<?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-5390369</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:58:39.867-05:00</updated><category term='elephants'/><category term='dynamite'/><category term='nobel'/><category term='peanuts'/><title type='text'>The World of Jill Twiss</title><subtitle type='html'>All material Copyright 2003-11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>688</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2879298737171376903</id><published>2012-01-15T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:35:29.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people use their Saturday nights to go out with friends or spend quality time with family or invent the cure to cancer (honestly, not very many people are doing the third one. GET ON THAT.)  I watched the Miss America pageant and shared my thoughts on twitter.  Is it as noble as curing cancer?  No, but in my defense, the only reason I passed my high school chemistry class is because the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2879298737171376903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2879298737171376903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2879298737171376903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2879298737171376903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-people-use-their-saturday-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7412347134897601358</id><published>2012-01-09T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:56:49.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday night when everyone else was off with their "friends" having a "social life," I was sitting at home live-tweeting the Republican primary debate. I watch these things so you don't have to.  Here is how it went:

9:01pm:  ROMNEY OPENING: "Yes economy is getting better, but coincidentally Obama stabs kittens."


9:05pm: Santorum will totally win the New Hampshire primary, assuming they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7412347134897601358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7412347134897601358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7412347134897601358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7412347134897601358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-saturday-night-when-everyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7358341311883975834</id><published>2011-10-06T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:04:27.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a song about people we hate.  HATE. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7358341311883975834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7358341311883975834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7358341311883975834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7358341311883975834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-song-about-people-we-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vnaioZ33Ex0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5146969102827993011</id><published>2011-09-28T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:12:34.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are single or married, you should watch this.  If you are not single or married, you should write me a letter because I do not understand how that works. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5146969102827993011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5146969102827993011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5146969102827993011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5146969102827993011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-are-single-or-married-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bsVCZkpFBbc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5898694612057403625</id><published>2011-09-20T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:24:11.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5898694612057403625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5898694612057403625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5898694612057403625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5898694612057403625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QOSyk0MsCUQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8648840396716485179</id><published>2009-12-11T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:30:22.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beer and Blogging, that is how I shall spend my Friday night.'Twas supposed to be spent Fun and Partying, but as that they are not alliterative, God decided to make my car not start.  I had no idea God was such a fan of wordplay.It is all for the best, as I think about it.  I was supposed to go to a party in New Jersey.  Parties in New Jersey never end well.  Well, technically, I've never been to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8648840396716485179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8648840396716485179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8648840396716485179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8648840396716485179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/beer-and-blogging-that-is-how-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-473209620679949851</id><published>2009-11-24T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:24:50.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A brief quiz:   A young Croatian man is gleefully masturbating whilst choking himself with a scarf. His unsuspecting mother walks in just before he, ahem, finishes.  Does he:a) Scream, blush, and prepare for the most awkward Thanksgiving dinner conversation ever;b) Explain his position by informing her that while his neck was very cold indeed, his penis was, in fact, quite warm and thus needed to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/473209620679949851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=473209620679949851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/473209620679949851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/473209620679949851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/brief-quiz-young-croatian-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8605218121554915483</id><published>2009-11-19T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:00:07.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear.  It's weird to feel that you owe a bunch of people that you've never met an explanation but, well, here we are.Well, here I am at least.  You might be somewhere else.  In fact, now that I think about it, you are definitely somewhere else.  If you were here, I probably would have washed my hair today so as to continue the long-held misconception that I have "nice hair."  We can't let the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8605218121554915483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8605218121554915483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8605218121554915483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8605218121554915483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7345077362177650659</id><published>2009-11-18T11:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:10:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	 FACT 1:  Everybody has a sex tape nowadays.  If you are a celebrity and you do not yet have a sex tape, you are clearly either a nun or Bob Barker.  Maybe both, in which case I anticipate the best revival ever  of “The Sound of Music.”    FACT 2:  Even with the current influx, the entertainment media is still expected to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7345077362177650659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7345077362177650659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7345077362177650659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7345077362177650659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/fact-1-everybodys-got-sex-tape-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8482254819842309167</id><published>2009-04-17T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:09:44.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(The following is a cover letter I wrote in response to an ad for "Comedy Writer (female)---full time position includes benefits."  Sadly by the time I wrote the cover letter, the ad had been removed.  So someone else will be getting these benefits.)Dear Potential 401(k) Providers--I might be just what you're looking for.  Not only am I a comedy writer, but I am also a girl.  With menstruation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8482254819842309167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8482254819842309167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8482254819842309167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8482254819842309167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/following-is-cover-letter-i-wrote-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3507323780090053052</id><published>2009-02-18T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:18:07.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would be cast in a national tour of a Broadway musical right now if I were taller.  Oh, and blonder.  And older.  Also, if I were an entirely different person.I mean, I'm pretty sure that's what they were saying. They thought I was good.  Very VERY good, they said.  But I was me and they wanted not-me.   They wanted tall-blonde-old-Jill-Twiss who is, frankly, not Jill Twiss at all.Even if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3507323780090053052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3507323780090053052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3507323780090053052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3507323780090053052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-would-be-cast-in-national-tour-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4293723039051737113</id><published>2009-02-13T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:21:56.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I learned from Katy Newton that "jumping jacks" are called "star jumps" in the U.K.I think I shall start my own brand of English-English dictionaries.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4293723039051737113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4293723039051737113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4293723039051737113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4293723039051737113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-learned-from-katy-newton-that-jumping.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7713723250108269507</id><published>2009-02-05T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:54:33.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been coming for a while, friends:  Here's the post where you figure out that I don't know anything about computery or internety things.  Added, of course, to the long list of OTHER things that I don't know, like "how to make soup" or "the square root of my nose."You see, in my world, people talk about bloggy things all the time and I nod enthusiastically and smile appreciatively and have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7713723250108269507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7713723250108269507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7713723250108269507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7713723250108269507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-coming-for-while-friends-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STqDHXoaVbg/SYvhKPYuimI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UrTz5awjgoM/s72-c/DSCN0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8165513975760816699</id><published>2009-02-02T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:33:23.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Suzy is putting on a show next weekend.  It is in St. Paul, Minnesota.  Or Minneapolis, Minnesota depending on what the kids are calling it nowadays.Now I know that most of you don't LIVE in St. MinneaPaulis (as I just decided I shall call it from now till eternity or Thursday.)  But some of you might very well live there.  In fact, I *know* some of you live there because my sitemeter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8165513975760816699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8165513975760816699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8165513975760816699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8165513975760816699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-suzy-is-putting-on-show-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-992333833244653744</id><published>2009-01-29T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:46:40.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Floor-Fixers,I was surprised when the office at my apartment building announced that you were coming to fix my boiling hot floors.  I was also concerned when the words "several days," "jackhammering concrete in your kitchen," and "don't worry, we'll put boards over the holes so you can walk" were mentioned.But, let's be honest, here are things I was most concerned with:1) The fact that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/992333833244653744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=992333833244653744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/992333833244653744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/992333833244653744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-floor-fixers-i-was-surprised-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8632545618411922597</id><published>2009-01-25T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:32:34.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems that I, in a case of horrible misspeaking, told my audience last night that I think 8 year olds are "hot."Which I don't.On the other hand, if they WERE, that would be an awesome hit show for Fox."Are You Hotter Than a Third Grader?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8632545618411922597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8632545618411922597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8632545618411922597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8632545618411922597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-seems-that-i-in-case-of-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3377013018628112284</id><published>2009-01-21T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:16:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are, I think, lots of good reasons for a person not writing in her blog for weeks and weeks and weeks.  Most of them involve either having a terrible illness or else being eaten by a whale (Jonah NEVER updated his blog, but God didn't complain even once.)Me?  Oh, I'm not sick or inside a whale at all.  Frankly, I don't even like fish.No, for me it's more like not calling someone back.  At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3377013018628112284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3377013018628112284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3377013018628112284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3377013018628112284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-i-think-lots-of-good-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1794389574309359632</id><published>2009-01-05T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:49:27.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Were At My Sweet 16 Birthday Party:1) Cake2) Ice cream3) A recording of "Phantom of the Opera"4) 10 friendsThings That Were At My Student's Sweet 16 Birthday Party:1) Cupcakes2) Ice cream3) Dancing transvestites4) Ice sculptures of Buddha5) 400 people6) Gloria Gainor singing "I Will Survive" (for realsies)These times, they are a'changin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1794389574309359632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1794389574309359632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1794389574309359632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1794389574309359632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-were-at-my-sweet-16.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5223823167696058647</id><published>2008-12-21T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:48:11.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in 1628, before there were computers or I-pods or sarcasm, people could hardly imagine the miracle that is flight.  Even by using every single part of their brain, they could not envision the fact that a girl named Jill Twiss can now, in 2008, get from New York City to Custer, South Dakota in ONLY TWENTY-ONE HOURS.Yes, that's true folks.  Due to miraculous technological innovations, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5223823167696058647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5223823167696058647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5223823167696058647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5223823167696058647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-1628-before-there-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2912246127551821615</id><published>2008-12-16T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:54:24.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I Want For Christmas:1) A dishonest maid. I've thought about this, and I've decided that I so desperately want someone else to clean my apartment, that I wouldn't even mind if it was the kind of person that stole stuff.  In fact, it might be better if they stole stuff.  That would mean less stuff to be cleaned.  A certain win-win.Unless she stole cleaning products.2) Opera lessons for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2912246127551821615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2912246127551821615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2912246127551821615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2912246127551821615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-i-want-for-christmas-1-dishonest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4654219245078211891</id><published>2008-12-06T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:03:52.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just learned that dynamite is made from peanuts.Is this a thing that everybody knew and no one wanted to tell me? Were all my friends sitting around at parties discussing the peanut-dynamite phenomenon but becoming awkwardly silent the second I walked into the room?"Don't tell Jill about the dynamite," they would whisper. "And the peanuts. She can't take it. It will BLOW HER MIND!!!"(pun not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4654219245078211891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4654219245078211891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4654219245078211891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4654219245078211891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-learned-dynamite-is-made-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-221353949043582572</id><published>2008-12-03T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:40:26.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess who has a new computer?John McCain was a good guess. I'll give you that.But no, the slightly-more-correct answer is me. Jill Jessica Twiss. The girl who, just a few short days ago, did NOT have a computer. At least not one that did things.No wait. That's not fair. My old computer did do things. It held drinks in an upright position without spilling them even once. It took up space on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/221353949043582572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=221353949043582572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/221353949043582572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/221353949043582572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-who-has-new-computer-john-mccain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3050061241425642008</id><published>2008-11-12T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:15:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Sigh.....computer still broken.  Actually dead now, not just broken.  So I have to buy a NEW computer and I'm TERRIBLE at buying anything where there are more than two choices.  So it's taking weeks.  And I'm not blogging.  It's possible that this makes me a bad person.  However, here is a little something.  I know it's not much.)The U.S. Senate race in Minnesota is tight.  So tight that, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3050061241425642008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3050061241425642008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3050061241425642008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3050061241425642008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1717922818298202110</id><published>2008-10-28T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:43:10.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>File this under "Things That Make Me Want To Stab Myself In The Head."Remember A.I.G.?  They're the insurance company that was in such dire straits that we had to loan them over $100 billion in taxpayer funds so they wouldn't go bankrupt.  You know, because if we didn't give them that money (and forgive me if I'm not getting the technical financial terminology right), America would explode.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1717922818298202110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1717922818298202110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1717922818298202110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1717922818298202110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/file-this-under-things-that-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-143976599138472151</id><published>2008-10-15T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:56:19.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before the debate, can we just get one thing out of the way?  The candidates love America.  Seriously, they LOVE it.  Our presidential candidates love America almost as much as they support the troops which, as they make abundantly clear about thirty-seven thousand times a day, is a LOT.They love America so much that if one of the debate questions tonight is, "If you love America so much, why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/143976599138472151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=143976599138472151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/143976599138472151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/143976599138472151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-debate-can-we-just-get-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3737307453373788123</id><published>2008-10-15T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:54:12.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vice President Dick Cheney is taken to the hospital for irregular heartbeats on the very same day that former First Lady, Nancy Reagan is hospitalized for a broken pelvis.Coincidence?  Or the painful aftermath of wild geriatric Republican sex.You be the judge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3737307453373788123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3737307453373788123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3737307453373788123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3737307453373788123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/vice-president-dick-cheney-is-taken-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2569360392483069998</id><published>2008-10-14T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:59:57.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This time it's not my fault.Usually when I don't write in my blog its because I'm lazy or I've run out of ideas or there is an "Iron Chef" marathon on the Food Network.But this time it's because my computer is broken.  It won't even turn on.  It just sits, staring at me sadly, having been demoted from the position of "Most Important Machine in Jill's Life" to "Excellent Place to Set Drinks."So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2569360392483069998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2569360392483069998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2569360392483069998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2569360392483069998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-time-its-not-my-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6103832156475809312</id><published>2008-09-26T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:17:46.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LETTER TO TWENTY-MINUTES-AGO-JILL-TWISS:Dear TMAJT,Here is a thing I would not do if I were you (which I am.  Or, rather, I was.  Twenty minutes ago.  Now I am an entirely different person, vastly more mature and with the sort of insight that only comes with age):Whilst baiting a mousetrap with an eensy little piece of cheese,  I would probably avoid leaving the GIANT REMAINING PIECE OF CHEESE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6103832156475809312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6103832156475809312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6103832156475809312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6103832156475809312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-twenty-minutes-ago-jill-twiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-730091931483998893</id><published>2008-09-25T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:35:14.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read an article that said that several football players are donating their brains to science.This makes a lot of sense to me.Like my mother always said when I was deciding which clothes to give to the Salvation Army, "If you haven't used it for at least a year, go ahead and donate it."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/730091931483998893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=730091931483998893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/730091931483998893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/730091931483998893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-read-article-that-said-that-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2316464667236934223</id><published>2008-09-21T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:38:40.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked by a No Trespassing sign today that had the following warning:Violators Will Be Prosecuted to the Full Extent of the LawThe mere existence of this sign means that someone, somewhere, only wants to prosecute criminals to the partial extent of the law:  "Oh no, your honor.  We're not interested in the death penalty.  Could you just maim him a little?"Or, "You have the right to remain."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2316464667236934223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2316464667236934223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2316464667236934223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2316464667236934223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-walked-by-no-trespassing-sign-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6622933201566305633</id><published>2008-09-18T13:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:01:36.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear People-Who-Know-Stuff,There is a MOUSE in my apartment.He is gray and small and cute as a (mouse-shaped) button.  He has adorable little whiskers and can scrunch and wrinkle his nose with the best of them.  I don't even think he runs, so much as skedaddles.Adorable.And, just to be clear, if I were to meet him in a coloring book or a Disney cartoon or a strange song about stabbing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6622933201566305633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6622933201566305633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6622933201566305633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6622933201566305633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-people-who-know-stuff-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6052731684611859363</id><published>2008-09-08T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:06:13.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How NOT to Get Cast in a Children's Theatre Showby Jill "Still Tactful" TwissCasting director:  So Jill, do you have any questions about the show?Jill:  I do.  Is there nudity?CD:  Errrrr......Jill, this is a show for children.Jill: Oh I know. So is there nudity?CD:  No.Jill:  But you're still in rewrites, right?CD:  Well, yes.Jill: Awesome.Some people have no sense of humor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6052731684611859363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6052731684611859363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6052731684611859363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6052731684611859363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-not-to-get-cast-in-childrens.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4237523919488471659</id><published>2008-09-05T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:18:37.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stop the presses!Errrr.....if you have presses, that is.I mean, don't go out and GET presses just so you can stop them.  Because you'll probably never use them again.  And then you'll be stuck with presses taking up space in your closet for months and months until you finally put an ad on Craigslist for "Gently Used Presses--Only Stopped Once" and it will be all my fault.ANYWAY.  All I'm saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4237523919488471659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4237523919488471659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4237523919488471659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4237523919488471659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-presses-errrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8689041831588616296</id><published>2008-08-30T05:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:52:07.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have too much of a problem with the fact that one of our vice-presidential candidates has only a year and a half of experience as the governor of a fairly unpopulated state.I don't even really have a problem with the fact that her husband works for the oil companies in a time when our country should be searching for alternative energy.And I have no problem at all with the fact that her 17</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8689041831588616296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8689041831588616296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8689041831588616296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8689041831588616296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-have-too-much-of-problem-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4747151578043489805</id><published>2008-08-25T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:08:51.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE:by Jill "Tactful" TwissHere is a thing I know from Miss Manners: When introducing someone to a different someone, you should do it by presenting an interesting fact about each of the someones.    For example:"Jenny, this is Bill.  He is an architect and an avid birdwatcher.""And Bill, this is Jenny.  Jenny invented toast and is known for her wild antics at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4747151578043489805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4747151578043489805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4747151578043489805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4747151578043489805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-win-friends-and-influence-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3973695015410953637</id><published>2008-08-25T02:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:39:20.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A strange fact:I am neither a stripper nor a drag queen, and yet I just found a sequin in my navel.Curious.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3973695015410953637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3973695015410953637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3973695015410953637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3973695015410953637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/08/strange-fact-i-am-neither-stripper-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8934782453756242777</id><published>2008-08-22T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:40:01.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mean, I know you'll never believe anything I say after my last post......But today's my birthday.  For realsies.I won't tell you how old I am.But the Olympic committee insists that I'm at least sixteen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8934782453756242777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8934782453756242777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8934782453756242777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8934782453756242777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-mean-i-know-youll-never-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5754931069137453459</id><published>2008-08-19T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:03:12.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've done a bad thing.  A bad, bad thing.  Seriously.  Bad.I lied to a CHILD.I'm pretty sure that, next to kicking puppies or watching four episodes of "Gossip Girl," lying to children is about the worst thing you can do. Now to be fair, I didn't mean to lie to this child.  It was purely accidental and my intentions were good.  But you know what they say, "The road to hell is paved with reasons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5754931069137453459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5754931069137453459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5754931069137453459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5754931069137453459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-done-bad-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8888586017553296164</id><published>2008-07-22T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:32:22.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one that hopes that High School Musical 4 is set at Columbine?I thought so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8888586017553296164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8888586017553296164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8888586017553296164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8888586017553296164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-only-one-that-hopes-that-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8097086341688692936</id><published>2008-07-17T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:20:28.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm obsessed with grammar and my friends know it.When they really want to irritate me, my friends will say things like, "Between you and me...." or "Him and I went to the store" and then laugh and laugh.So I really shouldn't have been surprised, then, when my friend John came up to me yesterday and said, "Hey Jill.  Just so you know, my favorite band is The Whom."Sigh....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8097086341688692936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8097086341688692936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8097086341688692936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8097086341688692936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-obsessed-with-grammar-and-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1810755531902714484</id><published>2008-07-11T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:01:47.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to write a sequel to Everyone Poops entitled, You're The Only One Who Poops.Then I'd give it to little paranoid children and tell them that the publisher only printed one copy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1810755531902714484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1810755531902714484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1810755531902714484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1810755531902714484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-would-like-to-write-sequel-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-790597866501865360</id><published>2008-07-03T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:35:25.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's possible that I have strep throat.  Or perhaps the bronchitis has returned.My money's on SARS.The good news is that I've discovered Chloraseptic which numbs my entire throat whilst I sing onstage.The bad news is, they don't have Chloraseptic for the soul.I've checked.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/790597866501865360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=790597866501865360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/790597866501865360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/790597866501865360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-possible-that-i-have-strep-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1691005252328559889</id><published>2008-06-25T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:09:48.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I'm in the chorus of a musical, I secretly dream of playing the leading role (and by "sometimes," I mean "always.") I say things to myself like, "If *I* were playing that part, I would sing better/get more laughs/do it in Pig Latin/take off my pants,"  and I lament the fact that the world will never see my brilliance because the director didn't have the good sense to cast me as the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1691005252328559889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1691005252328559889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1691005252328559889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1691005252328559889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-when-im-in-chorus-of-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5523300611829007176</id><published>2008-05-29T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:33:59.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overheard today:"I mean it's not that I'm a vegetarian.  I just don't eat meat."I can only assume that she's also not a procrastinator; she just puts things off.Oh, and she's not a waitress.  She just serves food to people at strategically placed tables in hopes that they will give her tips.People are exhausting.(You and I are both aware that I haven't been writing much lately, right friends?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5523300611829007176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5523300611829007176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5523300611829007176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5523300611829007176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/05/overheard-today-i-mean-its-not-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3935191534815486378</id><published>2008-05-17T00:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:45:05.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a stupid girl says something idiotic in the woods, and no one is around to blog about it sarcastically, will karma still cause her to get hit by a bus ?I only ask because I overheard this whilst in an elevator the other day:"Yeah, so my teacher was talking about, like, how they're really poor in India and how even the kids have to work an do really hard labor....""...And, of course, I totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3935191534815486378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3935191534815486378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3935191534815486378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3935191534815486378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-stupid-girl-says-something-idiotic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4296845175566962013</id><published>2008-05-02T01:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:02:23.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a hug.No, nothing's wrong.  I'm FINE.It's just that sometimes, well, when you haven't dated anyone in a while....(I just mean hypothetically, of course.  Me? Oh, I date constantly.  And hug right and left.  It's really remarkable that I don't chafe from all the hugging.")...well, anyway, IF you haven't dated in a while, it's possible that you could be suffering from lack of hugs.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4296845175566962013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4296845175566962013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4296845175566962013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4296845175566962013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-419646409545769744</id><published>2008-04-28T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:00:29.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>According to this, the state legislature in Florida is considering manufacturing Christian license plates.  The plates will have a cross, a stained glass window, and the words, "I Believe.""Hi Church?  I'd like to introduce you to my friend, State.""State, I want you to meet Church.""I have a feeling you two will be spending a lot of time together."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/419646409545769744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=419646409545769744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/419646409545769744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/419646409545769744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/04/according-to-this-state-legislature-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5597414318393454951</id><published>2008-04-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:28:26.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My local supermarket is having a sale:  Buy Three, Get One Free.....on Mother's Day cards.That may be the clearest statement about our society that I've heard in a long time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5597414318393454951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5597414318393454951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5597414318393454951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5597414318393454951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-local-supermarket-is-having-sale-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2352653177683925194</id><published>2008-04-15T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:55:19.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A real-life excerpt from the sheriff's log of my hometown newspaper, The Custer Chronicle:April 3  2:17pm:An anonymous male called to report that "some fellows over at the basketball court need straightening out."   A deputy checked the Custer basketball court, but found no one who seemed to need any straightening.I am riveted by this account.  It leaves so many unanswered questions.  Here's how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2352653177683925194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2352653177683925194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2352653177683925194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2352653177683925194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-life-excerpt-from-sheriffs-log-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3750850953588859899</id><published>2008-04-04T01:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:36:22.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google thinks I'm a terrible person.See, every once in a while, I write jokes for this other website.  The website forces me to title those jokes, which I do by describing the topic of the joke at hand.   Google then uses those titles, along with my name, to file the jokes in a splendidly orderish manner onto the interweb.Genius.Well, except that I discovered THIS title whilst googling myself the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3750850953588859899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3750850953588859899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3750850953588859899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3750850953588859899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/04/google-thinks-im-terrible-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2497549910162669401</id><published>2008-03-31T01:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:40:59.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recap: When we last left Jill's dad, he had just shared with the family his decision to walk across South Dakota.   The state.It's hard, I think, to pinpoint exactly where the crazy starts.It's not just the fact that my father walked across South Dakota.  It's more the fact that he walked across South Dakota for no reason.No no.  That's not quite right.  It's not just the fact that he walked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2497549910162669401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2497549910162669401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2497549910162669401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2497549910162669401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/recap-when-we-last-left-jills-dad-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-9115532074235746199</id><published>2008-03-26T03:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T03:25:01.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I learned today:1)  When a dentist is so confident in his abilities that he watches Good Morning America whilst performing a root canal on your tooth, there is a good chance you're going to end up in pain.2)  Even if you have the best comedy set EVER, if you are performing at a gay club, a drag queen singing "I Will Survive" will always get more applause than you.3) Glitter is hard to wash</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9115532074235746199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=9115532074235746199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9115532074235746199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9115532074235746199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-learned-today-1-when-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2735850803678836319</id><published>2008-03-24T00:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:08:01.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just joined a new gym.Not surprisingly, I have concerns:1)  When I signed up for the gym, I got a free t-shirt.   The lady at the desk informed me that the t-shirts only come in extra large.That, I think, does not bode well for the effectiveness of the gym.2)  The gym has an entire row of handicapped parking at the front of the parking lot.  The gym itself is on the second floor.Who, I ask, are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2735850803678836319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2735850803678836319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2735850803678836319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2735850803678836319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-joined-new-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1059331367412858904</id><published>2008-03-18T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:52:01.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine being twenty-three years old, still under the illusion that your parents are sane, and receiving THIS phone call one Saturday morning:    Me:  Hello?            Dad:  Hey, it’s Dad.  I’m going to walk across South Dakota.Now let’s just pause here for a moment.  Let it sink in a little, if you will. South Dakota, for those of you that are unaware, is a state.  Of land, not of mind.    Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1059331367412858904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1059331367412858904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1059331367412858904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1059331367412858904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagine-being-twenty-three-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4178791348880686186</id><published>2008-03-17T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:01:03.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My voice teacher informed me today that I have beautiful hands and he thinks I should be a hand model.    Which, I suppose, tells you a lot about what he thinks of my singing….</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4178791348880686186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4178791348880686186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4178791348880686186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4178791348880686186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-voice-teacher-informed-me-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6823709380403730262</id><published>2008-03-13T01:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:32:51.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, late at night, I worry about underachieving kanga-babies.When they can't get a job after college, do they have to return to the pouch?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6823709380403730262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6823709380403730262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6823709380403730262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6823709380403730262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-worry-about-underachieving.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8395428322793307766</id><published>2008-03-10T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:09:08.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People Who Have Theorems:1) Pythagoras2) Descartes3) That girl from "The Wonder Years"**People Who Do Not Have Theorems:1) MePeople Who Want a Damn Theorem:1) MePossibilities I Am Considering for the Twiss Theorem:1)  IF Person A spends a lot to time with Person B,     AND Persons A and B get along splendidly,     AND Persons A and B seem to have a mutual attraction,     AND Person A is Jill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8395428322793307766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8395428322793307766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8395428322793307766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8395428322793307766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-who-have-theorems-1-pythagoras-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5422243473883809500</id><published>2008-03-06T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:46:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(This is an article I wrote months ago in response to this article.  I never posted it, because it seemed a little, well, whiny.  But the issue comes up again and again, so I thought I'd post the article here.   Oh, and the google part.  Not quite true anymore.  Score one for us.)  WHY MEN AREN’T FUNNYMen, as a gender, are not funny.    Please don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5422243473883809500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5422243473883809500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5422243473883809500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5422243473883809500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-article-i-wrote-months-ago-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6164445340715676569</id><published>2008-03-03T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:01:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Ohio kindergartener was suspended from school this week for having a Mowhawk haircut, which his mother claimed was the boy’s way of expressing his individuality.       Administrative officials responded by saying, “At our educational facilities, we prefer that students express their individuality through school-shootings.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6164445340715676569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6164445340715676569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6164445340715676569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6164445340715676569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/ohio-kindergartener-was-suspended-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7123196146440812910</id><published>2008-03-01T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:04:27.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My apartment floor is HOT.    I do not mean that in the complimentary way.  When you say, “Man, that girl is HOT,” you probably do not mean that she burns your feet if you don’t wear thick socks when you walk on her.  Or if you do mean that, then I would not like to know about it.    I have deduced two possible reasons for the hotness of my floor:    &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1)      &lt;!--[endif]--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7123196146440812910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7123196146440812910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7123196146440812910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7123196146440812910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-apartment-floor-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-617328163110601150</id><published>2008-02-26T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:30:16.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a scale of one to malaria, I'm feeling about a six-point-two right now.Thank you for asking.Which is, incidentally, significantly better than the eighteen-point-seven that I've been feeling for the past week. Luckily whilst having the flu (bird or otherwise), I have had time to contemplate the important things in life.  And what did I contemplate during those feverishly delusional icky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/617328163110601150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=617328163110601150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/617328163110601150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/617328163110601150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-scale-of-one-to-malaria-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-729409764230585666</id><published>2008-02-17T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:55:03.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The real problem with chess, I think, is the following:No matter how splendidly and brilliantly and awesomely you play--not even if you happen to be the best player ever EVER--still you never, even once, get to shout out "King me!"Tragic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/729409764230585666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=729409764230585666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/729409764230585666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/729409764230585666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-problem-with-chess-i-think-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2030158027632098098</id><published>2008-02-14T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:45:49.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certain people have an unfair bias against a little holiday that we celebrate around this time of year. It's a holiday that comes every February and, for some reason, it causes a lot of people to get all stressed out and grouchy.        I think you know the one I’m talking about....Yeah, it seems like all I hear lately is how Presidents’ Day has become so commercial.  How we should remember the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2030158027632098098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2030158027632098098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2030158027632098098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2030158027632098098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/certain-people-have-unfair-bias-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2875699126598163650</id><published>2008-02-12T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:33:34.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember Mickey Mouse's friend, Goofy? Well, according to this, Goofy's wife was named Mrs. Goofy.  His son was named Goofy Jr.My point?Perhaps George Foreman watched a lot of cartoons as a child.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2875699126598163650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2875699126598163650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2875699126598163650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2875699126598163650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-mickey-mouses-friend-goofy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1245093359551304196</id><published>2008-02-08T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:50:18.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My LCS Audition: (a short play:  by Jill Twiss)   Jill:  Blah blah blah joke.  Blah blah blah joke.  Blah  blah blah joke.  Blah blah blah joke.    Producer:  Jill, you know you're one of my favorites  right?   Jill:  Errrr....yes?   Producer:  I just think you're adorable.  I love you.  But  I thought your punch-lines were a lot stronger last year.   Jill:  That would be odd, since I'm telling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1245093359551304196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1245093359551304196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1245093359551304196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1245093359551304196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-lcs-audition-short-play-by-jill.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5148027147951299217</id><published>2008-02-07T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:54:17.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the flu.Thusly it is IDEAL that my Last Comic Standing audition is tomorrow morning.There was a time when "heroin-chic" was trendy.  I can only hope that this is the year where "looks-like-she-might-vomit" is hot.Wish me luck.Oh, who are we kidding?  Wish them luck.Because if they turn me down, I shall kiss them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5148027147951299217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5148027147951299217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5148027147951299217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5148027147951299217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8244158477791850934</id><published>2008-02-07T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:42:48.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I bet that, to his wife, Peter the Great was just Peter the Guy Who Never Picks Up His Socks.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8244158477791850934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8244158477791850934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8244158477791850934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8244158477791850934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-bet-that-to-his-wife-peter-great-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1801031450928530603</id><published>2008-02-04T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:15:30.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find watching football to be very stressful. You see, I have a fanatical tendency to root very strongly for one team.   And when I'm rooting for this team, all other thoughts fly by the wayside.  I can't eat.  I can't drink.  I yell at the television.  My body gets very very tense and I think that I will just break down in TEARS if this team doesn't win the game.  So which team is the object of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1801031450928530603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1801031450928530603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1801031450928530603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1801031450928530603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-find-watching-football-to-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4914897917141068949</id><published>2008-01-26T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:18:22.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a thing that I definitely would NOT say out loud to a somewhat pompous comedian whom I had just met:HIM:  You know what I hate?  I hate it when I have two shows in a night and I tell the same joke.  And the first crowd?  Well, they LOVE the joke.  But the second crowd?  They don't even laugh.  And I have to say, "What are you?  Fuckin' RETARDED?!?!"ME:  Have you considered the possibility</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4914897917141068949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4914897917141068949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4914897917141068949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4914897917141068949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-is-thing-that-i-definitely-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1229740937217747854</id><published>2008-01-18T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:58:54.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world has gone turvy-topsy, I'm convinced.But don't just take my word for it.  I suspect that if you were to take a poll of any random person on the street (homeless people included because they have, I assume, more time to consider the poll questions and also will probably answer whatever you want if you give them quarters,) that person would attest to the world's turviness.But what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1229740937217747854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1229740937217747854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1229740937217747854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1229740937217747854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-has-gone-turvy-topsy-im-convinced.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5138835098858817847</id><published>2008-01-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:49:59.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have an audition for a BROADWAY MUSICAL in the morning.I've never been called in for a Broadway show before, so this is very very exciting for me.Well, except for one thing.One eensy thing.  Bitsy really.See, my manager sent me the description of the character they called me in for.  The role the casting directors feel I'm PERFECT for.  I shall share an excerpt with you now:MONA:  Female.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5138835098858817847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5138835098858817847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5138835098858817847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5138835098858817847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-audition-for-broadway-musical-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-9147272324007096115</id><published>2008-01-14T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:23:29.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At a restaurant today, I ordered something they called Super Green Tea.Things that my Super Green Tea did not do:1) Fly2) Fight crime3) Change in a phone booth4) Make out with Kirsten DunstThings that my Super Green Tea did do:1) Burn my tongue2) Taste a little bit like fish</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9147272324007096115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=9147272324007096115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9147272324007096115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9147272324007096115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-restaurant-today-i-ordered-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3893091414839920971</id><published>2008-01-07T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:28:42.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read that Teddy Roosevelt was shot immediately before making a campaign speech in 1912.  But you know what?  He made the speech ANYWAY.  Before seeing a doctor, even.So that led me to today's topic: THINGS I WOULD FINISH IMMEDIATELY AFTER BEING SHOT AND BEFORE RECEIVING MEDICAL ATTENTION: 1) A Twix bar (just one.  Not both of them.  I am, after all, bleeding.  Oh, also the kind with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3893091414839920971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3893091414839920971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3893091414839920971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3893091414839920971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-read-that-teddy-roosevelt-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8216945280082234612</id><published>2007-12-28T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:05:47.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Karen, a splendid marine biologist, informed me of an important rule of working with sea creatures:RULE:  When working with seals, always assume they have herpes.I like to call it the "How Seals Are Like Actors" axiom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8216945280082234612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8216945280082234612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8216945280082234612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8216945280082234612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-friend-karen-splendid-marine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5868368268500957273</id><published>2007-12-28T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:58:42.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.It must be a little disconcerting to find out that there are people out there that are more you than you.I understand, though. There are days I feel sure that, if a casting director sent out a notice for a "Jill Twiss type," I might get a callback but I probably wouldn't get the part."Oh sure. You're Jill Twiss. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5868368268500957273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5868368268500957273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5868368268500957273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5868368268500957273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/charlie-chaplin-once-won-third-prize-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3294463065175596645</id><published>2007-12-11T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:25:35.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some guy in France wrote a one-hundred thirty page memoir entirely by blinking his left eye.I, on the other hand, cannot manage to consistently write two blog entries a week.With my fingers.And I realize that for you, my blog readers, 'tis probably a disappointment that I am a bit lazylike.  After all, with ten fairly good fingers, I should probably be churning out a brilliant blog entry, a novel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3294463065175596645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3294463065175596645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3294463065175596645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3294463065175596645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-guy-in-france-wrote-one-hundred.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3242374957282617336</id><published>2007-12-04T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:19:49.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After years of conflict with the Catholic Church, China ordained two Vatican-approved bishops this week.     Catholicism is a little different in China, in that the altar boys are less afraid of the molestation than the asbestos-laden toys they’ll be given to keep them quiet afterward.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3242374957282617336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3242374957282617336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3242374957282617336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3242374957282617336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-years-of-conflict-with-catholic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3938384785421627739</id><published>2007-12-03T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:27:49.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tutor standardized tests for a living.I was recently informed by a colleague that a woman had requested an SAT prep program for her FIVE YEAR OLD.Remember back in the day, when we'd abuse our children the old-fashioned way, by beating them?Ah, the good old days....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3938384785421627739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3938384785421627739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3938384785421627739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3938384785421627739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-tutor-standardized-tests-for-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4703511217261671989</id><published>2007-11-29T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:49:38.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was on jury duty this week.  'Twas a drunk driving trial.At one point, the well-dressed but too-smooth for-me-to-not-hate-him attorney said, "Now ladies and gentlemen, why don't we all pretend we're at a baseball game.  Since we all have different seats at the stadium, isn't it possible that we would each have a difference perspective on the baseball game?"He used this analogy, I assume, as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4703511217261671989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4703511217261671989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4703511217261671989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4703511217261671989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-on-jury-duty-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1447568291906619909</id><published>2007-11-22T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:03:05.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Conversation With My Grandmother:Her:  How's work going?Me:  It's good.  Well, actually I'm mostly doing stand-up comedy nowadays.Her:  Really?  That surprises me.Me:  Yeah, I was surprised when I started too.  I mean, I never thought I'd have the nerve to actually get up there and try it.Her:  No, that's not it. Me:  Oh.Her:  Really, I just never thought you were funny.Me:  Sigh....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1447568291906619909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1447568291906619909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1447568291906619909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1447568291906619909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversation-with-my-grandmother-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4213932062674787619</id><published>2007-11-18T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:50:34.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot about kangaroos.Well, not a LOT.  Probably not more than say....twenty minutes.  Which is not, in the context of the history of my life, a lot.  But when you compare it to how much I've ever thought about kangaroos before, well, it's quite lengthy.I think it's the hopping and the pouch that I just can't get past.And the kangababies.And the jostling.I read here that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4213932062674787619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4213932062674787619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4213932062674787619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4213932062674787619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-thinking-lot-about-kangaroos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7928354664108627118</id><published>2007-11-15T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:33:41.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was not prepared for this headline when I woke up this morning.79 YEAR OLD ROMAN-CATHOLIC NUN PLEADS NO CONTEST IN SEX ABUSE CASEI'm alarmed.  Just to be clear.  Here's what doesn't alarm me about this headline:1) Her seventy-nine-ness2) That Roman-Catholics have sex3) That the plea was "no contest."  I think that that, in any respectable American court, if someone suggested that we hold a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7928354664108627118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7928354664108627118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7928354664108627118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7928354664108627118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-not-prepared-for-this-headline.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-593325812159035898</id><published>2007-11-13T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:56:28.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Think You Should Consider Poaching Eggs Instead of Elephants:1) Elephants have long memories.  Eggs?  Very short.  Almost as short as goldfish, I'm pretty sure.  So if you poach them, they're far less likely to come after you later, angrily tossing peanuts at your head.2) You can put poached eggs on toast.  You could even cut a little hole in the bread and call it "Toad in a Hole." Poached </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/593325812159035898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=593325812159035898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/593325812159035898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/593325812159035898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-think-you-should-consider.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5676425020694279719</id><published>2007-11-08T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:23:15.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had someone kicked out of a comedy club the other night.  'Twas a new-and-different experience for me.You see, friends, I thought I had him kicked out of the club because he was a drunken asshole, screaming incoherently at the top of his lungs throughout my (stellar) comedy set.But in reality, I had him kicked out because he was Jewish.I am aware of this fact because that was the statement he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5676425020694279719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5676425020694279719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5676425020694279719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5676425020694279719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-someone-kicked-out-of-comedy-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8018052261903028045</id><published>2007-11-06T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:41:12.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of life's most important lessons are learned whilst eavesdropping on other people's conversations.  At least I imagine that's true.  Otherwise I am merely nosy.Just last week I learned a vital lesson about love.Lessons.  Love.  And legs.Lady 1:  You know, my first husband was really the love of my life.Lady 2:  Then why aren't you still together?Lady 1:  He hated my legs.  I have big, fat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8018052261903028045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8018052261903028045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8018052261903028045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8018052261903028045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-of-lifes-most-important-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8096159794845052802</id><published>2007-10-28T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:15:11.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Cleaning-Lady-At-My-Gym,First of all, good job! Seriously, the gym is really clean.  I have never once, in my thrice-weekly trips to the gym,  found a weight covered in mud or sat down in a pile of dirt.  That is a credit to you, my friend.So you'll forgive me if I ask a stupid and please-don't-take-this-the-wrong-way question: Is it really, truly necessary for you to wash the treadmill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8096159794845052802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8096159794845052802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8096159794845052802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8096159794845052802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-cleaning-lady-at-my-gym-first-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-9035178208457146497</id><published>2007-10-19T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:29:52.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINGS:Today I saw a crossing guard wearing stiletto heels.This means that somewhere in America right now, there is a stripper wearing crocs.______________________________Reading the newspaper is depressing.  Here is a fun game that helps:Every time you see the term "nuclear war" in print, replace it in your head with the term, "toga party."Voila!______________________________The U.S. Treasury </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9035178208457146497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=9035178208457146497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9035178208457146497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/9035178208457146497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-today-i-saw-crossing-guard.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-533404787173595054</id><published>2007-10-18T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:13:38.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A thing I have learned about me:             There are very few things in the world that I care about enough to write about them in capital letters.And I am a firm believer that nothing short of nuclear war or free cookies demands more than one exclamation point.So the point, and I think there is one, is that if your online dating profile says, “I LOVE WALKS ON THE BEACH!!!!”, I can say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/533404787173595054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=533404787173595054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/533404787173595054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/533404787173595054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/thing-i-have-learned-about-me-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7416011755915697353</id><published>2007-10-14T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:44:50.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMEDY SHOW SNIPPETS:ME:  Hey guys, where are you from?COLLEGE STUDENTS:  University of Miami in Ohio.ME:  Ohio?GOCS:  Yeah.  They call it "The Harvard of Ohio."ME:  Oh.  I guess Harvard calls itself "The Harvard of Everywhere Else."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7416011755915697353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7416011755915697353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7416011755915697353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7416011755915697353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/comedy-show-snippets-me-hey-guys-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-2281644136720061661</id><published>2007-10-08T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:59:09.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN OPEN LETTER TO THE CEO OF STARBURST FRUIT CHEWS:Dear Sir or Ma'am,I don't generally write letters (open or otherwise) to CEOs of companies.  I am quite a busy girl.  Just ask my blog readers who, if they were reading this, would say, "Hey Jill, how do you have TIME to write LETTERS to freakin' CEOs when you're only writing blog entries like once a WEEK and they're not even very GOOD?  Huh? We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2281644136720061661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=2281644136720061661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2281644136720061661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/2281644136720061661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-letter-to-ceo-of-starburst-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5171515384352028805</id><published>2007-10-01T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:57:41.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's sort of hard to explain, really.See, there was this company called Signature Days that was going to take me whitewater rafting.  In a bouncy raft.  With helmets(I saw the pictures.  There are helmets.)Why would they do this?  Well, they are a company that makes dreams come true and my dream was to go whitewater rafting.(Ok, that's not exactly true.  MY dream was to have fairies come down and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5171515384352028805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5171515384352028805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5171515384352028805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5171515384352028805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-sort-of-hard-to-explain-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-7154992404502278767</id><published>2007-09-29T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:21:58.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm rereading Wuthering Heights and I just have one question:What's "wuthering"? I mean, Heights.....do they wuther?ME:  Hey Heights, it's good to see you.HEIGHTS:  You too, Jill.  It's been a while.  What have you been up to?ME:  Oh, the usual.  Work.  Doing comedy.  How about you?HEIGHTS:  Me?  Well, mostly I've just been wuthering.  It's up to like six hours a day now.  The wife hates it.  She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7154992404502278767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=7154992404502278767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7154992404502278767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/7154992404502278767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-rereading-wuthering-heights-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-5608764701990970647</id><published>2007-09-27T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:22:54.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've figured it out, chums.The problem, that is.   The one I have with going to the gym.If I wash my dishes, you know what I have the next day?  Fewer dishes to wash.  If I spend an hour picking up clothes off my floor, what do I get?  Fewer clothes to pick up.  If I mop my floor, what happens?  I have a floor that doesn't need mopping anymore.(Keep in mind, this scenario is purely hypothetical.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5608764701990970647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=5608764701990970647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5608764701990970647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/5608764701990970647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-figured-it-out-chums.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4717340627188333824</id><published>2007-09-24T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:11:27.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The President of Iran, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is currently visiting New York City.(Who wouldn't want a visit from a guy whose name sounds a little bit like falling down the stairs?)Yay-and-sparkle-hands for us!While he is here, I would like to show him around.I think I'll take him to see the Empire State Building  and then a matinée of "The Lion King."  Yes.  We'll go to the Central Park Zoo and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4717340627188333824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4717340627188333824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4717340627188333824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4717340627188333824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/president-of-iran-mahmoud-ahmadinejad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6588143796058117808</id><published>2007-09-18T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:18:40.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you think Mr. Heimlich is mad that he doesn't get royalties every time someone chokes?I need to create a maneuver.  And how!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6588143796058117808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6588143796058117808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6588143796058117808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6588143796058117808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-think-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-6642314518207520741</id><published>2007-09-17T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:04:58.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick!  Help!I have completely lost my voice  (I know, I know, it's always the last place you look for it.)Problem is, I just got called for a big commercial audition in two hours.If anybody reads this in the next two hours and has secret get-back-your-voice remedies, please comment.Yes, do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6642314518207520741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=6642314518207520741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6642314518207520741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/6642314518207520741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/quick-help-i-have-completely-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-8597446684269025951</id><published>2007-09-13T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:52:47.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I overheard that make me want to stop listening in on my co-workers' conversations:"What!?!?  How did I *not* know the Spice Girls have a concert coming up!??!"I might have to get a new job.(Chums, I went straight from busy to sick.  I'm pretty sure I have SARS again.  But I'll back soon.  In spades.)(I never understood that saying.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8597446684269025951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=8597446684269025951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8597446684269025951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/8597446684269025951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-i-overheard-that-make-me-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-1555131399215222473</id><published>2007-09-11T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:13:47.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh.....I seem to have tripped and fallen into a giant pit of too-many-things-to-do-in-a-short-period-of-time.I'll claw my way out soon; I promise.  Maybe tomorrow.  Or Halloween. When's Flag Day?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1555131399215222473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=1555131399215222473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1555131399215222473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/1555131399215222473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-3887333875858688620</id><published>2007-09-03T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:51:10.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have spent the last week or so with your head in a bucket then you may not be properly up to date on all the exciting news that has happened in our great country this week (also, depending on how long your head was actually IN the bucket, it may actually have become bucket-shaped.)Lucky for you, chums, you have me---a girl who was chosen by her high school graduating class as "The Girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3887333875858688620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=3887333875858688620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3887333875858688620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/3887333875858688620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-have-spent-last-week-or-so-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390369.post-4360612163365630591</id><published>2007-08-30T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:06:11.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rejected.By a comedy club, to boot.They liked me, but they didn't like like me.They want to see other comedians.It's not me, it's them.As for me?  Well, I think I may have sprained my heart.Don't worry, it's not broken.  I just need to stay off it for a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4360612163365630591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390369&amp;postID=4360612163365630591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4360612163365630591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390369/posts/default/4360612163365630591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jilltwiss.blogspot.com/2007/08/rejected.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16251063519972056515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.gwtc.net/~jtwiss/jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
