<?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-6254370286728272567</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:06:24.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Robotic</title><subtitle type='html'>In which Fletcher Thompson will &amp;lt;verb&amp;gt; a(n) &amp;lt;object&amp;gt;.
(Results may vary)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyfletchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyfletchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sketchy Fletchy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16855882574387521894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIYD7e6SgMg/ScFahdPkBEI/AAAAAAAAABU/DSBw3_CKQow/S220/s_ikari%40excite.com_a648f314.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254370286728272567.post-7512971941589023337</id><published>2009-03-18T21:43:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:54:24.601+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap'n_Sketchy's_Internet_Digestives.post</title><summary type='text'>And now to some of the weird and wonderful items spit up from the bowels of the internet like some horrid reflux after a really big meal.It's a well known fact that I like robots, quite a lot. I would like to build them, professionally as it were. I enjoy dancing like them. This blog has robot in the title. Honestly, what would you expect?So it's always nice to come across the work of other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/7512971941589023337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/7512971941589023337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyfletchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/capnsketchysinternetdigestivespost.html' title='Cap&apos;n_Sketchy&apos;s_Internet_Digestives.post'/><author><name>Sketchy Fletchy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16855882574387521894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIYD7e6SgMg/ScFahdPkBEI/AAAAAAAAABU/DSBw3_CKQow/S220/s_ikari%40excite.com_a648f314.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254370286728272567.post-1623279225004050442</id><published>2009-03-01T10:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:38:20.548+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdone_by_a_12_year_old.post</title><summary type='text'>We've all felt the existential angst of not necessarily achieving everything we hope and plan to do. I'm sure that if you're reading this, at the very least there's something you've always wanted to do but haven't yet, or some grand plan you wanted to achieve.Me, I wanted to cure cancer, invent anti-gravity transport, design robotic prosthetic limbs that interface with nerve tissue (Ghost in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/1623279225004050442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/1623279225004050442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyfletchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/outdonebya12yearoldpost.html' title='Outdone_by_a_12_year_old.post'/><author><name>Sketchy Fletchy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16855882574387521894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIYD7e6SgMg/ScFahdPkBEI/AAAAAAAAABU/DSBw3_CKQow/S220/s_ikari%40excite.com_a648f314.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254370286728272567.post-6291534869808040739</id><published>2009-03-01T00:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:41:09.165+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix-up_look-sharp.post</title><summary type='text'>This would be blog attempt number 3.The first was my old blurty account. I'm not gonna link it. It was mostly my excited rants about games I was looking forward to and how much work I was doing at uni. By the end it just turned into shit quizzes. Anyway.The second attempt was here. It didn't last long and was mostly shameful self-indulgent twoddle. Also, it was boring.So, bugger it. Upbeat posts,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/6291534869808040739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254370286728272567/posts/default/6291534869808040739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyfletchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/fix-uplook-sharppost.html' title='Fix-up_look-sharp.post'/><author><name>Sketchy Fletchy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16855882574387521894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIYD7e6SgMg/ScFahdPkBEI/AAAAAAAAABU/DSBw3_CKQow/S220/s_ikari%40excite.com_a648f314.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
