<?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-1858106474214524828</id><updated>2011-12-06T06:27:04.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Addi</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple Answers to Your Complex Questions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-3193106660283449544</id><published>2008-12-21T18:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:36:51.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a spoonful of ginseng?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;John in Georgia asks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did we find out which natural medicines worked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Trial and error mostly. Long before animals were used in scientifically controlled lab experiments our ancesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;rs were forced to use other humans to discover if something was good or bad for us. The only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; to find out if a particular plant had a curative effect was for the medicine man to persuade the tribe idiot into eating it. If it cured an ailment it was good. If it killed him it wasn’t so good, and duly noted to avoid that plant next time around. Over the centuries thousands of perfectly good village idiots died for the betterment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;So next time you swallow a herb like catuaba to help “raise the flagpole”, take just a second to salute all  th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;e prior guinea pigs that paved the way to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; this vital knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SU7N7yZK0qI/AAAAAAAAAK4/smeMVnGq4Tw/s320/hemlock.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282385839975486114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-3193106660283449544?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3193106660283449544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=3193106660283449544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/3193106660283449544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/3193106660283449544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-spoonful-of-ginseng.html' title='Just a spoonful of ginseng?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SU7N7yZK0qI/AAAAAAAAAK4/smeMVnGq4Tw/s72-c/hemlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-4043452511783303733</id><published>2008-12-19T09:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:34:22.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go bump in the night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ben in Idaho asks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is it okay to squish unwanted house critters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you're accosted by a rabid cockroach, or an Australian Death Adder without provocation then it's perfectly acceptable to do them in, or at the very least throw a stern look of disapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;roval their wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;y. Allowing them to have the run of the house can only lead to no good, especially if you sense they're just itching to get into your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are exceptions to this however as sometimes the presence of non-domesticated animals can be beneficial. For instance if a really annoying relative is overdoing their stay you can shoo a venomous spider or scorpion i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nto their bedroom. Some animals will deter other varmints from making your house their home as well. If you're fortunate enough to have a Giant Pacific Octopus inhabit your den then you'll sleep better knowing you'll never have to call the local cockle exterminator. Plus they generally only hunt at night, so you most like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ly wouldn't even know it's there...except for having to occasionally clean ink stains and crustacean shells out of the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SUu0SlJVyLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_OCjRab0PCg/s320/cockroach.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513219323971762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-4043452511783303733?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4043452511783303733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=4043452511783303733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/4043452511783303733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/4043452511783303733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things that go bump in the night?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SUu0SlJVyLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_OCjRab0PCg/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8287332839451919597</id><published>2008-07-04T08:30:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:54:45.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on empty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ronnie in Oklahoma asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Why are there so many people running amok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To some it's a sign of the end times and the biblical prophecy in the book of Matthew coming to fruition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and bodies will be running amok all willy-nilly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Regardless of one's religious beliefs there's no denying running around aimlessly in a general state of panic is on the rise. Whether it's just a passing fad or not is hard to say, but amok runs are gaining in popularity all across the country, even though there's no official start or finish line, no preset course to follow, and no winner. Anyone confused and disoriented by life can participate in amok running, but it's a good idea to be cleared by a psychologist beforehand just to verify you're not mentally healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SG5N0fHAgiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/J_97hjKsoSM/s1600-h/Amok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194582268412450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SG5N0fHAgiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/J_97hjKsoSM/s320/Amok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8287332839451919597?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8287332839451919597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8287332839451919597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8287332839451919597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8287332839451919597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-on-empty.html' title='Running on empty?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SG5N0fHAgiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/J_97hjKsoSM/s72-c/Amok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-9042517573437417087</id><published>2008-06-27T07:03:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:35:42.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under my skin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lin Hô in Louisiana asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Can I judge a book by its cover?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In times past you could always tell exactly what was inside a book simply by looking at the cover, but this is no longer the case. To gain an edge in the very competitive book market many publishers are resorting to sneaky tactics and purposely assigning titillating titles, hoping to increase sales from unsuspecting buyers. Because of this it's best to open a book and thoroughly check the contents before purchasing it. This way you'll avoid the frustration of buying a book titled &lt;em&gt;The Physics of Kama Sutra Positions&lt;/em&gt;, only to discover that night in bed that it's actually all about gauge theories in particle physics...and that there's nothing remotely erotic about the illustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you're asking this question figuratively and referring to judging others by their outward appearance then the same principle applies. It's always a good idea to do a full body search before bringing someone home to avoid unpleasant surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SGYoMHUOs3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UROBPuUR8TY/s1600-h/book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216901406942737266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SGYoMHUOs3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UROBPuUR8TY/s320/book+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-9042517573437417087?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/9042517573437417087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=9042517573437417087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/9042517573437417087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/9042517573437417087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-my-skin.html' title='Under my skin?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SGYoMHUOs3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UROBPuUR8TY/s72-c/book+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-2870154427204646445</id><published>2008-06-22T12:14:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:17:01.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Willy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fatima in Portugal asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Do humans have free will?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For most of us every decision we make in life is preordained. I like to think that I could have answered this question any way I wanted to, but the harsh reality is I was fated to put down every word written here. A select few do have freedom of choice, but it was predetermined who these individuals are, so we can't do anything about having free will if we're not already one of these fortunate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF-UZHVlVWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v0y0wrom7F8/s1600-h/Fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215050052705539426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF-UZHVlVWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v0y0wrom7F8/s320/Fate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-2870154427204646445?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2870154427204646445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=2870154427204646445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2870154427204646445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2870154427204646445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-willy.html' title='Free Willy?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF-UZHVlVWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v0y0wrom7F8/s72-c/Fate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8487880889711275809</id><published>2008-06-19T16:32:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:30:27.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wascully wabbits?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Harm in Wisconsin asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Is hunting immoral?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It depends on the moral character of the hunter's prey. Just as there are good and bad humans, there are also good and bad animals. If an animal is living a good and moral life then killing it is immoral. In Dante's &lt;em&gt;Divine Comedy&lt;/em&gt; the ninth circle of hell was reserved for hunters committing this sin. However if an animal is immoral then shooting it is morally justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;Hunters can detect which animals are immoral by observing their behavior in the wild. For instance, if you spot a deer acting skittish and nervously looking around for hunters with guns then you can be fairly certain that type of paranoid conduct is brought on by a degenerate and immoral lifestyle. Hunters are doing all the well behaved animals victimized by these woodland hooligans a favor by making their forest sanctuary a safer and more peaceful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF0TAtPfYbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tL_G98-hGho/s1600-h/hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214344846430396850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF0TAtPfYbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tL_G98-hGho/s320/hunting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8487880889711275809?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8487880889711275809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8487880889711275809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8487880889711275809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8487880889711275809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/wascully-wabbits.html' title='Wascully wabbits?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SF0TAtPfYbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tL_G98-hGho/s72-c/hunting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-5331568805714196987</id><published>2008-06-18T08:19:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:15:27.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Marsi in Slovenia asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Is my glass half empty or half full?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Surprisingly the answer has little to do with your perspective on the volume of liquid remaining in your glass, and more to do with what kind of liquid is filling half your glass. If it's stinky city tap water or Sierra Mist soda then your glass is definitely half empty, even when it's half full. But if it's a Belgian high gravity beer in a 2.o liter beer boot glass then it's always half full...until you wake up the following morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFkt7R5IIvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NoweN-KpQO0/s1600-h/half+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213248540096602866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFkt7R5IIvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NoweN-KpQO0/s320/half+full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-5331568805714196987?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5331568805714196987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=5331568805714196987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5331568805714196987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5331568805714196987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/prosit.html' title='Prosit?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFkt7R5IIvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NoweN-KpQO0/s72-c/half+full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-6362374177668145560</id><published>2008-06-15T08:39:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:02:32.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of bliss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harold in South Dakota asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Is ignorance bliss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. Ignorant people are actually miserable, they're just not smart enough to know it. Intelligent people are miserable too, the difference being they know they're miserable and understand the reasons why...which usually has something to do with all the ignorant people running around being blissful for no good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFbJb5Sk8sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6TIGSTr4ZVw/s1600-h/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212575099800318658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFbJb5Sk8sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6TIGSTr4ZVw/s320/bliss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-6362374177668145560?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6362374177668145560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=6362374177668145560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/6362374177668145560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/6362374177668145560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/harold-in-south-dakota-asks-is.html' title='State of bliss?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFbJb5Sk8sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6TIGSTr4ZVw/s72-c/bliss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8897233330038321606</id><published>2008-06-14T07:14:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:35:43.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chakra Khan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Constance in England asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"How do I know if I have a color aura around me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everyone has an aura. They are formed by the electromagnetic field created by the energy given off from our bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To view someones aura you need to relax your eyes and focus on the emptiness in the subject's head. If that doesn't work trying it while stoned usually helps. The color of an aura will depend on the balance and harmony of a person's Chakra, and how much their underwear is riding up at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Seeing auras can be a valuable guide on whether to engage in conversation or avoid someone. For example, if you're eating lunch with a co-worker and see a green aura around them it means that person is in a growth mode and will have no qualms about stealing your fruited tofu curry salad. If you're a male and you see a hot pink aura around a female's aureoles it means she's sexually aroused, or that it's cold outside (if you act on it you'll find out quickly which of the two it is). If you see a rainbow aura around a person it signifies they are a Reki healer, or gay, or both. If you see any aura filled with floating white specs it means that an angel is close by; or if it's a woman, that she's pregnant, or will soon become impregnated by an angel. If you see brown it can mean that person is very materialistic, or that their personal hygiene practices leave a lot to be desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFQG3jjri3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P92aPgvyWOU/s1600-h/aura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211798220281973618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFQG3jjri3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P92aPgvyWOU/s320/aura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Check the laws where you live as viewing auras is illegal in some countries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8897233330038321606?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8897233330038321606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8897233330038321606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8897233330038321606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8897233330038321606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/chakra-khan.html' title='Chakra Khan?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFQG3jjri3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P92aPgvyWOU/s72-c/aura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-587159315393412268</id><published>2008-06-12T08:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:01:02.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Francis in Iowa asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is the saying, 'There are no dumb questions' true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No, and this question is a perfect example of a dumb question. People all across the world ask millions of dumb questions every day. In fact the only thing more common than dumb questions are all the dangerously dumb answers to those questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFE-kWNcvUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5kgpgrMUREw/s1600-h/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211015038002576706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFE-kWNcvUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5kgpgrMUREw/s320/fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-587159315393412268?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/587159315393412268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=587159315393412268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/587159315393412268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/587159315393412268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SFE-kWNcvUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5kgpgrMUREw/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-5800453698104008508</id><published>2008-06-08T11:37:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:16:30.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master peace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Felix in New Mexico asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why did so many of the great artists have miserable lives?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Suffering and mental anguish are necessary ingredients to bring out the genius in a person's creative endeavours. This misery is what separates the truly great from the less fortunate happy artists. Stable mental health, inner peace, and positive affirmations from others is the breeding ground for complacency, ordinariness and mediocrity, and will insure that an artist's body of creative work is omitted from the books of historical masterpieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;If you know a painter, writer, or musician that seems unreasonably happy you'll be providing them a great service by doing what you can to make their life a living hell. Pointing out their many character faults and offering frequent unsolicited scathing critiques of their work will lead them down the road to immortal greatness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEwU7iLZWfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xn_lhWWd2uE/s1600-h/suffering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209561881980262898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEwU7iLZWfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xn_lhWWd2uE/s320/suffering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-5800453698104008508?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5800453698104008508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=5800453698104008508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5800453698104008508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5800453698104008508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/master-peace.html' title='Master peace?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEwU7iLZWfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xn_lhWWd2uE/s72-c/suffering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-515783317098048018</id><published>2008-06-06T06:42:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:25:57.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A failure to communicate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark in Kentucky asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Does God answer my prayers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God answers all our prayers. If we don't hear back from him, or it's not the answer we want it's either because the prayer was rejected for not being sent in the proper language (English became the official language of Heaven in 2005), or your prayer was modified before reaching its destination. Due to the number of toxic pollutants in the atmosphere our petitions to God are sometimes mutated into entirely different words on the long journey from earth to Heaven. This letter metamorphosis happens if they encounter high concentrations of methane, carbon monoxide, or sulfur dioxide as they rise. This is why someone can pray for a really good cold cut sandwich and end up receiving a really gross cold sore instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SElS_o32AuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4jSo_GT2Erg/s1600-h/cold+sore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208785697287570146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SElS_o32AuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4jSo_GT2Erg/s320/cold+sore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-515783317098048018?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/515783317098048018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=515783317098048018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/515783317098048018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/515783317098048018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/failure-to-communicate.html' title='A failure to communicate?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SElS_o32AuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4jSo_GT2Erg/s72-c/cold+sore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-7015581988586407211</id><published>2008-06-02T10:07:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:15:19.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are always on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Marjan in Belgium asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"How often do men think about sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The answer to this varies greatly depending on the religious and cultural values of the community that the male was raised in. Ironically, men in more liberal sexually open societies think about it far less often than men living in sexually repressive societies, where such thoughts are considered taboo. For example, Danish men think about sex with women once every 45 seconds, while males living in strict orthodox Middle Eastern theocracies think about having sex with anything once every 4 seconds (the other 3 seconds are generally focused on finding good stones). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On a related note women think about &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; having sex with men once every 6 seconds, no matter where they live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SERow6m7VYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gH4spJpzuYg/s1600-h/I%27d+ride+that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402258722674050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SERow6m7VYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gH4spJpzuYg/s320/I%27d+ride+that.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-7015581988586407211?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7015581988586407211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=7015581988586407211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7015581988586407211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7015581988586407211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-always-on-my-mind.html' title='You are always on my mind?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SERow6m7VYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gH4spJpzuYg/s72-c/I%27d+ride+that.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-5095611798668645337</id><published>2008-06-01T08:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:37:28.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel your brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tiffany in New Zealand asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"How can I tell if I'm right or left brained?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;People with left brain dominance tend to be logical, analytical, and linear thinkers. Right brained dominant people are just the opposite and tend to be intuitive, subjective, and holistic thinkers. Next time you feed your brain sensory data stop and think immediately afterwards about how you processed the experience. Using the given traits of left and right brained people you should be able to determine which camp you fall into. If neither of these brain hemisphere characteristics apply there's a good chance you fall into the third category of being no brained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SELLe6m7VXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nuJOWaFSYjk/s1600-h/brained.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206947851182757234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SELLe6m7VXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nuJOWaFSYjk/s320/brained.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-5095611798668645337?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5095611798668645337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=5095611798668645337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5095611798668645337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5095611798668645337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-only-had-brain.html' title='I feel your brain?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SELLe6m7VXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nuJOWaFSYjk/s72-c/brained.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-2194941774392784469</id><published>2008-05-30T08:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:55:51.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet nothings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aanika in California asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Does the whispering technique really work on training animals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For those blessed with this special talent of talking to animals it seems to work very well, although it makes a difference which animal species they work with. So far "Whisperers" have had success communicating with horses, dogs, and some Hummer owners, however when they try it on cats all it does is really piss them off. Perhaps it's only a matter of discovering the right words to whisper...or trying it with a mouthful of albacore tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEATPUZSrCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1QSQMFm19yo/s1600-h/whisperer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206182323134049314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEATPUZSrCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1QSQMFm19yo/s320/whisperer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-2194941774392784469?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2194941774392784469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=2194941774392784469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2194941774392784469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2194941774392784469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-nothings.html' title='Sweet nothings?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SEATPUZSrCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1QSQMFm19yo/s72-c/whisperer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-7098910278591127842</id><published>2008-05-29T18:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:59:33.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Matthew in Wales asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Is God dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For a long time it was believed that Friedrich Nietzsche killed God, but police records show his alibi checked out on the night in question (he was bar hopping with Wagner). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My gut tells me God is alive and well. I'm thinking after thousands of years of having to keep tabs on our wicked ways 24/7 he is just taking a much needed mental health break.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD8z1UZSrBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hozb7e0nXDw/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205936685364456466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD8z1UZSrBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hozb7e0nXDw/s320/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-7098910278591127842?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7098910278591127842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=7098910278591127842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7098910278591127842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7098910278591127842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in action?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD8z1UZSrBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hozb7e0nXDw/s72-c/golf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-75553622599490748</id><published>2008-05-27T19:28:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:16:21.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Phil in Arizona asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Is it smart to think outside the box?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When cogitating is absolutely necessary it's better to do it in the privacy and safety of a box. When you venture outside a box to think you're opening yourself up to exposure of other people's stupid ideas. If you feel compelled to think outside a box it's best to stay in close proximity to it, in case a hasty retreat is required. Few people know that Einstein actually came up with all his best ideas thinking inside a box, allowing only Gunther his pet beaver in to sharpen his pencil when needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD1NuEZSrAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/39LqCE8LAZQ/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205402198159305730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD1NuEZSrAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/39LqCE8LAZQ/s320/box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-75553622599490748?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/75553622599490748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=75553622599490748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/75553622599490748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/75553622599490748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/boxed-in.html' title='Boxed in?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SD1NuEZSrAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/39LqCE8LAZQ/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-732178391331159381</id><published>2008-05-27T16:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:18:41.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Like It Hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tommy in Washington asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Is global warming really happening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If you live within the U.S. borders then it all depends on what state you reside in. If you're fortunate and it's a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; state" then it isn't happening because global warming is nothing more than a myth spread by liberal tree-huggers with an agenda. If you're not so lucky and happen to live in a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; state" you're screwed, just like the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDx3ckZSq_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XfI1-c4aTJ4/s1600-h/warming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205166602023250930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDx3ckZSq_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XfI1-c4aTJ4/s320/warming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-732178391331159381?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/732178391331159381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=732178391331159381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/732178391331159381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/732178391331159381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-like-it-hot.html' title='Some Like It Hot?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDx3ckZSq_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XfI1-c4aTJ4/s72-c/warming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-2828901925607356255</id><published>2008-05-26T13:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:55:30.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aliya in Pennsylvania asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Is there one perfect mate for me out there in the world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yes...and defying all the laws of probability the person you end up marrying &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be that one perfect mate. Imperfections in your perfect mate always remain dormant and hidden until after you tie the knot. At that point both the frequency and intensity of these imperfections tend to expand and increase with each passing year. Some couples learn to accept these faults in their perfect mate, while others decide to look for a new more perfect perfect mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDr09kZSq-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZjD__vH8eE/s1600-h/perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204741657958984674" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDr09kZSq-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZjD__vH8eE/s320/perfect.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-2828901925607356255?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2828901925607356255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=2828901925607356255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2828901925607356255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2828901925607356255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/soul-mates.html' title='Soul Mates?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDr09kZSq-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZjD__vH8eE/s72-c/perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-5852903349651154846</id><published>2008-05-25T12:17:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:09:24.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarter than your average bear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meg in Missouri asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What separates us from other animals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The distinction between Homo sapian and other animals has changed over the centuries. In the recent past it was widely held that we were the only animal that could reason and had conscious thought. We were never able to completely convince other animals of this however, and after less than stellar performances by several noted biologists in the famous "Checkers" debates in the 50's serious cracks began to develop in this belief.  The current hypothesis is that humans are the only animal that will voluntarily sit in front of a television for hours watching reality shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDmZFkZSq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e2yj3MAcaTI/s1600-h/debate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204359165351472082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDmZFkZSq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e2yj3MAcaTI/s320/debate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-5852903349651154846?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5852903349651154846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=5852903349651154846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5852903349651154846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5852903349651154846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/smarter-than-your-average-bear.html' title='Smarter than your average bear?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDmZFkZSq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e2yj3MAcaTI/s72-c/debate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-775403785159960513</id><published>2008-05-25T08:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:37:07.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jason in Singapore asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Angels aren't allowed to dance anymore. Back in 1993 Pat Robertson and The Christian Coalition strongly objected to this expression of lust inducing exuberant behavior, believing that as role models angels had no business shaking their heavenly booties. The group started a petition threatening to "stop singing praises unto Him" unless an immediate stop was put to this sinful act. Needing the praise God reluctantly gave in to their demand. Angels are still allowed to pass time on the head of a pin, but they must do so standing perfectly still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDlkj0ZSq6I/AAAAAAAAADg/BZzUHeazaew/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204301410926242722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDlkj0ZSq6I/AAAAAAAAADg/BZzUHeazaew/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-775403785159960513?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/775403785159960513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=775403785159960513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/775403785159960513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/775403785159960513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-feet.html' title='Happy Feet?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDlkj0ZSq6I/AAAAAAAAADg/BZzUHeazaew/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8622570740752128822</id><published>2008-05-24T08:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:07:23.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in your own private Idaho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Priscilla in Canada asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Why do we 'go' on a green light and 'stop' on a red one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is a good example of a conventional law (decided by men), as opposed to a natural law (decided by men interpreting what they think God told them). In truth the color assignment for following traffic laws is purely arbitrary. It could just as easily have been proceed on raw umber, slow down on magenta, and stop on cobalt blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Interestingly enough there is a defiant group of citizens in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho that view the current system as an infringement of their Constitutional rights. In protest they are expressing their right to proceed on red and stop on green. Unfortunately not everyone living there is supporting their view so the results have been mixed at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgw0EZSq5I/AAAAAAAAADY/NQIxgzcuLKc/s1600-h/red+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203963040517761938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgw0EZSq5I/AAAAAAAAADY/NQIxgzcuLKc/s320/red+light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8622570740752128822?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8622570740752128822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8622570740752128822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8622570740752128822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8622570740752128822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-light-district.html' title='Living in your own private Idaho?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgw0EZSq5I/AAAAAAAAADY/NQIxgzcuLKc/s72-c/red+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-1925101772499144282</id><published>2008-05-24T07:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:12:44.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordy Pictures?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dave in Nebraska asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Is a picture really worth a thousand words?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you average it out most pictures are worth at least a thousand words, and some are worth much more. According to the &lt;em&gt;Guinness Book of World Records &lt;/em&gt;the Mona Lisa by Da Vinci is worth exactly 13,126 words. Generally speaking the higher the word count associated with a picture the higher the monetary value attached to it. However on occasion you can run across a very expensive work of art that's only worth one word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgBAEZSq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_O51vemibg/s1600-h/crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203910470118058882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgBAEZSq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_O51vemibg/s320/crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-1925101772499144282?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1925101772499144282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=1925101772499144282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/1925101772499144282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/1925101772499144282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/wordy-picture.html' title='Wordy Pictures?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDgBAEZSq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_O51vemibg/s72-c/crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-468189361661719256</id><published>2008-05-23T11:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:26:13.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;C.M. in Texas asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Can happiness be pursued?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yes, but you'll fail. Being chased is a real turn-off to Happiness and it will run away when it senses aggressive pursuit. The best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt; is to frequent establishments where Happiness is known to hang out, and then act aloof and nonchalant when it makes an appearance. This "maybe I wanna be happy, maybe I wanna be miserable" attitude you give off will peak curiosity, and an introduction may follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Misery, on the other hand, has no problem being openly pursued and can often be talked into going back to your place the first time you meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDbtaEZSq3I/AAAAAAAAADI/w6vHzfu93h4/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607451585391474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDbtaEZSq3I/AAAAAAAAADI/w6vHzfu93h4/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-468189361661719256?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/468189361661719256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=468189361661719256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/468189361661719256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/468189361661719256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDbtaEZSq3I/AAAAAAAAADI/w6vHzfu93h4/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-194225936064153322</id><published>2008-05-22T10:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:28:54.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello..is anyone home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dan in New York asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"How do I know if I really exist?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're in good company with that question. One of history's greatest minds wrestled with that same problem. Rene Descartes' &lt;em&gt;cogito, ergo sum &lt;/em&gt;(I think, therefore I am) worked fine when applied to himself. No doubt he was quite a thinker. However, if you exist because you think, it logically follows that you don't exist if you do not think. There are a lot of people existing that don't think...I encounter them every day on the road. Any construct proving one's existence then must pass the test of universal application. All Rene needed to do was substitute &lt;em&gt;cogito &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;em&gt;doleo; ego insum doleo, ergo sum &lt;/em&gt;(I am in pain, therefore I am). If you ever start doubting your existence ask a loved one to hit you in the head with a bat, preferably when you're not expecting it. If you feel pain you can rest assured that you do in fact exist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDWEPEZSq2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HYFRCxpTkaM/s1600-h/exist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203210338909203298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDWEPEZSq2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HYFRCxpTkaM/s320/exist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-194225936064153322?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/194225936064153322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=194225936064153322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/194225936064153322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/194225936064153322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/hellois-anyone-home.html' title='Hello..is anyone home?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDWEPEZSq2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HYFRCxpTkaM/s72-c/exist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-5874520631811076146</id><published>2008-05-22T08:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:21:53.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmmmber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hans in South Carolina asks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around does it make a sound?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, but you could probably hear the sound a beaver would make if the tree in question fell on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDVo4kZSq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OjcdNOrw3Y8/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203180265548196690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDVo4kZSq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OjcdNOrw3Y8/s320/forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-5874520631811076146?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5874520631811076146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=5874520631811076146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5874520631811076146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/5874520631811076146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/timmmmber.html' title='Timmmmber?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDVo4kZSq1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OjcdNOrw3Y8/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8372997599949765908</id><published>2008-05-21T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:33:48.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo momma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shanequa in Ohio asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Is necessity the mother of invention?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. DNA tests done on recent inventions have proven that Necessity is the mother. The identity of the father remains a mystery, however several eyewitness accounts report seeing Dumb Luck at the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDSUsc9yE9I/AAAAAAAAACo/CPHP5GfWsjA/s1600-h/necessity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202946960930247634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDSUsc9yE9I/AAAAAAAAACo/CPHP5GfWsjA/s320/necessity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8372997599949765908?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8372997599949765908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8372997599949765908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8372997599949765908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8372997599949765908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-momma.html' title='Yo momma?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDSUsc9yE9I/AAAAAAAAACo/CPHP5GfWsjA/s72-c/necessity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-7304756787063581489</id><published>2008-05-21T11:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:30:28.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination China?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Diego in Argentina asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Will I end up in China if I dig a hole deep enough?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The fundamental human need to dig a hole to China needs no further explanation. The ultimate success of one's expedition depends on the starting point. Being from Argentina if you dug straight through to the other side of the globe you'd end up somewhere in the vicinity of Xi'an, China. However if your starting point is in the continental United States your final destination would be the bottom of the Indian Ocean, which could pose a number of serious health threats. Of course if you already live in China digging a hole would be superfluous, and most likely the authorities would become suspicious of your intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDRGKs9yE8I/AAAAAAAAACg/DGEJvADD6v0/s1600-h/digging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202860619202696130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDRGKs9yE8I/AAAAAAAAACg/DGEJvADD6v0/s320/digging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-7304756787063581489?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7304756787063581489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=7304756787063581489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7304756787063581489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7304756787063581489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/destination-china.html' title='Destination China?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDRGKs9yE8I/AAAAAAAAACg/DGEJvADD6v0/s72-c/digging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-2856022859340096401</id><published>2008-05-20T19:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:49:04.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tim in Minnesota asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Have humans reached their final evolutionary form?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No. Because our eyes don't perceive the hour hand moving on a clock doesn't mean it isn't moving. Likewise, because we haven't detected major physical changes in the human form for a few thousand years doesn't mean that evolutionary forces still aren't at play. We know from fossil records that physical characteristics of various species evolved according to use and need over a long span of time. Applying this knowledge to Homo sapiens anthropologists have predicted, given our growing fixation on sex, and decreasing dependency on using our brains, that 100,000 years from now our heads will have shrunk to the size of a grapefruit, women will have size 42EE breasts, and the male penis will average 24 inches in length.&lt;br /&gt;Many males are encouraged and more optimistic about the future of humankind after hearing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNb6s9yE7I/AAAAAAAAACU/AJmG1bzbduM/s1600-h/male+female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202603058603889586" style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="278" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNb6s9yE7I/AAAAAAAAACU/AJmG1bzbduM/s320/male+female.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-2856022859340096401?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2856022859340096401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=2856022859340096401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2856022859340096401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/2856022859340096401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/cha-cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNb6s9yE7I/AAAAAAAAACU/AJmG1bzbduM/s72-c/male+female.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-7858535240783456926</id><published>2008-05-20T17:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:23:36.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Socks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anna in Colorado asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Why do socks keep disappearing in my dryer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This mystery has plagued mankind ever since the first clothes dryer was invented in 1915. The philosopher Bertrand Russel believed that this phenomenon was nothing more than a matter of perception; The missing sock &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;in the dryer, but we aren't perceiving it correctly. Some scientists have theorized that the unique tubular shape of socks, combined with the spinning motion, creates a miniature wormhole inside a dryer that transports the sock into space. This theory would explain all the floating sock trash astronauts encounter during space walks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNI689yE6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5IHMRld3YKE/s1600-h/space+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202582172177929122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNI689yE6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5IHMRld3YKE/s320/space+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-7858535240783456926?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7858535240783456926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=7858535240783456926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7858535240783456926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/7858535240783456926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/space-socks.html' title='Space Socks?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDNI689yE6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5IHMRld3YKE/s72-c/space+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-6506744178685380075</id><published>2008-05-20T16:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:25:55.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get a life" exam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claudia in Germany asks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Is the unexamined life worth living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO! Unexamined lives are the number one cause for needless acts of stupidity worldwide. Data gathered from exit polls taken during the 2004 national election in the U.S. showed that voters who had not examined their life in the past five years supported Bush by a ten to one margin over Kerry. Experts now recommend you have an annual life examination for early detection of contagious idiocy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDM1fM9yE5I/AAAAAAAAACA/I_Ev-2rURxM/s1600-h/life+exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202560804715631506" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" height="308" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDM1fM9yE5I/AAAAAAAAACA/I_Ev-2rURxM/s320/life+exam.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-6506744178685380075?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6506744178685380075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=6506744178685380075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/6506744178685380075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/6506744178685380075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-life-exam.html' title='&quot;Get a life&quot; exam?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDM1fM9yE5I/AAAAAAAAACA/I_Ev-2rURxM/s72-c/life+exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858106474214524828.post-8436415691828731834</id><published>2008-05-20T11:50:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:51:32.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Image of God?</title><content type='html'>Bob in Atlanta asks: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"What does God look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;No one can really say for sure except dead people, and so far they're being tight lipped about it. As you know the Bible says we're created in God's image, which could be comforting or frightening depending on who's image comes to mind. I recently read an article in a highly respected journal while waiting at the grocery store check out line about a Mrs. Edith Ferguson from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Binkleman&lt;/span&gt;, Nebraska who claimed she saw God in a vision after passing out from over-exposure to nail polish remover fumes. Her nephew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sketched&lt;/span&gt; the following picture of God based on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDL5Us9yE4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GkuMq7_1pBQ/s1600-h/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494653629338498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDL5Us9yE4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GkuMq7_1pBQ/s320/god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*The validity of her vision has been questioned by some townspeople do to the uncanny resemblance to the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Piggly&lt;/span&gt; Wiggly store manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1858106474214524828-8436415691828731834?l=addisontoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8436415691828731834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1858106474214524828&amp;postID=8436415691828731834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8436415691828731834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1858106474214524828/posts/default/8436415691828731834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addisontoons.blogspot.com/2008/05/image-of-god.html' title='The Image of God?'/><author><name>addison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330604833417311721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SWYWssCxBmI/AAAAAAAAALE/p1c0orScTCI/S220/addison.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4BDk4C-vfNo/SDL5Us9yE4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GkuMq7_1pBQ/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
