<?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-978539</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:22.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shmott</title><subtitle type='html'>Which came first, the Egg or the McMuffin?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-106939084798555727</id><published>2003-11-20T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:01:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you looking for the ideal Christmas present for your sports fanatic dad, I believe I've found it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/106939084798555727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/106939084798555727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939084798555727' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-2021738</id><published>2001-01-18T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T07:21:10.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday is Weird Picture Day! Today's picture is:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/2021738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/2021738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2021738' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-2009808</id><published>2001-01-17T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-17T10:45:25.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how, thanks to the Internet, people from all over the world can come together and find stupid ways to waste their time.  A while back, I signed up for a service called Gumball.  It's a free service that tracks all the "hits" I recieve to the site, and emails me the information every day.  It turns out that have somehow been added to a bunch of the big search engines like Yahoo and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/2009808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/2009808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2009808' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1993613</id><published>2001-01-16T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-16T13:12:42.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, BOYS AND GIRLS, CHILDREN OF ALL AGES.  AFTER THREE WEEKS OF SILENCE, SHMOTT RETURNS IN ALL IT'S SPLENDOR!  COME WITNESS THE GREATNESS, THE SPECTACLE, THE UNABASHED USE OF UPPERCASE LETTERS!Sorry about that, I just got caught up in the moment.  That's right folks, Shmott is back.  To all of my faithful readers who have sent me emails politely informing me that I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1993613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1993613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#1993613' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1687607</id><published>2000-12-16T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-16T23:36:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every year, millions of families come together to celebrate a magical holiday: Secretary's Day.  Oh wait, that's not what I'm talking about.  What I'm refering to of course is Christmas.  But does everyone truly understand the symbolism and significance behind this treasured day?  Unfortunately, the answer is no.  In fact, in a nationwide poll of high school students accross America, 76% said the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1687607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1687607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1687607' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1678975</id><published>2000-12-15T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-15T23:22:49.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As everyone knows by now, the 2000 Presidential election is over.  I have recieved a few emails asking me about my opinion on the whole deal."Sean, now that, like, the election is over and stuff, like, what are we supposed to watch on TV?"Well, my friends, I'm not sure.  It was nice being able to come home everyday to spend hours on end staring at the television, waiting to hear whether the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1678975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1678975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1678975' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1660950</id><published>2000-12-14T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-14T11:31:59.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spoke with someone this morning at work who was asking for the President's Leadership Class.  This is an organization at CU whose mission is "to nurture a deep understanding of leadership and its responsible application with a commitment to business and community development, and to make everyone else feel like a giant moron."  Few experiences in my life were more humbling than when I applied </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1660950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1660950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1660950' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1660549</id><published>2000-12-14T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-14T08:14:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday is Weird Picture Day! Today's weird picture:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1660549' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1638752</id><published>2000-12-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-12T09:01:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Talks About Relationships Day!  Today's topic:Resolutions that MatterWe are fast approaching that time of the year when we all get together to remember the past, look forwards to the future, and get confetti in our hair.  That's right, New Year's is coming sooner than you think, and while you're still trying to find the perfect gift for your Aunt Gertrude ("Hmm, Raspberry Bath </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1638752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1638752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1638752' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1588834</id><published>2000-12-07T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T09:29:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about this time of year, the snow softly falling, the soft glow of lights hanging from trees, that makes me want to scream.  That's because I don't have time to enjoy the many beautiful aspects of the holiday season.  I'm busy preparing for my finals, and  I'm about to go insane.Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who's under intense pressure right now.  College students all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1588834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1588834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1588834' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1588283</id><published>2000-12-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T08:03:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday is Weird Picture of the Week Day!! This week's picture:Apparently someone forgot how to proofread.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1588283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1588283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1588283' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1577808</id><published>2000-12-06T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T09:55:30.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is joke day! Today's joke is:A woman walks up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch. “I couldn’t help noticing how happy you look,” she says. “What’s your secret for a long, happy life?” “I smoke three packs a day, drink a case of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods and never, ever exercise.” “Wow, that’s amazing,” says the woman. “How old are you?” ”Twenty-six.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1577808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1577808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1577808' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1565039</id><published>2000-12-05T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-05T09:41:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Talks About Relationships Day! Today's topic is:Don't Be An IdiotMany of  us have dated more than one person.  Some of us have dated the phone book.  But at some point, many of us have been with that one truly amazing person.  That one who made our lives have a deeper meaning.  That one you'd pass up playoff tickets for.  You all know what I'm talking about.  Your soul mate.Many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1565039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1565039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1565039' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1550611</id><published>2000-12-03T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-03T23:03:31.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting concerned about kids these days.  As you all know it's Christmas season, and your local Toys R' Making a Buttload of Money Right Now store is being pillaged by parents in efforts to give their kids the best Christmas ever, or at least aviod making them cry Christmas morning. "But mom, I wanted the BLUE Dragonball Z character, not the Yellow one! I bet Bobby's mom got him a blue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1550611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1550611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1550611' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1514521</id><published>2000-11-30T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-02T02:25:08.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While everyone has been recovering from the turkey hangover we all had last week, many important developments have taken place in this great country of ours.  Developments that have gripped the nation, have created mass hysteria, and have brought checkout girls around the country to their knees, begging for mercy.  That's right, it's holiday season once again!  And we all know what that means, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1514521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1514521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1514521' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1514042</id><published>2000-11-30T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-30T08:13:21.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday is Weird Picture Day! Today's weird picture is:If it's a bagless vacuum cleaner, why do you need replacement bags?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1514042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1514042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1514042' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1505095</id><published>2000-11-29T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-29T12:57:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is Joke Day! Today's Joke is:A passenger plane on a cross-country trip runs into a terrible storm. The plane gets pounded by rain, hail, wind and lightening. The passengers panic, certain that the plane is going to crash and they are all going to die. At the height of the storm, a young woman jumps up and exclaims, “I can’t take this anymore! I can’t just sit here and die like an animal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1505095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1505095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1505095' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1504973</id><published>2000-11-29T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-29T12:44:33.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have much to talk about today, so I'd like to share the mail I've recieved in regards to yesterday's article on cheating.  This one comes from Tara Pionkowski, a fellow Boulder resident:"Well, I have a few thoughts on your little ditty today. First of all, who ever said that guys need to constantly entertain their girlfriends so they don't get bored? Reality is the fact that sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1504973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1504973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1504973' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1504640</id><published>2000-11-29T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-29T12:11:35.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody!  Just wanted to let you all know that I have a new feature to the site.  It's an online forum where you can interact with the site.  Want to provide your input on one of my posts? Want to have an intelligent discussion over whether or not Sean's a giant boogerhead?  Then visit my forum! Just click here to go to it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1504640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1504640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1504640' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1491255</id><published>2000-11-28T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-28T09:35:24.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Writes About Relationships Day! Today's Topic:What to do if she cheats on youI have recieved a couple of emails asking about my feelings on this topic. We've all heard the sob stories about this. Eugene and Helen have been dating for six months or so, and Eugene is head over heels in love with her.  He's convinced that this girl is the "One".  Then one day he discovers that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1491255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1491255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1491255' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1481806</id><published>2000-11-27T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-27T13:48:40.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Thanksgiving is over, and everyone is back in Boulder, eager for another week of higher learning and protests.  The weekend for me was filled with lots of eating, watching football, playing football, and hanging out with Joelle.  Not a bad way to spend a break.  Now that I'm back in Boulder I can resume my health kick.  Hopefully the stuffing didn't do too much damage.I came up with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1481806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1481806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1481806' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1436091</id><published>2000-11-22T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-22T11:53:36.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving is that time when we're supposed to reflect upon the past year, write down some resolutions, find some colored eggs, dress up in costumes and go plant a tree.  Oh wait, that doesn't sound right.  Oh yes, Thanksgiving is that time of year when we take a moment to give thanks for all the good in our lives.  I know this technically isn't Thanksgiving, but I have no intentions of leaving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1436091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1436091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1436091' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1424005</id><published>2000-11-21T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-21T08:40:03.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I'm going to take a break from Relationship Day to write about Thanksgiving. Yes, that wonderful time of year when friends and family gather together, enjoy each other's company, and gorge themselves sick on turkey.  But do we all remember why we celebrate this holiday? The tale of Thanksgiving has been passed on through the generations, and has become a very distorted version of the truth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1424005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1424005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1424005' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1383285</id><published>2000-11-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-16T09:00:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have recieved a couple of emails asking for my input on this whole election screw-up deal.  I had tried to stay out of it, mostly because I didn't vote this year.  John McCain wasn't on the ballot, and I really despised Gore and Bush, and Nader was a borderline socialist.  Given this fact, I have recieved numerous lectures about my "obligation as an American," and how it's my constitution right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1383285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1383285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1383285' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1375245</id><published>2000-11-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-15T13:04:17.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I made it my goal to have a "six-pack" by Christmas.  No, I'm not referring to locating a fake ID and picking up some Old Milwakee.  I'm talking about my stomach muscles which have long lay dormant.  I'm not sure what brought this urge on, but I'm sure it has something to do with not wanting to become a giant twinkie like so much of America.  Coupled with the fact that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1375245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1375245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1375245' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1374499</id><published>2000-11-15T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-15T11:49:01.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is Joke Day! Today's joke is:One day Adam and Eve noticed God standing before them holding a bag.“Hi, God. What’s in the bag?” asked Eve.“These are a couple of things that I have left over from creation.” God rummages around in the bag a moment. “Who wants to be able to pee standing up?”Adam immediately puts his hand up in the air, waving frantically. “Me! Me! Me! Oh, oh, PLEASE, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1374499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1374499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1374499' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1374475</id><published>2000-11-15T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-15T11:46:22.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Link is dedicated to my roomate Ben.Britney Spears' Guide to Semiconductor Physics</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1374475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1374475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1374475' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1363080</id><published>2000-11-14T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-14T08:58:03.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I recieved an email this week regarding my relationship topics.  This kind-hearted individual must have gone through several drafts, painstakingly searching for those perfect words to express his sheer gratitude for my musings.  I will share this email with you all now:I hope "shmott" isn't supposed to sound like "smart." Your advice on relationships is so superficial it makes me want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1363080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1363080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1363080' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1316108</id><published>2000-11-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-09T08:48:28.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am shocked and appalled.  All I asked for was one reply to the question of the week, and nothing.  There's even another individual who wrote an entire article about the election, the topic obviously on his mind, who failed to write in.  You know what? I think you guys want Sap Day.  I think you guys need Sap Day.  Perhaps I should start charging for you all to read Sap Day.  I'm gonna start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1316108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1316108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1316108' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1307685</id><published>2000-11-08T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-08T11:54:16.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun couple of days coming up.  I have a marketing exam tommorrow which I have done little or no preparation for.  I'm not too excited for that, partly because I'm worried about how I'll do, and partly because I hate that class.  I don't hate the marketing concepts themselves, because we all know few topics are more riveting than the differences between institutional and pioneering advertisements.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1307685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1307685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1307685' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1307286</id><published>2000-11-08T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-08T11:05:39.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is Joke Day! Today's joke is:Three friends die in a car crash, and find themselves at the gates of Heaven. Before entering, they are each asked a question by St. Peter himself. "When you are in your casket and friends and family are mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you?" asks St. Peter. The first guy says, "I would like to hear them say that I was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1307286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1307286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1307286' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1294559</id><published>2000-11-07T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-07T08:46:48.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Talks About Relationships Day! Today's Topic:How to tell if she loves youOf all the words in the English language, there is one that holds more power than them all.  The use of this word can melt almost anyone's heart and make them reach mountainous levels of happiness.  As you may have guessed, the word I'm referring to is "Sean".  Oh wait, that's not it.  The word I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1294559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1294559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1294559' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1248993</id><published>2000-11-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-02T08:54:54.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELL, the winner of this week's contest is Tiffany, the manager at Bennigan's who hired me.  She didn't actually send anything in, but then again no one else did either.  You know what that means, don't you?  That's right, it's Sap Day! We all love sap day!  Now be good boys and girls and take your medicine.I have had many friends, numerous dating experiences and countless acquaintances in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1248993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1248993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1248993' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1240641</id><published>2000-11-01T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-01T13:02:51.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have recieved a couple of e-mails recently regarding my apparent hostility towards CSU.  "Sean, I am emailing you regarding your apparent hostility towards CSU.  What gives?" Well, this is a very complicated subject that goes back to my early childhood, when I was brutally attacked by a ram in the mount....actually, I'm making that up.Truthfully, there was a time when I considered myself a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1240641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1240641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1240641' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1239849</id><published>2000-11-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-01T11:33:27.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is Joke Day! Today's Joke is:A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying from copies, not the original manuscripts. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this, pointing out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1239849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1239849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1239849' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1228631</id><published>2000-10-31T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-10-31T08:43:46.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Talks About Relationships Day!  Today's topic:How to Have a Successful First DateAlmost as nervewracking as getting the phone number, orchestrating a good first date is often a daunting task. As the time to pick the new female interest up gets closer and closer, the guy becomes more nervous than a guest on Who Wants to be a Millionaire, although I have no idea why they're so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1228631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1228631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1228631' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1220113</id><published>2000-10-30T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-10-30T12:01:02.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been looking for a second job for about two weeks now.  I already am working as the campus operator for CU, cheerfully directing callers with apparently severe mental deficiencies to the proper staff, student or department listings.  This job has taught me the virtue of patience, since I would have otherwise been forced to take a fork and stab it in my eye otherwise.  Here is a typical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1220113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1220113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1220113' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1205070</id><published>2000-10-28T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-28T16:35:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting at Jared's computer desk/dining room table, catering to my good friend Courtney's request and writing on the weekend.  That's right, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to show my loyal readers that I do care, that I'm here for you. I feel your pain.  When the birds and the bee....what???This weekend has been going pretty well so far.  Last night Jared, Ben, Nathan and myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1205070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1205070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1205070' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1185298</id><published>2000-10-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-26T08:24:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the winner for the Best Halloween costume contest is Brianna Wilson from Seattle, WA.  Nevermind the fact that she was the only entry with "A Jelly Bean."  It's the thought that counts.  To Brianna, thank you for contributing to the spirit of the season.  To the rest of you, you know what your punishment is? That's right, it's Sap Day!!! Haha, we know you hate Sap Day, but if that's what it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1185298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1185298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1185298' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1177450</id><published>2000-10-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-25T12:50:46.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recieved a couple of comments recently about my postings on sports.  These individuals displayed much thoughtfulness and eloquence when they told me, "Sports are stupid."  I was blown away by the depth of this concept, and it got me thinking.  Should I really be spending my time discussing sports, when it's obvious my readers, most of whom happen to be of the female persuation, would much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1177450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1177450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1177450' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1176264</id><published>2000-10-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-25T10:15:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is joke day! Today's joke is:A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times...When I got fired, you were there to support me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1176264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1176264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1176264' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1165669</id><published>2000-10-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-24T08:47:26.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Talks About Relationships Day! Today's topic is:How to turn a friend into a girlfriendYou've all heard the story.  You meet Susie in your Chemistry class and hit it off.  You two have the same interests, the same pet peeves, and the same love for the New York Yankees.  You've laughed together, you've cried together when that bastard Mr. Hall gave you a D on your absolutely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1165669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1165669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1165669' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1157907</id><published>2000-10-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-23T13:44:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week in Wild World of Sports, we discuss the abysmal weekend had by Boulder area football teams.  First, there was the devastating defeat of the Devilhead Crushers.  WIth time winding down in the game and with the Crushers holding a comfortable, if not overwhelming, lead, the "purple team" recieved the ball for the last time.  The Crushers were confident, having stifled the "purple team's" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1157907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1157907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1157907' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1152280</id><published>2000-10-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-22T20:50:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been about two weeks since I started this Blog, and let me tell you it is fast becoming a cultural phenomenon.  People all over the world are coming together, putting aside their personal beliefs, and uniting in one common cause; to send me emails about how I suck.  Consider this one, sent in by an apparently very faithful reader:"I am writing to you to express my utmost concern over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1152280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1152280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1152280' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1123700</id><published>2000-10-19T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-19T09:03:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the Real World casting call yesterday, which was tremendous fun, if your idea of tremendous fun involves sitting for two hours watching 1000 crazed college psychopaths, hoping for a shot to have their lives tapes, to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting stupid!Now this truly was a sight to behold.  I had given thought before to sending in a tape, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1123700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1123700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1123700' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1120020</id><published>2000-10-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-18T22:13:41.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is joke day! Today's joke is:A policeman pulls a driver over for swerving on the highway and asks him to take a breathalizer test.  "I can't take that because I'm asthmatic," says the man. "The breathalizer could bring on an attack."  The cop suggests a urine sample. "Can't do it," says the man. "I'm a diabetic and my urine always has strange stuff in it""Well," says the angry cop, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1120020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1120020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1120020' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1103593</id><published>2000-10-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-17T07:27:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday is Sean Writes About Relationships Day! Today’s topic is:Why Girls Date JerksWe’ve all heard the adage: “Nice Guys Finish Last.”  This phrase is reinforced on a fairly regular basis.  Who hasn’t heard on more that one occasion some lonely soul telling their buddy about how the love of their life left them for a guy with a Harley Davidson T-Shirt, a tattoo of a dragon on their arm, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1103593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1103593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1103593' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1101109</id><published>2000-10-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-16T22:43:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday is Pickup Line of the Week day: Today's pickup line:"You'll do."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1101109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1101109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1101109' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1096056</id><published>2000-10-16T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-16T12:32:36.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say that behind every great man is an even greater woman.  Marc Antony had Cleopatra. JFK had Marilyn Monr..I mean, Jackie Onassis. Sonny had Cher.  When a man finds a woman truly worth investing his energy in, he is able to do great things.  In my life, I have found one such woman, and last weekend I created a romantic masterpiece that puts Don Juan to shame. Okay, maybe not that great, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1096056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1096056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1096056' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1071929</id><published>2000-10-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-13T09:56:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is mailbag day!!! Today we have a real letter from a real reader! That's really cool! I'm a really big moron! On to the letter. The name of the individual in question has been changed to protect his/her anonymnity.Bourtney Caggett asks: "I was just wondering if you could inform me on the rules of friendship with the opposite sex (that you happen to be a part of), because I seem to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1071929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1071929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1071929' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1061953</id><published>2000-10-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-12T08:29:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about October that just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh wait, that's puppies.  October makes me really stressed out. Why, you may be asking, does October, that fabulous time of year when the colors change, when kids get all the free candy they need to keep their parents awake until an intelligent President is elected, when America's Favorite Passtime, television, debuts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1061953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1061953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1061953' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1054753</id><published>2000-10-11T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-11T12:59:44.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, on ABC's Wide World of Stupid, we discuss automatic writing.  Now many of you may be sitting there right now, asking, "But Sean, what is automatic writing, and what can it do for me?"  Well my friends, I'm glad you asked.  Automatic writing, according to the folks at Crystalinks is the process of haing an "entity from another realm" bring messages through you by using a writing implement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1054753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1054753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1054753' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1053085</id><published>2000-10-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-11T09:35:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is joke day!!! Today's joke is:A mother is walking with her five year-old son through the zoo when they reach the elephant cage. The boy looks with amazement at the large beast and asks his mom, "What's that long thing hanging down from the elephant?" His mother replies "That's his trunk". The little boy goes, "I know that, the thing to the other side of the trunk." The mom replies "Oh,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1053085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1053085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1053085' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1043844</id><published>2000-10-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-10T08:48:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here it is, folks.  The day you’ve been waiting for.  You’ve marked it on your calendar, looked towards it with anticipation, nearly wet your pants last night with excitement.  And here it is: no, not National Olive Loaf Awareness Day. It’s Sean Writes about relationships day!Today's Topic: Getting the Phone NumberFirst of all, let me say that most of these posts will be from a guy's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1043844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1043844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1043844' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1035787</id><published>2000-10-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-09T12:02:21.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my blog has been in existence for a week now, and I'd like to celebrate by reading some of the email's I've recieved about it. Almost all of these were sent from people I know, and all basically centered around the theme of "Sean's a bastard for not calling me." Let me tell you, I enjoyed reading these greatly.  Nothing like a good swift kick in the pants to wake you up in the morning.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1035787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1035787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1035787' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1032054</id><published>2000-10-09T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-09T00:33:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday is Pickup Line of the Week day.  Today's pick-up line:"Hold on while I slip into something a little more naked."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1032054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1032054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1032054' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1029354</id><published>2000-10-08T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-08T17:34:34.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting weekend.  Saturday morning the Devilhead Crushers battled their way to a 6-6 tie with the undefeated Titans, staking their claim as the best flag football team in the 4th grade division.  Things were looking bleak when C.J. Haas, showing all the poise of a veteran 9 year old quarterback, fired a 44-yard strike to Reed McIntyre for a touchdown in the 4th quarter. It was a think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1029354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1029354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1029354' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1014516</id><published>2000-10-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-06T13:17:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's about 2 on a Friday, and I'm writing in my blog.  Some of you may be asking, "Why is Sean, quite possibly the most fun-filled individual alive today, just sitting around on a Friday?" The answer, my friends, is that we are on Fall Break. That's right, that special time of year when college students all over CU sit around and do nothing.  Our options are rather limited.  The older kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1014516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1014516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1014516' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1010041</id><published>2000-10-05T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-05T23:35:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Mailbag Day!!! I'll be answering questions from readers all over the "people Sean makes up" area.  Today's questions are:How does Drano work? (submitted by John Avery)However it wants to! Just leave Drano alone! Drano doesn't go into your office and ask you how you do filing, does it?  Jeez....What is the meaning of life? (submitted by Englebert Humperdink)I don't know, go ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1010041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1010041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1010041' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-1004981</id><published>2000-10-05T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-05T11:52:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, spent the night in Fort Collins, which is GREAT fun on a Wednesday night for a 19 year old without an I.D.  The night consisted of: sitting at my friend Davey's dorm for a while, driving to Jared's, sitting at Jared's, driving to Monica's, sitting at Monica's, going to Bennigan's, coming back to Jared's, and, that's right, sitting.  So needless to say I'm exhausted from all that fun.Have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1004981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/1004981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#1004981' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-996121</id><published>2000-10-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-04T12:05:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I'm sure you all know, this is a year of importance.  Once every four years, the citizens of America flex their democratic muscle and, after carefully taking stock of all candidates involved and painstakingly assessing the key issues facing the country, decide they'd much rather sleep in and let everyone else pick which wonker they want running the country.  That's right, it's election time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/996121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/996121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#996121' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-995448</id><published>2000-10-04T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-04T10:34:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday is Joke Day!!! Today's joke is:   There is this guy who has no ears and also happens to be the presient of a large company.  He's nearing retirement so he starts interviewing replacements, but he wants to find someone different.  There are three applicants and he starts each interview with the same question. "What's the first thing you notice about me?"   The first guy answers, "Well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/995448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/995448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#995448' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-985859</id><published>2000-10-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-03T08:58:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm what you could call a relationship Guru.  In my 19 years on this Earth, I have learned many things about why relationships work, or more often, why they don't.  This knowledge has come from both my own experience being a complete idiot in relationships, as well as learning from others' stupidity. I feel burdened to share this knowledge with my readers.  Who knows, perhaps somewhere, sometime,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/985859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/985859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#985859' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978539.post-978777</id><published>2000-10-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2000-10-02T13:16:21.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here it is. The "blog" to end all "blogs." The cu de blog.  This is the blog that will move mountains, change the way the world looks at, well, the world.  This is the blog that will make people stand up and say "What the hell is a shmott?" And to that I say thank you.I guess, given that this is the first "post" in my "blog" (I'm still learning the terminology), I should "tell" you a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/978777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978539/posts/default/978777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmott.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_archive.html#978777' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11589645360520625491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
