falls in a wooden barrel&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can go up Niagara Falls in a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was nimble, Jack was quick, but Jack still couldn't dodge Mike Koch's roundhouse kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time Mike Koch was wrong was when he thought he had made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr T once defeated Mike Koch in a game of Tic-Tac-Toe&lt;br /&gt;In retaliation, Mike Koch invented racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch once bowled a 300. Without a ball.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even in a bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch likes to knit sweaters in his free time&lt;br /&gt;And by "knit", I mean "kick", and by "sweaters", I mean "babies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Parks refused to get out of her seat because she was saving it for Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Handicap parking sign does not signify that this spot is for handicapped people&lt;br /&gt;It is actually in fact a warning, that the spot belongs to Mike Koch and that you will be handicapped if you park there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last digit of pi is Mike Koch&lt;br /&gt;He is the end of all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch doesn't need a miracle in order to split the ocean&lt;br /&gt;He just walks in and the water gets the heck out of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God said, "Let there be light", Mike Koch said, "say please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can throw Brett Favre even further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can create a rock so heavy that even he can't lift it&lt;br /&gt;And then he lifts it anyways, just to show you who the heck Mike Koch is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinatas were made in an attempt to get Mike Koch to stop kicking the people of Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this backfired, as all it has resulted in is Mike Koch now looking for candy after he kicks his victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief export of Mike Koch is pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch is the only person that can punch a cyclops between the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to a man's heart is with Mike Koch's fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch can tie his shoes with his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch cannot predict the future; the future just better freaking do what Mike Koch says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch was originally offered the role as Frodo in Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;He declined because, "Only a loser would need three movies to destroy a piece of jewelery&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see Mike Koch, he can see you&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see Mike Koch you may be only seconds away from death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch does not know where you live, but he knows where you will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch doesn't play "hide-and-seek&lt;br /&gt;" He plays "hide-and-pray-I-don't-find-you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Koch used to beat the crap out of his shadow because it was following to close&lt;br /&gt;It now stands a safe 10 feet behind him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once tried to tell Mike Koch that roundhouse kicks aren't the best way to kick someone&lt;br /&gt;This has been recorded by historians as the worst mistake anyone has ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR REAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-942502766108908952?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/942502766108908952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuck-norris-my-freaking-butt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/942502766108908952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/942502766108908952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuck-norris-my-freaking-butt.html' title='Chuck Norris my freaking butt.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-7053674085598733102</id><published>2009-06-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:32:01.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell phones vs. our own Humanity</title><content type='html'>Alright people. This is a declaration of freedom. With Independence Day coming up, I thought this post would be very timely and appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Declaration of Independence States:&lt;br /&gt;"But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such [annoyances]..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who let alcohol run their lives; there are people who let their job run their lives; back in the day, it was the freaking British who were trying to run our lives. The same thing could be said of sports, drugs, school, cigarettes, etc. Some are good things, some aren't. More and more though, I've been noticing a new trend: there are many people whose lives are run by their CELL PHONE. It's like it's a permanent attachment to their hand or face. It's disgusting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone companies are like the new tobacco industry of the 21st century. They are modernized and equipped to satisfy our addiction. The main difference between smokers and cell phone users is that smokers generally know where and when it is okay to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I've about had it with my cell phone.  It seems like I go through a new phone about once every 4-5 months....ha ha, probably because I'm so abusive to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my parents were commenting: "back in my day we didn't have cell phones and we got around fine." I started thinking about my own Jr.High days and how we had no cell phones at that time either. Honestly, if I had a permanent residence and wasn't such a transient student, I don't think I would have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my phone because I need it, but that's about the extent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are completely at a loss for any of this, let me give you some basic etiquette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't talk on your phone at any meal table, or any meal period. If you must, then excuse yourself and have your conversation elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try not to talk to talk on your phone when others are in the car with you. If you must, keep it short, and quickly apologize to the other person(s) before and after the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Avoid using your phone at any type of social gathering, event, etc. Often, I will go out of my way to leave my phone in the car or even turn it off when I am with friends, with family, in classes, or even when I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so my intention is not be offensive. This note is not personal to anyone nor does it contain any subliminal or hidden messages. More than anything, this note is preventative maintenance so you won't ever have to wonder why I may not answer my phone. Also, I am a hypocrite. I'm pretty sure I've done all these things myself....which is why I am now in the stage of trying to detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I don't have texting in my phone plan....text me, just carefully ;)....that way I can keep affording it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing: HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=a725f3782aef3110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;Click on this link, this is an Excellent article by Brad Wilcox:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=a725f3782aef3110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-7053674085598733102?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/7053674085598733102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/7053674085598733102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/7053674085598733102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-people.html' title='Cell phones vs. our own Humanity'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-5557401383929754478</id><published>2009-05-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:45:05.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole seafood thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Shtvv8nYlyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3RNW4coaDY4/s1600-h/FISH.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Shtvv8nYlyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3RNW4coaDY4/s400/FISH.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339984652693706530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those of you who are vegetarians will understand this blog-entry and appreciate it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-5557401383929754478?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/5557401383929754478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-seafood-thing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/5557401383929754478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/5557401383929754478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-seafood-thing.html' title='The whole seafood thing.'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/Shtvv8nYlyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3RNW4coaDY4/s72-c/FISH.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-4376488520217724260</id><published>2009-04-10T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:01:45.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-What????</title><content type='html'>There are many "anti's" in our world.  We are surrounded by "anti's" all around us.  Anti-Matter, anti-flag, anti-Christ, anti-virus, anti-depressants, anti-federalists, and others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned about one more "anti" that needs to be exposed...  This newest "anti" is what I call the "anti-me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJKa-M4CLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MEQ4-_Ao5Y/s1600-h/antime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJKa-M4CLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MEQ4-_Ao5Y/s320/antime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323899536739403954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my professor's up at Utah State University brought this new phenomenon of the "anti-me" to my attention.  This phenomenon of which I speak is indeed very startling.  Let me explain: there is a law called the the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_averages"&gt;law of Averages...  &lt;/a&gt; (I put the link to the Wiki article because we all know that Wiki is a superior academic source, respected by nuclear physicists, brain surgeons, rocket scientists, and peach farmers alike.)  Anyway, this law of averages is an interesting thing....let us examine this law and discus how it's connected to the concept of the "anti-me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few averages to begin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/technology/2008/11/americans-now-w.html"&gt;Television.&lt;/a&gt;   The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 142 hours per MONTH!  That's nearly 36 hours/week and 5 hours every day!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB112671039063140472.html"&gt;Eating.&lt;/a&gt;  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person consumes 23.2 pounds of ice cream in a year, not to mention 24.7 pounds of confectioneries...YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.debtlawnetwork.com/what-is-the-average-credit-card-debt-of-an-individual/"&gt;Debt.&lt;/a&gt;  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; American carries, on average, $8,562 of credit card debt.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com/question/how-many-cigarettes-does-an-average-person-smoke-in-a-day"&gt;Smoking.&lt;/a&gt;  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person smokes 16.8 cigarettes per day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these are some scary averages!  And the scariest thing to me is that these are AVERAGES!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much ice cream I eat in a year?  Think I eat 23 pounds?  Probably not even an entire 1/2 gallon container.  I have no credit card debt, I rarely watch TV (only minimal amounts on the weekend), and I don't smoke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the following illustration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJOuCYkn6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hagPzLJJ0wE/s1600-h/normal+curve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJOuCYkn6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hagPzLJJ0wE/s400/normal+curve.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323904262326230946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the center of the normal curve represents the average person.  Let us remember that the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; person spends 145 hours per month watching TV, eats almost 25 pounds of ice cream per year, maintains $8,562 worth of credit card debt, and smokes 16.8 cigarettes per day.  Who knows what other nasty habits this average person indulges in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at ZERO and NEAR-ZERO on all of these averages; therefore, in order for the average to be maintained, there must be a person who is on the opposite side of the curve from me.  Statistically speaking, there is a person out there who eats 40 pounds of ice cream annually, smokes nearly 30 cigarettes a day, maintains at least $16,000 of credit card debt and watches almost 300 hours of television per month.  WOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own personal anti-me is out there....somewhere.  I want to find out who this person is, put a dog collar on this guy, because I own this pathetic sicko.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJhNjZ0sGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-cF7NolcwSM/s1600-h/ME_AntiME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJhNjZ0sGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-cF7NolcwSM/s320/ME_AntiME.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323924594975092834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone see's this impostor, please let me know.  He is my slave.  I've got my cattle prod ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-4376488520217724260?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/4376488520217724260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/04/anti-what.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/4376488520217724260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/4376488520217724260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/04/anti-what.html' title='Anti-What????'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SeJKa-M4CLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MEQ4-_Ao5Y/s72-c/antime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-2026892888043803906</id><published>2009-02-25T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:25:01.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark meets the Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SaZGbL0tBRI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Ad7pxi6G4M/s1600-h/biblical+disaster+big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SaZGbL0tBRI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Ad7pxi6G4M/s400/biblical+disaster+big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307006643746964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.  I don't know if the picture (shown above) would be considered sacrilegious or not (sorry Noah); probably some Titanic survivors would find this incredibly offensive, but I think they're all dead now anyway.  All the ones who survived the cold water MUST be dead from old age, right?  Ultimately, I had to put away any fears I might have had that a Titanic-survivor would come onto my blog only to read this post, look at the picture, and become offended, because  it seemed only appropriate for the world to have the opportunity to appreciate this special artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture could represent many things...I'll just name a few.  (Warning: some items will not make sense to everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Growing  up.&lt;br /&gt;2.  What happens when you take an accounting test without studying.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The "kiss of death."&lt;br /&gt;4.  The consequences of global warming. (stupid environmentalists....)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;6.  My life on "24."&lt;br /&gt;7.  The personality of anyone who has ever attended BYU. (sorry if this applies to you.)&lt;br /&gt;8.  All return missionaries during re-entry into society.&lt;br /&gt;9.  The war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;10.  The economy and/or job market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have anything to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-2026892888043803906?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/2026892888043803906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/noahs-ark-meets-titanic.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2026892888043803906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2026892888043803906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/noahs-ark-meets-titanic.html' title='Noah&apos;s Ark meets the Titanic'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SaZGbL0tBRI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Ad7pxi6G4M/s72-c/biblical+disaster+big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-2251119140702248831</id><published>2009-02-14T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:07:30.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjmd_hcqwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cMHBsLqyGbg/s1600-h/24_logo_161206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjmd_hcqwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cMHBsLqyGbg/s320/24_logo_161206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303241964171078402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, we all have secrets.  Only, my secret is more of an addiction that I try and hide from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am addicted to the TV series "24."  I fully admit that sometimes I  wish I could be Jack Baur.  So far I have sacrificed food, homework, time at work, and hours and hours of sleep to satisfy my need for the guns, violence, and bureaucratic politicking that this fictitious TV show offers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, I'm actually kind of embarrassed about how much time I waste on this show.  I often go to great lengths to make myself appear to be doing something productive, thus deceiving my roommates and friends.  For example:  one time I opened up some textbooks and sort of spread them around my bed while I watched "24" on my laptop with my headphones.  Anytime anyone would come in, I'd just tell them how swamped I felt with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I turned off all the lights in my room and locked the door, pretending to be asleep.  I came out a couple hours later and my roommate, who was still awake, asked me if I was having trouble sleeping.  Those who know me well know that I often have severe sleeping problems.  Exploiting this fact, I lied to my roommate, telling him a sob-story about my insomnia in order to cover up my irresponsibility of watching my show into all hours of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have just finished season 2, and now I can take a break before I start season 3.  Maybe that's how I'll spend my spring break.....anyone in???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-2251119140702248831?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/2251119140702248831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-addiction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2251119140702248831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/2251119140702248831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-addiction.html' title='Fighting the Addiction'/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjmd_hcqwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cMHBsLqyGbg/s72-c/24_logo_161206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834607208407766398.post-4793621541656691392</id><published>2009-02-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:50:35.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well now it's official!  I finally have my own blog!   I'm not really quite sure what good can come from this (ha ha), but I'm excited to see what randomness I can create with this new blog as my vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a list of things I intend to make fun of over future posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sarah Palin, Hillary Clinton, and Rod Blagojevich (aka: G-Rod!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Female drivers (I could be politically correct or I could be blunt...)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Colonoscopies&lt;br /&gt;4.  People who for real believe in aliens&lt;br /&gt;5.  Engineers&lt;br /&gt;6.  Poor shoe selection---you'll find out soon....&lt;br /&gt;7.  Airport security and/or University Police&lt;br /&gt;8.  People who make out in public&lt;br /&gt;9.  Environmentalists, the "green-movement" in general, global warming, and Al Gore.&lt;br /&gt;10.  French Canadians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and more coming soon.  Stay tuned!  I know I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834607208407766398-4793621541656691392?l=mikeykoch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/feeds/4793621541656691392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-now-its-official-i-finally-have-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/4793621541656691392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834607208407766398/posts/default/4793621541656691392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeykoch.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-now-its-official-i-finally-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXwRHwmKb9M/SZjm2c_Y2tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bf1nLRslOyg/S220/ME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
