<?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-6079078</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:36:25.802-08:00</updated><category term='Vegas Baby'/><category term='super bowl'/><category term='football'/><category term='food'/><category term='sports'/><title type='text'>Comedy Sojourn</title><subtitle type='html'>John Branyan's Thoughts and Random Musings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John</name><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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3743835333010448512</id><published>2010-11-02T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:01:19.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>There's a menu option on Facebook that let's me "Edit Friends".  If only it were true...  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3743835333010448512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3743835333010448512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3743835333010448512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3743835333010448512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled_02.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4248922454699772324</id><published>2010-11-01T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:53:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>If you're waiting for an order of toner cartridges for the office, it may be awhile...  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4248922454699772324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4248922454699772324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4248922454699772324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4248922454699772324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled_4378.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4108646281393861220</id><published>2010-11-01T03:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T03:01:26.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>Women are proud of resisting the temptation to overeat. Men high-five when one of them eats a whole can of Pringles by himself.  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4108646281393861220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4108646281393861220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4108646281393861220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4108646281393861220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled_01.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6280023158251744771</id><published>2010-11-01T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T03:01:24.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>By the time Trick-Or-Treat happens, I've already eaten all the Baby Ruth out of the bowl by the front door. Sorry kids.  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6280023158251744771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6280023158251744771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6280023158251744771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6280023158251744771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4734485148686406981</id><published>2010-10-31T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:01:29.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>It's Halloween and thousands of dead people crawl from their graves in order to cast a vote in Chicago.  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4734485148686406981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4734485148686406981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4734485148686406981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4734485148686406981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled_5434.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4816970477179932291</id><published>2010-10-31T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:01:20.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>Take time to smell the roses. (Except you hay-fever sufferers. You better just keep slaving away...)  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4816970477179932291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4816970477179932291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4816970477179932291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4816970477179932291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled_31.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2381546247904664539</id><published>2010-10-30T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T03:01:32.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>Night. Knight. Ksilent lettersk makke Kenglish a diffikcult klanguage to kreadk.  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2381546247904664539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2381546247904664539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2381546247904664539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2381546247904664539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled_30.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-719400510099912054</id><published>2010-10-29T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:01:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>Is there an iPhone app that will calculate how much wood a woodchuck chucks?  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/719400510099912054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=719400510099912054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/719400510099912054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/719400510099912054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled_29.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4433443975841209196</id><published>2010-10-28T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T03:01:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>A guy told me, "John, don't re-invent the wheel."  Why not?  I've already got a fairly good idea where to start...  via Ping.fm        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4433443975841209196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4433443975841209196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4433443975841209196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4433443975841209196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1587832878693607985</id><published>2010-10-27T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T04:09:15.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder</title><summary type='text'>If the Dentist renamed his office to "Disneyland" it would be much easier to get my kids in the car for appointments.        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I tried to get a closer picture but they kept running away. You don't know humiliation until you've been out-run by a DUCK! -- Not sent from my Blackberry -- I don't have one...        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           This is a much better use of hands than say, piano playing.        Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8439307184437047454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8439307184437047454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8439307184437047454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8439307184437047454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-kind-of-stuff-impresses-meprobably.html' title='This kind of stuff impresses me...probably too much.'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3431676215212049898</id><published>2010-03-13T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:28:11.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity Knocks</title><summary type='text'>
         Posted via email   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3431676215212049898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3431676215212049898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3431676215212049898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3431676215212049898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-knocks.html' title='Opportunity Knocks'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6746970674698934373</id><published>2010-03-12T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:22:50.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Vacuum</title><summary type='text'>
for those who were dying to know how my newest purchase looks...here it is from a sort of Stanley Kubrick camera angle...and for the record, it sucks!  via Ping.fm        Posted via web   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6746970674698934373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6746970674698934373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6746970674698934373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6746970674698934373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-vacuum.html' title='New Vacuum'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-398821775815841386</id><published>2010-03-11T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:45:02.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>
Proof that you can still get strawberry shortcake at Steak N Shake...even though they claim it's impossible.  via Ping.fm        Posted via web   from Naynarb - Random Comedy Thoughts      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/398821775815841386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=398821775815841386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/398821775815841386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/398821775815841386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6186321141740194454</id><published>2010-02-25T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:05:51.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Willy</title><summary type='text'>
ORLANDO, Fla. —  Trainers will continue working with a killer whale that grabbed one of their colleagues and dragged her underwater, killing her, but SeaWorld said Thursday it is reviewing its procedures after the attack.Reviewing the procedures!!? That sounds like a great idea. Here's the current procedure at SeaWorld:1. Whale approaches platform for petting.2. Trainer pets whale.3. Whale kills</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6186321141740194454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6186321141740194454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6186321141740194454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6186321141740194454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoot-willy.html' title='Shoot Willy'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1193598879671897385</id><published>2010-02-15T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:32:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The World Needs Now</title><summary type='text'>
"Amour," the French word for love, has been voted the most romantic word in the world in a pre-Valentine's Day survey of language experts.What an unbelievable coincidence!  'French Citizen' has been voted the two most recognized words for 'rude'. The least romantic way to say "I love you" is Japanese: (watakushi-wa anata-wo ai shimasu).  Not only is this unromantic sounding, it won't fit on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1193598879671897385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1193598879671897385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1193598879671897385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1193598879671897385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-world-needs-now.html' title='What The World Needs Now'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4119416455995162235</id><published>2010-02-08T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:08:35.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superbowl Is Over</title><summary type='text'>
It's time again for my annual mention of the 'Biggest Day in Sports' or 'The Most Important Event in The World' or 'The Reason for Humanity To Exist in The Universe' -- the Super Bowl. While the a fore mention descriptions may be appropriate for hundreds of millions of fans, I can't help but think of the Super Bowl as 'A bunch of millionaires banging into each other in order to sell shoes, cars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4119416455995162235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4119416455995162235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4119416455995162235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4119416455995162235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-is-over.html' title='The Superbowl Is Over'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-5157662597513618818</id><published>2010-02-07T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:57:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robo-Hog</title><summary type='text'>
PUNXSUTAWNEY, Pa. (AP)  — An animal rights group wants organizers of Pennsylvania's Groundhog Day festival to replace Punxsutawney Phil with a robotic stand-in.I've got a better idea, let's replace the groundhog with animal rights activists. Put the PETA people in a hole in the ground all year long.  Then, every February 2nd, they can come out and try to find their shadows (or identify their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5157662597513618818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=5157662597513618818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5157662597513618818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5157662597513618818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/robo-hog.html' title='Robo-Hog'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2393835995277412913</id><published>2010-02-05T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:00:29.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Keep This Promise</title><summary type='text'>
        Pulled the band together for another session.  Here's what we came up with.  The song isn't being sung to any specific individual. I'd encourage everyone elected to public office to consider the possibility that the song is about YOU.       See and download the full gallery on posterous                       Download now or listen on posterous       VOTEDOUT.mp3 (3565 KB)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2393835995277412913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2393835995277412913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2393835995277412913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2393835995277412913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-keep-this-promise.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Keep This Promise'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4573214696745236842</id><published>2010-02-05T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:05:12.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Lanterns - Save Cows</title><summary type='text'>
          Peers are calling on the Government to ban Chinese paper lanterns, because of a risk to cows, sheep and other livestock.  It seems to me like if anyone is concerned about the safety of livestock, we should ban barbecue before lanterns.  The story goes that these lanterns break away, drift in the wind and land in pastures where one cow ate the wire and ruptured her stomach.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4573214696745236842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4573214696745236842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4573214696745236842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4573214696745236842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/ban-lanterns-save-cows.html' title='Ban Lanterns - Save Cows'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3451171101941618290</id><published>2010-02-02T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:01:45.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I'd Rather Eat The Football</title><summary type='text'>
I found a website that is chock full of suggestions for healthy snacks to be eaten during the Superbowl. One suggestion: make your own hummus with chick peas, tahini, olive oil and lemon juice.  Another suggestion: zucchini boats.  I hope the local newspaper publishes the names of anyone planning on serving zucchini boats at their Super Bowl party because these are the houses from which citywide</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3451171101941618290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3451171101941618290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3451171101941618290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3451171101941618290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-rather-eat-football.html' title='I&amp;#39;d Rather Eat The Football'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-802551380523556481</id><published>2010-02-01T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:35:56.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Nonsense Has To Stop</title><summary type='text'>"GroundFrog" Day coming to Wash. State The event, which falls three days before Groundhog Day, finds Slew offering a weather prediction, or "frognostication," as organizers say.I'm uncomfortable with this. I don't trust the frog. The groundhog has been predicting weather for decades.  I don't know for sure, but I think he has meteorological training.  Can a frog even see his shadow?  Does a frog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/802551380523556481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=802551380523556481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/802551380523556481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/802551380523556481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-nonsense-has-to-stop.html' title='This Nonsense Has To Stop'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8365701436977314956</id><published>2010-01-27T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:29:16.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>
Grandma k's birthday cake - that amount of frosting is illegal in Indiana so we cant tell you where the party isThis message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit www.verizonwireless.com/picture. /&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8365701436977314956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8365701436977314956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8365701436977314956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8365701436977314956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled_27.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2654564999624198831</id><published>2010-01-27T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:20:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>
Got a new video posted on YouTubehttp://ping.fm/8XjbH  via Ping.fm  Posted via web  from John's Branyan's Comedy    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2654564999624198831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2654564999624198831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2654564999624198831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2654564999624198831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6215183178821875303</id><published>2010-01-27T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:04:16.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Here is an actual email that I received recently. -----------------------------I'm lady. I have a red hair with copper shimmering. My eyes is black. I am high. I have beautiful butt. My hair is short curly. I live in a big city. I work in heavy industry. I like to watch thrillers. Representations in the performance pop stars on stage. I like music . I like sea. If you talk about me I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6215183178821875303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6215183178821875303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6215183178821875303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6215183178821875303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1520614018135566642</id><published>2010-01-27T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:01:49.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Didn't Slide Down The Pole</title><summary type='text'> 	 	 		 	  		           			    WEST SUMMERLAND KEY, Fla.  —  Two 17-year-olds fled from a juvenile diversion program at a Florida Keys campground in a stolen firetruck.  The truck belonged to the chief of the Big Pine Key Fire Department.So, did the chief leave the keys in the truck while he ran in to Wal-Mart?  It would never occur to me, if I were running away from a juvenile institute to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520614018135566642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1520614018135566642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1520614018135566642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1520614018135566642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-they-didn-slide-down-pole.html' title='And They Didn&amp;#39;t Slide Down The Pole'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2057109536815038680</id><published>2010-01-26T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:59:46.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting Isn't Only For Birds</title><summary type='text'>In its first-ever toy created for the canine community, Mattel is introducing a product called "Puppy Tweets" that meshes the hugely popular Twitter with consumers' love of pets.What kind of updates will a dog have?  "Sniffing a tree.  Sniffing a mailbox.  Sniffing an unidentified glob of something."   In my house, we don't want the dog on the couch, this device will force us to let him on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2057109536815038680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2057109536815038680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2057109536815038680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2057109536815038680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/tweeting-isn-only-for-birds.html' title='Tweeting Isn&amp;#39;t Only For Birds'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3710184991126170800</id><published>2010-01-25T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:26:42.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionist Hole</title><summary type='text'>Museum Visitor Rips 6-Inch Hole In Picasso     Artwork Will Undergo Repairs For 6-Inch Tear After AccidentA notable painting by Picasso will undergo repairs after a visitor to the Metropolitan Museum of Art accidentally lost her balance and struck it.It's a Picasso...does it really make any difference that it's ripped?  This is the guy who painted people with ears on their foreheads and whatnot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3710184991126170800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3710184991126170800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3710184991126170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3710184991126170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/impressionist-hole.html' title='Impressionist Hole'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3499454447215724814</id><published>2010-01-21T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:19:13.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Better Sit Down For This...</title><summary type='text'>LONDON —  Here's a new warning from health experts: Sitting is deadly. Scientists are increasingly warning that sitting for prolonged periods — even if you also exercise regularly — could be bad for your health.So unless you're standing on your head looking at your Blackberry right now,  stop reading! This is earth shattering!  Who knew that couch potatoes were unhealthy?  All these years they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3499454447215724814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3499454447215724814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3499454447215724814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3499454447215724814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-better-sit-down-for-this.html' title='You Better Sit Down For This...'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-5630347475445822155</id><published>2010-01-20T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:09:07.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Butt for The Strip Club</title><summary type='text'>A 150-pound goat smashed two large glass doors at Lynx Gentlemen's Club over the weekend, causing about $2,000 in damage, the owner said Monday. (See It Here)This is probably better behavior than will be exhibited by the club's human patrons. While California is home to 'happy cows', evidently the goats are somewhat disgruntled. Of all the places the goat could have broken into, why a strip club?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5630347475445822155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=5630347475445822155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5630347475445822155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5630347475445822155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-butt-for-strip-club.html' title='First Butt for The Strip Club'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-5402109626151058278</id><published>2010-01-16T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:13:47.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repossessed Toddler</title><summary type='text'>SAN JOSE, Calif. (AP) — Police in California say a car dealer who repossessed a San Jose woman's Honda Accord left with something a bit more valuable: her 2-year-old son. The child, Cyrus Lopez, was sleeping in the back of the car on Tuesday night when it was taken away.This is genius!  So many people have a hard time finding a Day Care.  Just skip a few car payments, leave your kid asleep in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5402109626151058278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=5402109626151058278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5402109626151058278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5402109626151058278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2010/01/repossessed-toddler.html' title='Repossessed Toddler'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4236759720706791636</id><published>2009-08-16T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:13:50.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares How Smart Dogs Are?</title><summary type='text'>A researcher has published that dogs can learn about 165 words, including signals; they can count up to four or five and have a basic understanding of arithmetic. Also, he says, dogs can intentionally deceive other dogs and people to get treats they want.sociation that the newest research strategy for understanding dogs is to use tests meant for very young children....and yet they still drink out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4236759720706791636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4236759720706791636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4236759720706791636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4236759720706791636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-cares-how-smart-dogs-are.html' title='Who Cares How Smart Dogs Are?'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8521511533182576156</id><published>2009-08-08T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:55:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold The Mayo</title><summary type='text'>MOUNT HOREB, Wis. — For the final time, people will gather here Saturday on two closed-off blocks of Main Street to celebrate National Mustard Day. There will be free hotdogs with mustard — there's a $10 surcharge for those who dare to request ketchup — mustard painting and music by the Poupon U Accordion Band.The Mustard Museum would be a fun trip especially if you've already taken in the '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8521511533182576156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8521511533182576156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8521511533182576156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8521511533182576156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hold-mayo.html' title='Hold The Mayo'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-9215362425323300267</id><published>2009-08-08T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:45:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GI Joe Will Never Do This</title><summary type='text'>A Spanish toymaker known as Berjuan has developed a breast-feeding doll that comes with a special halter top its young "mothers" wear as they pretend to breast-feed their "babies."What's the big deal?  There are baby dolls that suck bottles.  Wouldn't it be fairly simple to hold these babies up to your chest and pretend?  The doll won't know the difference.The baby is called, "Bebe Gloton" which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/9215362425323300267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=9215362425323300267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/9215362425323300267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/9215362425323300267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe-will-never-do-this.html' title='GI Joe Will Never Do This'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1909114662874648263</id><published>2009-07-31T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:59:59.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Think</title><summary type='text'>My wife was trying to remember the name of the neighbor's cat. After several wrong guesses, she employed the help of our ten-year old son.  "Help me think!", my wife said.It's a huge challenge for me get my own thinking done.  I have no idea how to 'help' somebody else do it.  I strained and scrunched up my face.  "Is this helping?", I asked....it was not.So I started rubbing my temples and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1909114662874648263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1909114662874648263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1909114662874648263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1909114662874648263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-me-think.html' title='Help Me Think'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3849081818502458466</id><published>2009-07-25T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:11:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Smoking Is Expensive</title><summary type='text'>A New Hampshire man says he swiped his debit card at a gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes and was charged over 23 quadrillion dollars. Josh Muszynski checked his account online a few hours after the purchase and saw the 17-digit number — a stunning $23,148,855,308,184,500 (twenty-three quadrillion, one hundred forty-eight trillion, eight hundred fifty-five billion, three hundred eight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3849081818502458466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3849081818502458466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3849081818502458466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3849081818502458466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-smoking-is-expensive.html' title='Yes, Smoking Is Expensive'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8958121057759963366</id><published>2009-07-02T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:17:56.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badgers and Mushrooms</title><summary type='text'>This has been significant to my family over the years.  We spontaneously burst out singing this from time to time.  If you haven't experienced this yet, the link is below. Be warned, it will climb inside your head and never leave.http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8958121057759963366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8958121057759963366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8958121057759963366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8958121057759963366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/07/badgers-and-mushrooms.html' title='Badgers and Mushrooms'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1966936747985611516</id><published>2009-05-01T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:58:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Now?</title><summary type='text'>SAO PAULO (AP)  — Police say inmates are using carrier pigeons to smuggle cellphones onto a prison farm in southeastern Brazil. The birds apparently were bred and raised inside the prison, smuggled out, outfitted with the cellphone parts and then released to fly back.Obviously this avoids the expensive "data transfer charge" associated with other carriers. So is this what they mean when they use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1966936747985611516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1966936747985611516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1966936747985611516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1966936747985611516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='Can You Hear Me Now?'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1380953783742200018</id><published>2009-04-30T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:00:38.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Go Round</title><summary type='text'>Turtle rescuers have demonstrated the first fin suit designed to allow a green sea turtle that lost three of its flippers to finally swim a straight line.  Before this, the turtle could only swim in tight circles with her one good flipper.Progress! I'm not sure how many one-flippered turtles populate the ocean as of this writing, but at last there is hope!  This suit enables these hapless turtles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1380953783742200018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1380953783742200018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1380953783742200018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1380953783742200018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/turtle-go-round.html' title='Turtle Go Round'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-7935193266269665012</id><published>2009-04-28T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:59:56.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Is That Neon Doggy In The Window</title><summary type='text'>  			Scientists have finally figured out how to make dogs glow in the dark.  This is great news for anyone who's ever thought, "Sure, puppies are cute and cuddly, but they're practically useless as reading lamps."Breakthroughs in cloning and gene manipulation have enabled scientists to combine dog genes with another popular household pet - sea anemones!  The next step is creating a sea anemone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7935193266269665012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=7935193266269665012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7935193266269665012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7935193266269665012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-much-is-that-neon-doggy-in-window.html' title='How Much Is That Neon Doggy In The Window'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-531559524031945872</id><published>2009-04-20T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:28:04.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Much Better Now</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, when a person has a heart attack, that is to say the most important muscle in their body stops working and causes them to die, sometimes doctors will put electric paddles on the person's chest and shock them. And the heart starts beating again!Why does that work?That whole process seems very random and medieval.  Except for the electricity part. That doesn't seem medieval. The medieval</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/531559524031945872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=531559524031945872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/531559524031945872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/531559524031945872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-much-better-now.html' title='I Feel Much Better Now'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-13291736473556081</id><published>2009-04-12T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:58:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord of Lego</title><summary type='text'>A Swedish church unveiled a life-size statue of Jesus Christ during their Easter morning mass. 	 	 		 	  		           			    The nearly 30,000 Lego bricks used to make the 5.8 foot statue were donated by parishioners.Hmmm. I appreciate the effort. A lot of work went into this sculpture. It's a terrific effort.But from the picture, doesn't it look more like Billy Ray Cyrus than Jesus?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/13291736473556081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=13291736473556081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/13291736473556081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/13291736473556081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/lord-of-lego.html' title='The Lord of Lego'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4719160573173248305</id><published>2009-04-10T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:06:21.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Swallowed A Shark</title><summary type='text'>Fishermen in the Philippines accidentally caught and later ate amegamouth shark, one of the rarest fish in the world with only 40others recorded to have been encountered.I'm curious how you "accidentally" eat a shark. I mean, I've accidentally eaten bugs before.  They fly into my mouth, I swallow them. I doubt that a shark can be eaten in the same way. Especially if that shark has "mega" anywhere</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4719160573173248305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4719160573173248305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4719160573173248305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4719160573173248305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-swallowed-shark.html' title='I Think I Swallowed A Shark'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6941304763764108439</id><published>2009-04-04T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:35:39.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Like Fries With That, Rembrandt?</title><summary type='text'>Here's a guy who paints with hamburger grease. Smears it right on a canvas.  At first, I thought this was a strange thing to do with a burger. But truthfully, this is probably better for him than eating it. All that grease and cholesterol, sticking to the canvas is much healthier than having it stick to human arteries.  I may try this painting technique. It has advantages in this troubled economy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6941304763764108439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6941304763764108439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6941304763764108439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6941304763764108439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html' title='Would You Like Fries With That, Rembrandt?'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4071622172378988087</id><published>2009-04-03T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:10:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spear pulled from Brazilian's brain</title><summary type='text'>The headline only tells part of the story.  The rest of the story is: Surgeons successfully removed a 6-inch fishing spear from the brain of a man who was struck while diving off the coast of Rio de Janeiro.According to the article, the man fired the spear which ricocheted off rocks and struck him in his head. Family said the spear was so deep, only the tip was showing.  Doctors said, it missed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4071622172378988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4071622172378988087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4071622172378988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4071622172378988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/spear-pulled-from-brazilian-brain.html' title='Spear pulled from Brazilian&amp;#39;s brain'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6501611910077328417</id><published>2009-03-28T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:03:49.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis-ism</title><summary type='text'>	My buddy Ken Davis is taping another DVD  this afternoon in Westfield. This is significant because Westfield is the same venue where I taped my DVD's.  See how I influence the entire world of comedy? The other thing you should know is that Ken is ALWAYS taping DVD projects.  He is prolific. There are more recorded hours of Ken Davis comedy than Seinfeld episodes. He has new material seeping out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6501611910077328417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6501611910077328417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6501611910077328417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6501611910077328417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/davis-ism.html' title='Davis-ism'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-236340367698276428</id><published>2009-03-12T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:19:14.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
How do you find an elf? - By Juliet Lapidos - Slate Magazine  </title><summary type='text'> An article on Iceland's de facto bankruptcy in the April issue of Vanity Fair notes that a "large number of Icelanders" believe in elves or "hidden people." This widespread folklore occasionally disrupts business in the sparsely populated North Atlantic country. Before the aluminum company Alcoa could erect a smelting factory, "it had to defer to a government expert to scour the enclosed plant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/236340367698276428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=236340367698276428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/236340367698276428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/236340367698276428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-find-elf-by-juliet-lapidos.html' title='&#xA;How do you find an elf? - By Juliet Lapidos - Slate Magazine  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-5806148341172746756</id><published>2009-03-10T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:50:39.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
Georgia inmate arrested trying to get back in jail - USATODAY.com  </title><summary type='text'>   Check out this website I found at usatoday.com Notice there are no charges for "Breaking Into Jail".  This needs to be addressed.  With the housing situation the way it is, there's going to be a flood of ex-homeowners busting into the "big house".  We're gonna have to tighten security around our prisons to keep the riff-raff out. Posted via web  from John's Branyan's Comedy   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5806148341172746756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=5806148341172746756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5806148341172746756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5806148341172746756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia-inmate-arrested-trying-to-get.html' title='&#xA;Georgia inmate arrested trying to get back in jail - USATODAY.com  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1150905963038210367</id><published>2009-03-08T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:27:13.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
Play StarBaron on AlienProcess.com  </title><summary type='text'>                         via alienprocess.com This is kind of interesting.  Fast paced, capture the planet game. I pretty much stink playing it...but it's fun. Posted via web  from John's Branyan's Comedy   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1150905963038210367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1150905963038210367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1150905963038210367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1150905963038210367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-starbaron-on-alienprocesscom.html' title='&#xA;Play StarBaron on AlienProcess.com  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-508948194192409271</id><published>2009-03-02T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:45:26.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>
The Peter Heck Show - on_the_air  </title><summary type='text'> via peterheck.com Peter's finalizing a deal for syndication of his most excellent radio talk show. Visit the site and give him a listen. Posted via web  from John's Branyan's Comedy   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/508948194192409271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=508948194192409271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/508948194192409271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/508948194192409271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter-heck-show-ontheair.html' title='&#xA;The Peter Heck Show - on_the_air  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-557539564809132690</id><published>2009-02-18T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:38:00.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>
Tim Hawkins Comedy  </title><summary type='text'> via timhawkins.net Here's a link to one of my favorite comedians on Earth.  If you've not discovered Tim Hawkins yet, enjoy!  You can thank me later. Posted via web  from John's Branyan's Comedy   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/557539564809132690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=557539564809132690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/557539564809132690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/557539564809132690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/tim-hawkins-comedy.html' title='&#xA;Tim Hawkins Comedy  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4847322266585227482</id><published>2008-08-31T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:00:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Reading Blogs...Gustav is Coming!</title><summary type='text'>Because canceling the Republican National Convention in St. Paul will go a long way toward thwarting the devastation of a Hurricane in New Orleans, McCain has wisely opted to put the convention on hold so the country can focus on what's most important...watching people evacuate Louisiana.It goes without saying that the Republicans were directly responsible for Hurricane Katrina since George Bush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4847322266585227482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4847322266585227482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4847322266585227482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4847322266585227482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-reading-blogsgustav-is-coming.html' title='Stop Reading Blogs...Gustav is Coming!'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8272521216343022114</id><published>2008-08-30T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:53:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
No Cartwheels, Please  </title><summary type='text'>An Australian school has outlawed cartwheelsin order to protect the children from injury.Many people may not realize that cartwheels are the primary way thatchildren injure themselves. I don't know why it's taken us so long tofinally get at the root of childhood accidents and eliminate it.According to the principal of the school, cartwheels are a "level 2risk" which makes them even more dangerous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8272521216343022114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8272521216343022114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8272521216343022114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8272521216343022114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-cartwheels-please.html' title='&#xA;No Cartwheels, Please  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6837882873523177482</id><published>2008-08-29T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:15:53.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
Feet and Fish Food  </title><summary type='text'>You can get a fish pedicure for 30 bucks. Now you may ask, why would a fish even need a pedicure since they don't have any feet? And that's a fair question.    The pedicure is not actually performed on the fish, but by the fish. Some spas are now offering to let you soak your feet in a tub full of "Doctor Fish", which are a type of carp. The tiny fish will chew the dead skin off your feet leaving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6837882873523177482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6837882873523177482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6837882873523177482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6837882873523177482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/08/feet-and-fish-food.html' title='&#xA;Feet and Fish Food  '/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1129114446176697447</id><published>2008-08-28T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:11:37.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Use A Shot Of Eel</title><summary type='text'>In the US, we drink 313 million gallons of energy drinks per year - without harming a single eel. This is important because the people in Japan also drink copious amounts of energy fluid, but their drinks require that eels lay down their very lives in the process.  The drink is called "Unagi Nobori" or "Surging Eel" and it's thought to boost stamina in hot weather. One could make the case that it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1129114446176697447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1129114446176697447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1129114446176697447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1129114446176697447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-could-use-shot-of-eel.html' title='I Could Use A Shot Of Eel'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-7520911077506056198</id><published>2008-08-02T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:00:37.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldest Joke Traced To 1900 BC</title><summary type='text'>LONDON (Reuters) - The world's oldest recorded joke has been tracedback to 1900 BC and suggests toilet humor was as popular with theancients as it is today. It is a saying of the Sumerians, who lived in what is now southern Iraqand goes: "Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; ayoung woman did not fart in her husband's lap."What this proves beyond all argument is that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7520911077506056198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=7520911077506056198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7520911077506056198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7520911077506056198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oldest-joke-traced-to-1900-bc.html' title='Oldest Joke Traced To 1900 BC'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8377139041369246540</id><published>2008-05-27T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:43:00.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Animated Experiment</title><summary type='text'>I made a cartoon.  It's all about the dangers of life in the west...the Midwest.  My buddy, John thomas Oaks wrote a song that's 'all about me' and this is my take on his music.  It was loads of fun making this thing and I think I'll make another one in the near future.    Branyan Canyon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8377139041369246540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8377139041369246540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8377139041369246540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8377139041369246540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-animated-experiment.html' title='My Animated Experiment'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3547815738900884592</id><published>2008-03-06T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:17:46.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did We Survive Without It?</title><summary type='text'>Watched a guy doing a lecture a few days ago. He kept putting a red dot on the screen with a laser pointer as he talked. It occured to me that we live in wonderful times. Used to be that people had to just point at stuff with their fingers. Some of you remember those primitive times. Now, thanks to technology, we can put a red dot on exactly the spot we're wanting someone to look. And that's just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3547815738900884592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3547815738900884592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3547815738900884592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3547815738900884592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-did-we-survive-without-it.html' title='How Did We Survive Without It?'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3499321569805739275</id><published>2007-12-12T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:03:13.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas Baby'/><title type='text'>Lucky It's Over</title><summary type='text'>The Lucky 21 is officially over and I have officially, not won.  I'm pretty happy that I can stop voting now.  There are a lot of daily responsibilities that I've let slide and I'm anxious to get back to doing them.  The first one is going potty.  For those of you who weren't in Las Vegas for The Comedy Festival, here's the video.  The audio is a little flaky...my apologies.      Powered by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3499321569805739275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3499321569805739275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3499321569805739275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3499321569805739275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/12/vegas-baby.html' title='Lucky It&amp;#39;s Over'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-7874973706636928822</id><published>2007-10-31T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:49:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Packs Creativity in Trunk</title><summary type='text'>This elephant is painting a picture by holding a paintbrush in her trunk. She's created over 50 paintings at the West Midland Safari Park in Worcestershire. Her keeper says she paints in a unique style that would not look out of place in a contemporary art exhibition. I suppose that's good news for other zoo animals that are hoping to have their own art shows.  It may be a little discouraging for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7874973706636928822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=7874973706636928822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7874973706636928822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7874973706636928822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/10/elephant-packs-creativity-in-trunk.html' title='Elephant Packs Creativity in Trunk'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8310921150231102646</id><published>2007-09-27T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:23:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If elected, I promise to...</title><summary type='text'>The Ziddio Lucky 21 contest is underway here.  You can vote for me if you like.  I'm fighting to stay in third place right now.  It's not about who's the funniest...it's about who has the most friends with limber mouse clicking fingers.Winning the contest will give me a chance to perform clean comedy in Las Vegas.  Should that happen, keep an eye out for flying pigs. Technorati Tags: ziddio, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8310921150231102646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8310921150231102646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8310921150231102646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8310921150231102646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-elected-i-promise-to.html' title='If elected, I promise to...'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-4199283366700273813</id><published>2007-09-19T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:45:46.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewing over World Records</title><summary type='text'>Venezuelan officials claimed a world record Saturday for the world's largest pot of soup. The hulking stainless steel cooking pot, set up outdoors in downtownCaracas, contained about 3,963 gallons of "sancocho" stew, FoodMinister Rafael Oropeza said. He said it was enough to feed 60,000 to 70,000 people.Venezuela now holds the record for the largest pot of soup ever created. It will feed 60,000 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4199283366700273813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=4199283366700273813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4199283366700273813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/4199283366700273813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/09/stewing-over-world-records.html' title='Stewing over World Records'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6053947418412310279</id><published>2007-09-10T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:10:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Turkey</title><summary type='text'>Do you know that fleshy appendage that attaches just above the beak of a male (tom) turkey?  You know what I'm talking about, don't you?  Yeah. That flappy red thing on the turkey's beak...What's it called?According to Texas park and wildlife, it's called a snood.The snood is a fleshy appendage that attaches just above the beak. Whenthe tom relaxes, the snood is short — maybe half an inch long. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6053947418412310279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6053947418412310279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6053947418412310279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6053947418412310279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/09/talking-turkey.html' title='Talking Turkey'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-8452497714536824876</id><published>2007-09-04T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:13:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gaither gave me a bear</title><summary type='text'>Don't Worry. Be HappyRecently, on a cruise to Alaska with the gang from the Gaither Homecoming, I was given a stuffed bear that sings 'Don't Worry. Be Happy" when you squeeze his paw. This is the first time I've ever been given a singing bear by Bill Gaither. He gave me a book and a keychain that lights up too. He also gave me a can of macadamia nuts, but took them back. Overall, it was a fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8452497714536824876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=8452497714536824876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8452497714536824876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/8452497714536824876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/09/bill-gaither-gave-me-bear.html' title='Bill Gaither gave me a bear'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-7559468127358726542</id><published>2007-04-25T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:55:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Nice Thing To Say</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, Heather, for the mention in your blog. I'm glad I made you and Farmboy laugh. We homeschool our kids too...that's a whole post by itself.Powered by ScribeFire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7559468127358726542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=7559468127358726542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7559468127358726542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7559468127358726542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-nice-thing-to-say.html' title='That&amp;#39;s A Nice Thing To Say'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3806987747256912010</id><published>2007-04-24T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:52:27.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoosier Jubilee</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing some comedy for the weekly radio program, "Hoosier Jubilee".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's like "Cherry Jubilee" but with Indiana natives. Actually, that's not true. Cherry Jubilee is much better on ice cream than Hoosier Jubilee and Hoosier Jubilee doesn't need to be pitted.&amp;nbsp;The program features The Wright Brothers Band and a gang of misfits that calls themselves the 'Lost River Revue'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3806987747256912010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3806987747256912010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3806987747256912010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3806987747256912010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoosier-jubilee.html' title='Hoosier Jubilee'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-5787258742589486665</id><published>2007-04-04T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:12:02.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Pronounce You</title><summary type='text'> Who wouldn't want this guy to marry them? He's not only a minister, but a captain who body surfs AND breeds exotic birds! Plus, he wears and orange skirt. I wonder if he'd have a thriving business in Indianapolis... &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:16D8E8C2-31D6-4497-8AEA-B0E988675619:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.hawaiiweddings.comAloha, I am Rev./Capt. Howie, a non-denominational minister and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5787258742589486665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=5787258742589486665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5787258742589486665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/5787258742589486665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-now-pronounce-you.html' title='I Now Pronounce You'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-941369721686860054</id><published>2007-03-15T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:08:18.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise to the Challenge</title><summary type='text'>There's a commercial on the radio near my housethat's trying to get people to work at IBP.They're ALWAYS trying to get people to come to work at IBP.That makes sense when you know that IBP is a meat packing company.They don't mention that in the radio ads."Would you like slitting pigs throats?""If standing waist deep in entrails appeals to you...have we got a job 4U"So the commercial has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/941369721686860054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=941369721686860054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/941369721686860054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/941369721686860054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/03/rise-to-challenge.html' title='Rise to the Challenge'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3931919195011514914</id><published>2007-03-14T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:58:09.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels Go Nuts</title><summary type='text'> This disturbing article appeared recently in USA Today and begs several questions. What's wrong with Georgia squirrels? And what in the world is PETA doing to put a stop to this? I suggest tearing down all electrical lines and resorting to candle power until we can implement training programs to keep squirrels from electrocuting themselves.  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:2B8CD379-D73B-4888-84BA-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3931919195011514914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3931919195011514914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3931919195011514914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3931919195011514914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/03/squirrels-go-nuts.html' title='Squirrels Go Nuts'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2300481544217305097</id><published>2007-03-08T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:50:32.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Nuvi Will Travel</title><summary type='text'>I'll be perfectly honest and say, without exaggeration, that I have the worst sense of direction of any living being on earth. In fact, there are non-living beings who are better able to navigate than I am. You'd be better off asking a dead guy for directions than asking me.Daren Streblow will argue that he's worse with directions than me. But he's wrong. Please visit his website and tell him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2300481544217305097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2300481544217305097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2300481544217305097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2300481544217305097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-nuvi-will-travel.html' title='Have Nuvi Will Travel'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-3444448457203425522</id><published>2007-02-27T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:51:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morty's</title><summary type='text'>Thor Ramsey and I are performing at Morty's Comedy Joint March 21-24th. If you're in the area...(meaning somewhere on the North American continent) then you should come in and see the show.powered by performancing firefox</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3444448457203425522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=3444448457203425522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3444448457203425522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/3444448457203425522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/morty.html' title='Morty&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-994463945828895227</id><published>2007-02-25T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:41:39.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Living In The Midwest</title><summary type='text'>In the midwest, rain can be used so many different ways. Sometimes, it's just rain. Other times, it comes down as snow. Then, there are times like today when precipitation demonstrates the depth of its creativity and comes down as both rain AND snow at the same time. It's called sleet or 'freezing rain' and it is glorious to behold.As a layer of ice coats everything in my home state of Indiana, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/994463945828895227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=994463945828895227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/994463945828895227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/994463945828895227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-i-love-living-in-midwest.html' title='Why I Love Living In The Midwest'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-1275871428032744654</id><published>2007-02-25T04:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:27:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Atheists!</title><summary type='text'>There's a group of concerned atheists on a crusade to stamp out Christmas. They also want to encourage people to commit the unforgivable sin of blasphemy. It's encouraging to know that the idea of a Godless universe can still spur people to action!I'd expect that atheists would be fat, apathetic derelicts, lacking the energy to hoist themselves out of the overstuffed chairs at the university </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1275871428032744654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=1275871428032744654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1275871428032744654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/1275871428032744654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-god-for-atheists.html' title='Thank God for Atheists!'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-2279568993843127048</id><published>2007-02-20T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:40:21.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Settlin'</title><summary type='text'>This is my new addiction.  http://www.mayfairgames.com/It's called Settlers of Catan. It's an amazingly fun board game that requires you to build settlements, produce resources and ultimately dominate the fictional island of Catan. The family and I have played dozens of games. If you've not played a board game with the family for awhile, it might be because all of your current board games are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2279568993843127048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=2279568993843127048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2279568993843127048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/2279568993843127048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-stop-settlin.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Stop Settlin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-7165988265696908543</id><published>2007-02-09T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:30:40.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Enough to Eat Off Of</title><summary type='text'>I took my car through the car wash because it was covered in salt (the  car, not the car wash) and I love going through car washes. All the  foaming, soapy, sudsy happiness swirling over my windshield makes  everything right in the world.The temperature is still hovering around zero outside so by the time I got  home, all my doors were frozen closed. I couldn't get out of the car so I  sat and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7165988265696908543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=7165988265696908543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7165988265696908543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/7165988265696908543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/clean-enough-to-eat-off-of.html' title='Clean Enough to Eat Off Of'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-6063005353695282329</id><published>2007-02-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:30:37.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Fashioned</title><summary type='text'>At a breakfast bar, they had 'Old Fashioned Oatmeal'That's what the sign said, 'Old Fashioned'In contrast to what?'New Fangled Oatmeal'Oatmeal with all the bells and whistles...some doo-dadsTaking advantage of the latest oatmeal technologyThis oatmeal has a USB port.I suppose oatmeal is due for a makeover.Yogurt was updated awhile back.Now it comes in a tube!A tube of yogurt...so you can eat it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6063005353695282329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=6063005353695282329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6063005353695282329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/6063005353695282329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-fashioned.html' title='Old Fashioned'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-113528677506171527</id><published>2005-12-22T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:26:15.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Tipping Finale</title><summary type='text'>There's little doubt that cow tipping is somewhat  suspect. Wikipedia makes  it pretty clear that the practice of knocking over sleeping bovines isn't  automatically credible.   What bothers me is how a vicious rumor like this  got started in the first place. Who has such animosity toward cows that they  would even suggest trying to push them over for no reason? Cows are so docile  and in some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113528677506171527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=113528677506171527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113528677506171527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113528677506171527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/cow-tipping-finale.html' title='Cow Tipping Finale'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-113522310561309453</id><published>2005-12-21T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:45:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Tipping Myth (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>One of the principle reasons that cow tipping is no longer considered to  be possible is that cows, unlike horses, don't sleep standing up. They  'doze'. Dozing is evidently not the same as sleeping. Dozing puts the cows  in a sort of dreamlike trance where they're senses are still alert enough  to detect an approaching tipper.The other reason that tipping is not possible is that cows are HEAVY!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113522310561309453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=113522310561309453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113522310561309453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113522310561309453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/cow-tipping-myth-part-2.html' title='Cow Tipping Myth (Part 2)'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-113453081997647409</id><published>2005-12-13T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:27:00.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cow Tipping Myth</title><summary type='text'>Recently, a very smart person in Britain, using math, physics and a grim  determination to debunk an urban legend that has plagued the midwest for  centuries; proved that cow tipping is impossible.What's cow tipping?Cow tipping is the act (art?) of sneaking up on sleeping cows and using  your shoulder to push them over. It's most often performed by drunk  people. That may not have needed to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113453081997647409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=113453081997647409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113453081997647409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113453081997647409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/cow-tipping-myth.html' title='The Cow Tipping Myth'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-113444519772338134</id><published>2005-12-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:39:57.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Yuletide Gifts</title><summary type='text'>When my kids were little, they'd make Christmas gifts for me every year. I  opened the gifts and was visibly excited to get them, because they were   from my children.Not because I needed a Play Doh ashtray.This year, I've decided to return the tradition. I'm making Christmas  gifts for my kids. This is going to be great.I can't wait to see the looks on their little faces when they open their  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444519772338134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=113444519772338134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113444519772338134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113444519772338134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/making-yuletide-gifts.html' title='Making Yuletide Gifts'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-113280107997258282</id><published>2005-11-23T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:58:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving is a holiday that's named for what it is.It's a day when we give thanks.Other holidays are not so appropriately named.The day dedicated to launching bottle rockets into your neighbor's yard...Independence Day.Should be called Arsonist Day.Memorial Day should be - 'Get Out of School For Free Day'Father's Day - 'Just Another Sunday In June'It's strange how things become tradition at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113280107997258282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=113280107997258282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113280107997258282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/113280107997258282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts-of-thanksgiving.html' title='Thoughts of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112958204793674777</id><published>2005-10-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:49:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Clean</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I've seen this new kind of laundry soap that has this special, new  ingredient called "Oxygen".Oxygen?Hasn't that been around for quite awhile?I'm not saying this isn't a good thing, I'm just curious about how they  can claim it's 'new' and 'better' than other kinds of soap that supposedly  don't tap into the power of oxygen. I mean, unless you're doing your  laundry in space, there should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112958204793674777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112958204793674777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112958204793674777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112958204793674777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-kind-of-clean.html' title='A New Kind of Clean'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926703100624002</id><published>2005-10-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:17:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and The 'V'</title><summary type='text'>It has been said that experience is the best teacher. I have recently  experienced a procedure called a vasectomy. I am now qualified to dispel  the misinformation that I was given before my wings were clipped Many  myths surround this operation. Walk up to any man and tell him you are  considering a vasectomy. After he finishes wincing, he will probably relay  one or more of the following myths:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926703100624002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926703100624002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926703100624002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926703100624002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-v.html' title='Me and The &apos;V&apos;'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926652148724394</id><published>2005-10-13T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:08:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Awful Hot</title><summary type='text'>It's been over 100 degrees here in Kokomo for the last couple of weeks.  Every day the weatherman comes on the television and says: "Well, the  thermometer is up around 100 degrees this afternoon, but the heat index  will make it feel more like 1,000,000. Stay inside if you can. Don't go  outside for any reason, not even to get your mail. Truth is, you probably  won't have mail anyway because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926652148724394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926652148724394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652148724394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652148724394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-awful-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Awful Hot'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926652132726979</id><published>2005-10-13T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:08:41.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Had Kittens</title><summary type='text'>The cat had kittens last night. The miracle of birth happened right before  our wondering eyes. As I stood watching the event with my wife and  children, I kept marveling, "The miracle of birth is absolutely the  messiest miracle in all creation".The mother cat was not our cat. It was a stray cat that showed up on our  back porch a few weeks ago. It undoubtedly had heard from the other cats  in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926652132726979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926652132726979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652132726979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652132726979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/cat-had-kittens.html' title='Cat Had Kittens'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926652100070463</id><published>2005-10-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:08:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby Doo Argument</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I have been married for 14 years and during that time we've  had many fights. Although the fights varied in content and form, the cause  of the fights has remained consistent. It's me. We fight because of a  birth defect I have that makes it impossible for me to know when to  shut-up and walk away.Some arguments are trivial. Our last arguement, however, was not. The  conflict was over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926652100070463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926652100070463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652100070463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926652100070463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/scooby-doo-argument.html' title='Scooby Doo Argument'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926517100867951</id><published>2005-10-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:46:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Insanity</title><summary type='text'>I'm not worried about people with temporary insanity. I'm worried by  people who have temporary sanity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926517100867951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926517100867951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926517100867951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926517100867951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/temporary-insanity.html' title='Temporary Insanity'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112926414150320905</id><published>2005-10-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:29:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ample Opportunity</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been told that you needed to do something like 'put the  barbecue grill away' and you assured the person who told you to do it that  you would in a minute and then many minutes go by and you completely  forget about the assignment? That's what happened to me. I have to go...-- Comedy That Won't Leave A Filthy Residue               www.johnbranyan.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112926414150320905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112926414150320905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926414150320905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112926414150320905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ample-opportunity.html' title='Ample Opportunity'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112801528692897586</id><published>2005-09-29T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:43:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insects</title><summary type='text'>Why, if insects have thousands of eyes, do they  keep crashing against the window trying to get out? I'd think something with  that many eyes would be able to detect the glass. Wouldn't  you? Maybe it's just that insects aren't very smart. I wonder why they're the species that has all the eyeballs. Seems like there are other, smarter animals that would make good use of a compound eye. People, for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112801528692897586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112801528692897586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112801528692897586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112801528692897586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/09/insects.html' title='Insects'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-112724120627424677</id><published>2005-09-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:33:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calling Things ClassicalBack a few years ago, composers named their songs by simply describing what they were. "Haydn's Symphony #94 in G Minor". That said it all. Somewhere along the way, song writers stopped doing that. It's probably a good thing. If they hadn't, we've have radio DJs coming on the air saying, "That was Eminem singing 'Explicit, Obscenity ridden song #324.' Next up, 'Fifty Cent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112724120627424677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=112724120627424677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112724120627424677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/112724120627424677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/09/calling-things-classical-back-few-years.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-110963939646679962</id><published>2005-02-28T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:09:56.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I grilled this evening.It's February in Indiana and I stood outside (in a light snow) and cooked steak on the grill. It wasn't so bad. I started wondering what other outdoor activities that are normally reserved for warm weather might be fun in February.The Slip-N-Slide came to mind. A thin layer of ice might make it even better. It might also be interesting to do some rollerblading over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/110963939646679962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=110963939646679962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110963939646679962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110963939646679962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-grilled-this-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-110791839810502309</id><published>2005-02-08T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:06:38.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Boy!</title><summary type='text'>I think I need to look into Zoloft.On television, it makes those little circles so happy. If a pill can make  a little circle that happy, think what it could do for a person! Those  little circles don't even have arms and legs, yet they seem content,  almost joyful under the influences of Zoloft.That's good stuff.-- "Comedy That Won't Leave A Filthy Residue"www.johnbranyan.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/110791839810502309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=110791839810502309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110791839810502309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110791839810502309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s A Boy!'/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-110791774116527031</id><published>2005-02-08T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:55:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a few people on this planet that you should try to avoid. 1) Angry sports fans after their team loses 2) Anyone driving the "bypass" around Indianapolis between 4:00 and 6:00 pm 3) Scottish magicians with wooden ducks.The fact is, there seems to be something about either Kilts or wooden props that makes Scottish magicians dangerously cranky. Or it could be massive amounts of alcohol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/110791774116527031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=110791774116527031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110791774116527031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/110791774116527031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-are-few-people-on-this-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-108459675967169697</id><published>2004-05-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T21:52:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, this blog entry is fueled by pure rage.Question: What's the difference between tonights late show audience and the studio audience at the Jerry Springer Show?Answer: Jerry Springer's audience is slightly more sophisticated.Here's how the show went this evening.I won't tell you which state I'm in, but it's one of the states that's closest to Cuba.Me: Here's a terrifying statistic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/108459675967169697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=108459675967169697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108459675967169697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108459675967169697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2004/05/okay-this-blog-entry-is-fueled-by-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-108360704336214028</id><published>2004-05-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:01:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you know anybody in St. Louis, send them to see Crazy Love.If you don't know anybody in St. Louis, meet some people in St. Louis and send them to see Crazy Love.We had an audience of 2 last weekend; two people.Two people doesn't seem so much like an audience. It's like having a couple of friends over to watch a movie or eat cheesecake. Only we didn't have any cheesecake. There was no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/108360704336214028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=108360704336214028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108360704336214028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108360704336214028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-you-know-anybody-in-st.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-108281824488953248</id><published>2004-04-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T07:54:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing a board game with someone who's too competitive takes all the fun out of the experience. At least that's what my family tells me....everytime we play Monopoly. Winning is all that matters to me. In the long run, it doesn't matter who wins. It's not like a victory is going to be the break I've been looking for all my life. The ESPN reporters aren't going to show up...."Tremendous game, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/108281824488953248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=108281824488953248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108281824488953248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108281824488953248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2004/04/playing-board-game-with-someone-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079078.post-108049690344753903</id><published>2004-03-28T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:19:20.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Showtime is sponsoring a television program to find a Presidential Candidate. I'm not kidding. A reality T.V. show, similar to American Idol, but less important because rather than picking a pop-star this show merely picks a person to be commander and chief of the United States. The winner gets a nationwide media appearance and $200,000. You're better off being on Survivor since you get the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/feeds/108049690344753903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6079078&amp;postID=108049690344753903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108049690344753903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079078/posts/default/108049690344753903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmeddy.blogspot.com/2004/03/showtime-is-sponsoring-television.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
