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My name is Mel Miskimen and I am “blessed” with the gift of being funny. Growing up, funny got me in a lot of trouble. And it still does. Sort of.

I’m not a lapsed Catholic – more like a prolapsed Catholic. Don’t get me wrong, I love being Catholic. If I weren’t, what would I do with all that guilt? Become Jewish? Maybe.

I started performing comedy in second grade, where I did my dead-on impression of Sister Conjunctivitis – who I thought was out of the classroom at the time . . .

the fact that I killed, was lost on my parents.

In my middle school and high school years, I organized the improv group: GWGP - Girls With Good Personalities. We performed every weekend, in my basement, since we never had any dates.

I got side tracked in College. It was the 70s, man, and I was an Art Major. And then, marriage, and kids and well, let’s just say I spent the last 25 or so years collecting material.

I mean, the guy is the transitional Pope. A filler. He’s like the coach who came to the Green Bay Packers after the legendary Vince Lombardi – what was his name? Uh . . . Phil something.

    He’s the papal equivalent of Camilla Parker-Bowles to JP2’s Diana. And, just like Camilla, he’s not very photogenic. Hint: under eye concealer.

– an excerpt from Limbo: A Blog

“You are dust, and dust you shall return,” I took to mean, “You are nothing, so why bother.”

For Chrissakes, lighten up.