<?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-2065399219087138071</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:36:36.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isitstill</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-4220723813582927298</id><published>2011-03-08T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:42:06.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ep. 2, Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Oh, wow!  The best food-related internet show has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_player_1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="mp3Time=11.53pm+08+Mar+2011&amp;amp;mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F297217-the-sound-of-food-ep-2-strawberries.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&amp;amp;mp3Author=isitstill&amp;amp;rootID=boo_player_1&amp;amp;mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F297217-the-sound-of-food-ep-2-strawberries&amp;amp;mp3Title=The+Sound+of+Food%2C+ep.+2%3A++Strawberries"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2011/03/ep-2-strawberries.html' title='Ep. 2, Strawberries'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-7456145122025328713</id><published>2009-05-09T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:21:30.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Alien in Space, and the Monster and the Alien are in Space", by Melody.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's once upon a time, there was a little girl.  She saw a way up moon in space.  It's forty inches.  The little girl saw a nice alien.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went in it's spaceship and she raced.  And then, she was in space, and she saw a monster in space, too.  The monster was nice, too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, it was on top of the spaceship, and it got a little bit connected.  And so, then, that's the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-7456145122025328713?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/7456145122025328713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=7456145122025328713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/7456145122025328713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/7456145122025328713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2009/05/alien-in-space-and-monster-and-alien.html' title='&quot;The Alien in Space, and the Monster and the Alien are in Space&quot;, by Melody.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-5607795642817263298</id><published>2009-04-23T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:29:55.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Girl Walking Down the Street"  by Melody.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a little girl, walking down the road.  She got hit by a car.  She was six hundred.  She ran to her mom as fast as she could, she didn't know what to do.  Then, she went to her dad, "Dad, dad, dad, I runned over a car, and I'm gonna hide".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, suddenly, there was something coming, you know.  "Woah", mom said.  Then , dad didn't know what to do either.  Then he was so afraid that his glasses were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Mom", he said, "my glasses are gone".  Then she ran to mom, and she said, "Im gonna tell everyone in this land that dad did it".  "Wait, wait, wait," mom said, "tell them about me, too.  I lost my ring that I wore to work today.  And I lost my lotion".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-5607795642817263298?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/5607795642817263298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=5607795642817263298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/5607795642817263298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/5607795642817263298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-girl-walking-down-street-by.html' title='&quot;Little Girl Walking Down the Street&quot;  by Melody.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-6035497972609664448</id><published>2009-03-26T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:55:24.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Found a Ring", a story by Melody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, I was outside walking, and I looked down, and I saw something, and I picked it up, and it was a star.  And I looked on the front, and so, then I put it on my finger.  It was a star on a ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was gonna go play with Mackensie.  Mackensie wanted to show me something.  I was running so fast.  I saw a star.  It was a ring.  I was dancing around, and I was walking, and I put it on my finger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you know what I did?  I showed everybody.  Somebody lost it, but I found it, so I'm gonna keep it.  Now it's at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna give it back, later on.  In seven months.  That's what I'm gonna do, give it back in seven months. To somebody, but I don't know who it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-6035497972609664448?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/6035497972609664448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=6035497972609664448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/6035497972609664448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/6035497972609664448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-ring-story-by-melody.html' title='&quot;I Found a Ring&quot;, a story by Melody.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-1493335048712558894</id><published>2009-03-26T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:54:36.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Run, Cows, Run!", a story by Melody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a nice cowboy.  Her name was Tina; and Tina had a girl cowgirl for her partner, and she would ride on cows.  And there was a big big dragon, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He was trying to get the cows, so the cowgirl said, "Run cows,run! Run cows, run", and so they lived happily ever after!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-1493335048712558894?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/1493335048712558894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=1493335048712558894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/1493335048712558894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/1493335048712558894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-cows-run-story-by-melody.html' title='&quot;Run, Cows, Run!&quot;, a story by Melody.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-812437012616039614</id><published>2009-01-08T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:50:59.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jack and the Beanstalk", as told by Melody.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was Jack and the beanstalk.  And there was a thing that happened.  So Jack and the beanstalk runned from the beanstalk, and cut down the beanstalk, so the monster couldn't get down the beanstalk.  He rolled out of the beanstalk, and then, that's the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they got the beans, and they cooked them, and they had hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they lived happily ever after, because the monster was dead, and when the monster was dead, he couldn't climb up the beanstalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-812437012616039614?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/812437012616039614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=812437012616039614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/812437012616039614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/812437012616039614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2009/01/jack-and-beanstalk-as-told-by-melody.html' title='&quot;Jack and the Beanstalk&quot;, as told by Melody.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065399219087138071.post-1320369498005563638</id><published>2008-12-30T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:46:28.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a story that Melody told me.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a lastronaut, and it hit by a car.  And it was a long thing to do.  So, the lastronaut told the car to do something, so he would clean the mess up.  So the lastronaut did something.  The lastronaut hit on a spaceship... so the spaceship would love him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, um... I was, then the lastronaut came to that house.  It cleaned up the thing that it would do all day when it started to float up in the sky.  This is a long story, huh?  Then...he...was, then the lastronaut popped in the home, then he popped into the sky.  Then he said "Oh, I was sorry".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, that's the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065399219087138071-1320369498005563638?l=isitstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/feeds/1320369498005563638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2065399219087138071&amp;postID=1320369498005563638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/1320369498005563638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065399219087138071/posts/default/1320369498005563638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isitstill.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-story-that-melody-told-me.html' title='This is a story that Melody told me.'/><author><name>isitstill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751189289321041849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdoL1rP0vp4/SSDdt20lkKI/AAAAAAAAAug/tobYBYsuOFE/S220/something_silly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
