<?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-5577990</id><updated>2012-01-25T23:30:29.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fultronics</title><subtitle type='html'>a fun journal of day-to-day events</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577990.post-113691719129387429</id><published>2006-01-10T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:24:04.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are strange;  Bill O'Reilly is a fart smeller</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen the video? David Letterman told Bill O'Reilly that about 60% of what O'Reilly says is crap. Hopefully the weird kid at school that befriended me who is a Factor fan saw this exchange. This strange creature I met during transfer student orientation, we were seated next to each other and struck up a conversation when we realized we had both moved to Syracuse from NYC. He seemed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113691719129387429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113691719129387429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113691719129387429' title='People are strange;  Bill O&apos;Reilly is a fart smeller'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-113691666490961354</id><published>2006-01-10T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:11:04.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113691666490961354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113691666490961354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113691666490961354' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-113660117310202133</id><published>2006-01-06T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:32:53.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in the blogosphere</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever notice that some people can get away with whatever they want just because they may be attractive or intimidating or both?  Guess what: if you get really, really drunk it's amazing what you can do and say to people and they won't do shit!  Except for this one time when I slapped this guy and then he rabbit-punched me in the nose.  That was the exception to the rule!  (It also was when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113660117310202133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113660117310202133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660117310202133' title='Blogging in the blogosphere'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-113589445307927379</id><published>2005-12-29T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:14:13.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome God</title><summary type='text'>So much has happened in the last two years!  I got married, moved to Syracuse, NY, got a dog, and recently had a hip replaced!  Through it all, my belief in a higher power has helped me through it all....NOT!  That spiritual shit is such a cop out!My posts may be a little terse for the time being: I am out of practice and am doubting my belief that I have what it takes to blog.  It breaks my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113589445307927379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/113589445307927379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113589445307927379' title='Awesome God'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106939122494339089</id><published>2003-11-21T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:07:31.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an editor</title><summary type='text'>Goddamit, I suck at expressing my ideas in a written forum.  But that won't stop me.  With practice comes perfection: this is my motto, and I will have it engraved on my huge, 50 ft. tall tombstone/monument when I die.  What do you think, obelisk or statue?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106939122494339089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106939122494339089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939122494339089' title='I need an editor'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106939097509043572</id><published>2003-11-21T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:03:21.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no smell</title><summary type='text'>Welcome back to fultronics.  It's been a long long long time...since I listened to the white album!  Not much has happened since my last entry: school is rockin', summertime's been gone a while now, and I'm keeping all my VD in check.  Haha, just kidding!Right now I'm learning about relativity in physics, except I'm not really learning much, just some effects of the theory and some useless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106939097509043572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106939097509043572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939097509043572' title='long time no smell'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106479907277845130</id><published>2003-09-28T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:31:12.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ach! meine Hauptschmerzen!!</title><summary type='text'>I got schnockered with Fultron and Spanish this weekend and then basked in gluttonous belchery following a huge dim sum lunch. I must confess that I felt unbridled joy as I walked the streets of New York with these wonderful beings, browsing for low-cut men's briefs and oogling the bling bling for sale by the locals. It was a quest for toast, knock-off handbags and ugly window coverings. I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106479907277845130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106479907277845130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479907277845130' title='ach! meine Hauptschmerzen!!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222819348370611138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106449314140377940</id><published>2003-09-25T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T08:32:21.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi boys</title><summary type='text'>Denver just sent me a new diatribe to post:i just finised watching the california governor runoff debate. not so interesting. i wish one of them would have just said the lamest arnold one liners over and over, there are a lot of them. my favorite are from that last batman movie, where he was mr. freeze,"cool pah-ty""i will put you on da ice""chill out"today was not so good at work. i drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106449314140377940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106449314140377940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449314140377940' title='taxi boys'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106399080769314199</id><published>2003-09-19T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:00:07.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't take my summer from me</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I think I'm going to go see the Reigning Sound.  They're playing at this place in the East Village somewhere on 2nd Ave between 4th and 5th; I can't remember the name of the place but you'll see it when you walk by, I guess.  7 bucks, pretty cheap for New York.  You should try to make it out, we could drink a couple beers or something.  I don't have any of their records, so I can't really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106399080769314199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106399080769314199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106399080769314199' title='Please don&apos;t take my summer from me'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106363481715486137</id><published>2003-09-15T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T10:06:57.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogballs</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy.  I still think the war in Iraq is for oil.  If you think that's oversimplifying things, then I'll just say it's to liberate the Iraqi people and insure our security.  But it'll sound really sarcastic, and then you'll be all like, "Uh, you sound like you're not being very serious."  And I'll be like, "No, really, I think we need to trust Bush, I think he really has a plan, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106363481715486137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106363481715486137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363481715486137' title='Dogballs'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106208964128110407</id><published>2003-08-28T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:54:01.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you? who who?  who who?  (I really wanna know.)</title><summary type='text'>New Matt Taibi article about anonymous sources in your news.  In high school I wrote for the school paper, and they never let us use anonymous sources.  But you do have to be nice to all the dickheaded administration and coaches.  Probably the most painful article I ever had to write detailed the musical career of the school's police liaison.  He was a nice enough black guy who did some kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106208964128110407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106208964128110407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106208964128110407' title='who are you? who who?  who who?  (I really wanna know.)'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106198912622962867</id><published>2003-08-27T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T08:58:46.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming to a college town near you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106198912622962867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106198912622962867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106198912622962867' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106194445004502917</id><published>2003-08-26T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T20:34:10.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message</title><summary type='text'>As I sit in my modest Brooklyn co-op, I wonder when our water will be restored.  First, no electricity, now, no running water--am I in Iraq?  At least these little crises instigate some neighborly commiseration.  Just now, I spoke with my favorite Russian, a middle-aged tough guy who likes to smoke downstairs (like any sensible person in this, OUR, century) and works way out at JFK airport.  It's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106194445004502917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106194445004502917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106194445004502917' title='The Message'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106156715189427021</id><published>2003-08-22T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:47:20.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fultwin?</title><summary type='text'>I was getting out of my car to do a little shopping at the local HEB when I spied a familiar figure getting out of a green Civic. It was Fultron, in the flesh; right here in Austin, Texas. He was dressed in a baggy jersey and brown cords and wearing his trademark reddish sideburns and glasses. My heart did a series of acrobatics and I knew I had to catch his eye. I tried to beckon his attention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106156715189427021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106156715189427021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156715189427021' title='Fultwin?'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222819348370611138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106140374206702210</id><published>2003-08-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:39:30.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for the blackout</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, spanish, for your tale of woe (see below).  The blackout last Thursday was a little disappointing for me.  I was so worried about spanish that I couldn't start drinking in good conscience until she made it home safe and sound.  What else is there to do during a blackout but drink beer?  (Not much.)  As long as I knew my sweetie was out there, traversing the 8 miles of endless city blocks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106140374206702210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106140374206702210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106140374206702210' title='Wait for the blackout'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106123425175891508</id><published>2003-08-18T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T15:24:01.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKOUT</title><summary type='text'>I had a great blackout!  I walked down 31 flights to the lobby.  Then I waited outside to find out what was going on... until I was sent home.  I tried to call my mother and Fultron.  Couldn't get through.Then I walked to the bus stop to catch a bus since the subways weren't running.  I watched three buses packed full of people drive by.  I tried to call my mother and Fultron.  Couldn't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106123425175891508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106123425175891508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123425175891508' title='BLACKOUT'/><author><name>spanish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10823229913013546043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106078397068838025</id><published>2003-08-13T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:17:38.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've learned a few things since I started blogging:1) blogging can be pretty tedious if you don't really have a lot to write about2) comments are cool but they always crash3) Denver is totally slacking on his taxi driver guest blogs.  He's only done one and it wasn't even about driving a cab.At least Spanish helped out a little when I was out of town.  I'm starting to feel the pressure and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106078397068838025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106078397068838025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106078397068838025' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-106027402262446074</id><published>2003-08-07T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T12:33:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nu shooz</title><summary type='text'>Man, I wish I could find a job.  Lately I've just been fixing up the old apt and working out.  I'm still waiting for my tax refunds (I filed a little late this year), because that cash sure will come in handy when I start my own business.  I'm going to open up a shoe store that caters to folks with wide feet, and I'll only sell shoes that look fucking cool.  No bullshit all white Rockport walking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106027402262446074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/106027402262446074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106027402262446074' title='nu shooz'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105975688412391652</id><published>2003-08-01T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:54:44.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bear necessities</title><summary type='text'>One of the problems with backpacking in the Adirondacks is that the sparse sites near the trailheads stay packed with people.  The black bears have figured out that this is where the food is, so it's an absolute necessity to have some good rope to hang your food high in the trees.  My nephew Z__ refers to this when he mentions the "bear bag."2nd night- We found a camp at 1:00 p.m then we set up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105975688412391652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105975688412391652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105975688412391652' title='bear necessities'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105949065177998254</id><published>2003-07-29T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:57:31.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking in the Adirondacks was great, but left me to tired and sore to blog.  Fortunately, I let my 15-year-old nephew write in the journal I brought along on the trip.  Here is his summary of Thurday's events:1st night - We split up L___, H___, z___ went together to find the camp.  Turned out the lodge was run by some stupid ass Hippie and we didn't get a sight [sic] so as [Fultron] came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105949065177998254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105949065177998254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949065177998254' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105914065562558662</id><published>2003-07-25T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:46:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgot key</title><summary type='text'>So I went to Loehmann's yesterday.  I was just about to grab some dinner and head home when I realized that I left my keys at work.  I was so pissed!  It was about 8:30, I wasn't sure how long the building stayed open, and Fultron went camping... with the spare keys.  I knew something like this would happen.  So I called a friend to see if I could stay with her just in case I couldn't get into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105914065562558662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105914065562558662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105914065562558662' title='forgot key'/><author><name>spanish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10823229913013546043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105907521615597831</id><published>2003-07-24T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T15:35:37.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woe is me</title><summary type='text'>Fultron went camping with his family this weekend and left Fultrona home all alone.  Will she survive?  What will she do?  Oh, I have a plan for the weekend.  A whole lot of nothing.  1.  I've been trying to finish saving the universe from the Guardians in Eternal Darkness.  (That's Gamecube.)  Now I can focus my energies on defeating evil during Fultron's leave.  2.  I will go shopping.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105907521615597831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105907521615597831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105907521615597831' title='woe is me'/><author><name>spanish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10823229913013546043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105897442882693668</id><published>2003-07-23T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:36:08.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slip inside my sleeping bag</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to upstate New York for a few days.  I'm going hiking in the Adirondacks with my brother, his wife, and his three kids.  Too bad my girlfriend isn't going.  This will be the first time I've pitched a tent in a while that wasn't in my pants.I hope everybody has a nice weekend.  Wait a minute, do me a solid and make sure you have a great weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105897442882693668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105897442882693668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897442882693668' title='slip inside my sleeping bag'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105888257344152528</id><published>2003-07-22T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T10:02:53.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The conspicuous gap in the posts might make you wonder what happened.  Well, I had a long weekend.  It started on Thursday, when I helped an old friend kill a bottle of scotch in an apartment on Manhattan's upper west side.  We had a great view of midtown and the Hudson, and I almost fell out of one of the big picture windows looking for the bathroom.  Saturday I saw a zombie movie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105888257344152528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105888257344152528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888257344152528' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105880407371556288</id><published>2003-07-21T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T12:14:33.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail away (Randy Newman, not Styx)</title><summary type='text'>I promised myself I wouldn't hide behind politics in the blog, but read this column by this dumbass named Matt Taibi.  He can be funny sometimes.   Most of the stuff I like is funny, as in funny ha-ha.  If I ever got a tattoo, it would be that Roman drama symbol with the one face laughing, the other sobbing, and underneath would be a ribbon that said: "Laugh now, cry later."Either that or a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105880407371556288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105880407371556288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880407371556288' title='Sail away (Randy Newman, not Styx)'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105845287098753665</id><published>2003-07-17T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:10:48.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life</title><summary type='text'>(Anyone who hasn't done so should read guest blogger denver smith's excellent blog from yesterday.  Otherwise you won't know what the hell I'm talking about.  --Fultron)Wow Denver, I can't wait until you make your movie!  Who would play you? (I'm thinking one of the Wilson brothers.)  Whoever plays your mom would have to be hot, and I haven't met your uncle, but I bet Randy Quaid would do.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105845287098753665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105845287098753665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105845287098753665' title='You&apos;ve been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life'/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105836970639699894</id><published>2003-07-16T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T16:26:04.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fultronics' first guest blog...and it's all depressing</title><summary type='text'>ok, hello. This is your old pal denver speaking.. I have been asked by the staff at Fultronics to contribute a guest blog. I have been avoiding blogs for it seems like years now, but I think if you're going to do one, Fultronics is the one to go with. They asked me to do something about driving a cab in austin, tx. Which is my job. Which I am late for at the moment. Maybe i will eventually, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836970639699894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836970639699894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836970639699894' title='fultronics&apos; first guest blog...and it&apos;s all depressing'/><author><name>denver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543439851830819553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105836686502126184</id><published>2003-07-16T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T10:47:44.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick addition to my last post: Don't forget to check out the links on the left.  Chances are, you're gonna find something you like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836686502126184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836686502126184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836686502126184' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105836678155270843</id><published>2003-07-16T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T10:46:21.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE COMMENTS WORK! GIVE ME A SHOUT OUT!  Sorry I'm shouting, but this is exciting news.I was just thinking about how blogging is so cool: it's a great means of self-expression, it's pretty easy to do and you have the potential to reach millions of people with your words.  I'm surprised more people aren't doing it!But I guess in this Mc-Fast Food world, most people can't tear themselves away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836678155270843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105836678155270843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836678155270843' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105831198303181703</id><published>2003-07-15T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T19:33:02.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here it is, 7 o'clock and the shout outs are still inoperational.  I may be looking for a new way to post comments...Guess what, I might have a new guest blogger!  I can't tell you who it is just yet, but I can tell you that he drives a car for a living (and, no, it's not Dale Earnhardt, Jr.!).Oh, and I can't believe this one slipped my mind: HINEY!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105831198303181703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105831198303181703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105831198303181703' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105828330234875834</id><published>2003-07-15T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T11:36:14.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammit, the comments are down but the Klinks are such nice people for providing the whole blogout comment thing I hate to bitch to them.  Hang tight  (and tough!) and they should be back up in a couple hours;  if nothing else, this will give you more time to think of words for "kula" (Como se dice "ass" en espanol?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105828330234875834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105828330234875834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828330234875834' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105827929064154007</id><published>2003-07-15T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:28:10.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome back to Fultronics!  It's now day two (dia segunda in spanish) and I think I'm already a little bored with this whole blogging thing.  Saying I'm bored reminds me of a friend I had in middle school whose mom used to make in lay still in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours whenever he complained about being bored: "Oh, you think you're bored now, I'll show you boredom!" (His mom never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105827929064154007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105827929064154007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105827929064154007' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105821578439315201</id><published>2003-07-14T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T16:59:26.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 4:30, and I'm about to start with the wash.  Anybody else out there use use All with Stainlifter Plus?  It's decent: it smells very sweet and fruity and is also a couple dollars cheaper than Tide (which I always considered the "Bic lighter" of laundry detergents).  Anyways, I'm through with powdered detergents and I just might be through with Tide, that overpriced orangey.The basements </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105821578439315201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105821578439315201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105821578439315201' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105820647051067687</id><published>2003-07-14T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:15:53.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to be more real rather than create some idiot-savant ironic character as my first post suggested I was trying to do.  Here's a little slice-of-life: it's an e-mail I sent to my girlfriend:hey baby, I started a blog! check it out!www.fultronics.blogspot.comlove, [Fultron]ps I'm also doing the laundry!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105820647051067687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105820647051067687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820647051067687' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5577990.post-105820580230271057</id><published>2003-07-14T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:03:22.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi and welcome to Fultronics. I am your host, Fultron. Today I'd like to talk about halal butchers. I often wish I could order something from the butcher whenever I pass by; however, I am ignorant as to what cuts of meat are available and I also think since I don't have a family perhaps the cuts of meat would be too big. Consider the fact that my only means of cooking the meat is a medium sized </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105820580230271057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577990/posts/default/105820580230271057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fultronics.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820580230271057' title=''/><author><name>Fultron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07871223675567996301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
