<?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-2405818170448027107</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:35:08.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah That Guy Has Something to be Cocky About</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-5694701095291556151</id><published>2009-04-26T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:47:55.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT WINGS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SfQRoavO2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NbLL4wRnums/s1600-h/hot+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SfQRoavO2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NbLL4wRnums/s320/hot+wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328903645156005922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for people who really know me they know i love hot wings.  a restaurant based in utah called Wingers is actually one of my favorite kinds of wings.  but that's not why i am here today.  one of the reason i love hot wings is because they are hot.  i love hot and spicy foods, the hotter the better.  i love going into a new place and asking for the hottest sauce they have.  usually they question me if i have had them before and if i am serious.  if i have had them before they insist that i try the sauce first.  tonight i went to go watch a jazz game at the santa fe hotel and casino (i don't have cable, so i go to the sports book to watch cable games).  they have a "wings stop" restaurant there, and i haven't had wings in a while so i decided to get some.  of course i got he atomic sauce which is their hottest.  as usually they brought me some to see if it was too hot, which it wasn't.  they were pretty good too.  but i've decided i have a problem with these super hot, hot wings.  this has happened on several occasions at several different places.  first off i love the burning in my mouth, LOVE IT.  but well once all those hot spices get into my stomach and just sit in there it sometimes feels like it is ripping off my stomach lining.  seriously, i swear it's burning off the stomach lining and it isn't very comfortable.  the thought of self induced vomiting did cross my mind but honestly the thought of the wing sauce and stomach acid flying through my throat and mouth didn't sound worth it.  so here i am 6 hours after eating some good wings and my stomach is finally starting to regain it's lining.  have i learned my lesson...no. i'm sure the next time i go get wings i'll get the hottest sauce that will burn off my stomach lining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-5694701095291556151?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/5694701095291556151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=5694701095291556151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/5694701095291556151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/5694701095291556151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-wings.html' title='HOT WINGS!!!!!'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SfQRoavO2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NbLL4wRnums/s72-c/hot+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-2018329444557666707</id><published>2009-04-20T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:51:06.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i've been doing this blog thing all wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/Se1efgsk20I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZHn9xo-MWXI/s1600-h/brittany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/Se1efgsk20I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZHn9xo-MWXI/s200/brittany.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327017829695019842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/Se1eW4si3KI/AAAAAAAAABk/G_oaEyKqZF0/s1600-h/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/Se1eW4si3KI/AAAAAAAAABk/G_oaEyKqZF0/s200/misty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327017681518517410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i've been doing this whole blog thing wrong according to some friends from school.  my friend misty (left) told me that i need to add more pictures because people like pictures.  it doesn't matter what they are just as long as there are pictures.  another friend brittany (right) told me that i need to post more often.  she has been stalking my blog and is enthralled by my literary excellence and would like more.  but after the many different pages of writing that i've done for school i don't want to do anymore on a freaking blog.  but well school is coming to an end and things will start to pick up on this blog.  so don't you worry misty and brittany, i'm going to start posting more often and adding more pictures...even if they picture has nothing to do with the posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-2018329444557666707?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/2018329444557666707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=2018329444557666707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/2018329444557666707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/2018329444557666707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-ive-been-doing-this-blog-thing.html' title='i guess i&apos;ve been doing this blog thing all wrong.'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/Se1efgsk20I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZHn9xo-MWXI/s72-c/brittany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-3870934513538048386</id><published>2009-01-22T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:56:11.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there really going to be that much change?</title><content type='html'>Leave it to the Daily Show and John Stuart to call it how they see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.cc_box a:hover .cc_home{background:url('http://www.comedycentral.com/comedycentral/video/assets/syndicated-logo-over.png') !important;}.cc_links a{color:#b9b9b9;text-decoration:none;}.cc_show a{color:#707070;text-decoration:none;}.cc_title a{color:#868686;text-decoration:none;}.cc_links a:hover{color:#67bee2;text-decoration:underline;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class='cc_box' style='position:relative'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.comedycentral.com' target='_blank' style='display:inline; 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"ok you are going to go south on the 95. you are going to come up on the summerlin/rainbow exit, but don't take that. stay left on the 95. then take the 15 south exit.  go south on the 15. then you are going to come up on the tropicana exit. don't take that exit. stay to the left on the 15."  ok right in this small example there were 4 steps that the GPS told me when in reality there should have only been 2...take the 95 south until you get to the 15 and take that south bound.  but the annoyance goes far beyond the exit directions that don't need to be in there.  the GPS talks to you and tells you step by step what to do.  so again we are going to pretend that the GPS is a person to illustrate how annoying it really is. "ok you are going to get on the 95 going south...alright in about a mile you are not going to want to get off the freeway at the summerlin/rainbow exit, you are going to want to stay to the left.  the exit is coming up, get ready not to take it.  you are 100 yards from the exit DON'T TAKE IT!!! STAY TO THE LEFT!!!  ok in about 3 miles you are going to come up on the 15 going south exit."  then the damn thing does the same thing over and over again with each major exit you are not suppose to take.  but the writing does not do this GPS justice.  this thing builds the anxiety in me as i get close to these exits that i'm not suppose to take.  honestly i can feel my heart beat faster and my palms get sweaty.  and then i think what kind of dumb ass does this thing think i am.  really it has to tell me to stay on the road that i am currently on.  "go straight on this road.  make sure you don't get off on the summerlin/rainbow exit."  COME ON GPS!!!  ok so i just checked and there were 13 steps to get to this restaurant according the my GPS.  really there should only be four.  i'll give them to you.  1-get on the 95 going south.  2-then take the 15 south. 3-take the silverado ranch exit and turn left.  4-turn right onto maryland the restaurant is right there on you left it's call Almaza.  so there were 9 extra steps in there just to annoy and drive me crazy.  what makes things worse is i've been to a place right next to this restaurant...so i didn't even need to use the damn GPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-2414213200694938441?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/2414213200694938441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/11/corn-dogs.html' title='Corn Dogs'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-8232203578263350853</id><published>2008-07-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:33:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d8dd59668ca6e92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-8232203578263350853?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d8dd59668ca6e92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/8232203578263350853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=8232203578263350853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/8232203578263350853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/8232203578263350853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/pooper.html' title='The Pooper'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-3930676310228418034</id><published>2008-07-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:55:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Improper Use of Rubber Gloves by Food Service Employees</title><content type='html'>so this has been bothering me for a while now, but i witnessed another example of how food service employees don't know how to use rubber gloves.  yesterday was the wedding of my downstairs neighbor.  my roommate and i went to the wedding and reception for a few minutes, and in just the few minutes one of the food services people screwed up.  as any person with common sense knows the reason people wear gloves when preparing food is to keep the germs on their hands from contaminating the food.  with that said back to the wedding.  i was standing there people watching and one of the food guys walked over and changed the temperature on the thermostat with his gloves on then returned to the food.  so now he is getting the thermostat germs into the food for the wedding guests.  on another occasion i went to a subway where most of the employees were teenagers.  on young man comes over to me and takes my order.  he put on new gloves and made my sandwich.  but when i paid he kept his gloves on, handled money, and then returned to the next customer in line without changing his gloves.  all of this bothers me because here you have employees looking like they are taking the proper precautions to be clean and not contaminate the food they serve.  but in the end it's almost like they think the gloves are there to make sure they don't get mustard on their hands and they don't care about money germs off your favorite sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-3930676310228418034?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/3930676310228418034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=3930676310228418034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/3930676310228418034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/3930676310228418034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/07/improper-use-of-rubber-gloves-by-food.html' title='Improper Use of Rubber Gloves by Food Service Employees'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-5222804165986501867</id><published>2008-06-29T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:01:30.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youtube highlight</title><content type='html'>growing up i had some pretty good friends and we often had one hell of a time.  just before a lot of us took off on LDS missions we went camping, and ended up making a short movie.  my friend jon posted it on youtube and now i am an internet celebrity...ok maybe not but here is the short entitled "I Know What You Did Before Your Mission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1Uxb4ZDAR8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1Uxb4ZDAR8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-5222804165986501867?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/5222804165986501867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=5222804165986501867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/5222804165986501867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/5222804165986501867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-youtube-highlight.html' title='My Youtube highlight'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-196709427880859838</id><published>2008-06-27T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:48:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really You've Never Seen a Horse</title><content type='html'>so this really confused me last night as i was driving across town.  i'm in the fast lane behind a car that was driving down the road like a bat out of hell.  when all of the sudden they slow down and match the pace of a truck hauling a horse trailer.  this kind of pissed me off cause i was in a hurry and wasn't in the mood for these people's nonsense.  after about a minute i was looking for a way to get around this car and horse trailer but i was trapped.  so anyway after about this minute the person in the passenger seat took out their phone and started taking pictures of the horse.  really, i mean have you never seen a horse? but it gets even better (at least in my opinion).  after a few minutes they finally finished making a photo journal of this life altering experience and they speed up.  then they move over into the left lane and i looked over.  they looked like a little kid in a candy store or someone who has seen big foot (ok so it didn't get better).  don't get me wrong i love horses, they are incredible animals.  but really do you have to create a problem to the flow of traffic on the freeway to get a picture of a horse's head poking out of the trailer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-196709427880859838?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/196709427880859838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=196709427880859838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/196709427880859838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/196709427880859838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-youve-never-seen-horse.html' title='Really You&apos;ve Never Seen a Horse'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-4835694367127534232</id><published>2008-06-18T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:45:32.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas &amp; You Know it's Hot When...(you get a two for one today)</title><content type='html'>so in august of 2008 (this year) i will have been living in las vegas for a year and so i've thought about what it has been like for me.  to be honest it's kind of like living anywhere else except your gas stations and grocery stores have slot and video poker machines.  i wake up in the morning and get ready for work or school.  i spend my free time studying, hanging out with friends, and going to the gym.  the only time i go and do things associated with vegas is only when family or friends are in town.  so when people come to visit it's like a vegas vacation for me, but i only have to drive 30 minutes instead of 5 hours.  so now that i realize that living in vegas is kind of like living in orem (except there is a higher percentage of mormons in orem) or anywhere for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;it has started to get really hot in vegas recently.  the forecast for this week has a high temperature of nothing below 105 with over night lows in the mid 80's.  so it is getting super hot.  at school sometimes i have to walk a bit to get from my car to class.  this isn't a big deal for me i am over it.  but i have noticed something on these walks.  when i breathe out through my nose it makes it feel kind of cold.  this is when i realized that you really know it's hot when the air in your lungs cools your nostrils.  think about it normal body temperature is about 98.6 degrees, and so i can't imaging that the air leaving your lungs during normal breathing would vary much from this.  but think about this something that is 98 degrees making your nose feel cold...did you think about it?  it's mind bottling isn't it?  anywho if you live in vegas or the next time you visit pay attention to the cooling sensation that breathing out of your nose has on your nostrils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-4835694367127534232?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/4835694367127534232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=4835694367127534232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/4835694367127534232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/4835694367127534232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-las-vegas-you-know-its-hot-whenyou.html' title='Viva Las Vegas &amp; You Know it&apos;s Hot When...(you get a two for one today)'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-7704041121916522056</id><published>2008-06-17T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:48:32.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In order to get a good grade in this class you must...</title><content type='html'>so as many of my family and friends know i have recently finished my first year of graduate school. yay...i guess? i remember back to my first day of school and one of my teachers, we'll call him dr. P, said,"in order to get a good grade in this class you must come to class everyday, pay attention, take good notes, and complete all the assigned readings." i remember thinking, "wow this is going to be tough." after all i really didn't like reading and he assigned at least 150 pages a week, like most of my other professors like to do. not to mention the class was on social welfare and policy. yep it is as exciting as it sounds. anyway i found a loop hole in the system, and it was to just show up in class and take mediocre notes. the first semester this worked out ok for me. but i think i put too much effort into taking notes and going to study groups. but i only read about half of the first assigned readings, so i didn't put any real strain on myself. at the end of the semester i ended up with a B. i felt pretty good with that grade.  but this last semester i really exploited this loop hole. i went to class, took some notes (a lot less than the previous semester), didn't do any of the readings, and kind of went to one study session with a friend that ended up with us not studying but just talking about how much we didn't like this class. at the end of the semester i got an A and i also aced the final. i am not a super genius, or are i? the answer to this question i don't know. but i have found out that my loop hole tends to work in most of my classes, so don't tell my professors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-7704041121916522056?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7704041121916522056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=7704041121916522056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/7704041121916522056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/7704041121916522056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-order-to-get-good-grade-in-this.html' title='In order to get a good grade in this class you must...'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-7789579497056090919</id><published>2008-06-16T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:34:20.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo Burnham</title><content type='html'>so i think this kid is friggin' funny and just want to share his new song "new math" with you.  check him out on youtube or myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obIGsb-IZMo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obIGsb-IZMo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-7789579497056090919?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7789579497056090919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=7789579497056090919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/7789579497056090919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/7789579497056090919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Bo Burnham'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-1807644611509296082</id><published>2008-06-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:32:10.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie "The Strangers"</title><content type='html'>so i went to see this movie the other day and really it was kind of disappointing. there was some good parts in the middle of the movie that brought up some good tension within myself but really that was it.  i wouldn't go see this movie again nor would i ever rent it.  but the most disappointing aspect about the movie was that it said that it was inspired by true events.  this morning i didn't have a lot to do so i decided to look up the story that inspired this movie.  there was no one story but a combination of several different stories.  so in the beginning of the movie when it said this happened in 2005 it was a big lie.  part of the story happened when the writer was little from his own life experience, but this was just someone knocking on the door late at night asking if someone who didn't live there was home.  then they took part of some charlie manson story and wove that in there, and also a piece of like some other story.  in the end i am pissed here they say "inspired by true events" which leads people to believe (at least me and the person that i went with) that this story line kind of actually happened and the people in the movie were real people.  but nope a big fat lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-1807644611509296082?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/1807644611509296082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=1807644611509296082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/1807644611509296082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405818170448027107/posts/default/1807644611509296082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-strangers.html' title='Movie &quot;The Strangers&quot;'/><author><name>Spencer Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17168859780471793884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaK6KTD5gVI/SG6apbDUXnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rub0MYp7wQk/S220/karate+spencer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405818170448027107.post-7047959394964397907</id><published>2008-06-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:03:45.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Grail of Hot Dogs</title><content type='html'>so one of the things that i really enjoy in life is a good hot dog.  yes, i do know that hot dogs are the crap parts and pieces of animals that don't get used elsewhere.  but let's face it hot dogs are incredible.  recently my roommate introduced me to a small little place called "Super Dogs" a place that most people wouldn't stop and try.  it is a small trailer is parked several night a week in the parking lot of a hispanic tire change place.  you sit on plastic chairs in front of a 12" tv, in this parking lot.  there is the roar of traffic from the busy street just a stone's throw away.  every time i have gone to this place my roommate and i have been the only white people, but this isn't a big deal because we both speak spanish.  if you would have ever asked me if i would find possibly the best hot dog ever in this setting i would have told you that you are nuts.  but i did.  the first time my roomie told me of this hot dog it kind of sounded disgusting.  it is a hot dog wrapped in bacon...my first thought was "pork wrapped bacon really" then there is a bunch of other things on it.  it has tomatoes, mushrooms, caramelized onions, and some other things.  then they have some sauces that you can put on them sitting on a table.  i prefer the guacamole sauce stuff.  then the bun it is absolutely amazing there are no words to explain it except possibly scrumtralescent.  i know what you are thinking that sounds incredible gross, after all this is what i thought.  but i will stay this don't knock it till you try it.  in all honesty i don't know if i could every find a better hot dog, and if you want i'll take you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405818170448027107-7047959394964397907?l=spencecook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencecook.blogspot.com/feeds/7047959394964397907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405818170448027107&amp;postID=7047959394964397907' 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