It's a well known fact that there are four distinct kinds of female orgasm.

There's the Positive Orgasm, "Oh, yes. Oh, Yes! Oh, YES!"
The Negative Orgasm, "Oh, no. Oh, No! Oh, NO!"

Over the long weekend I deliberately avoided any kind of work. Even the voluntary and therapeutic work of writing Fiddley posts. NaBloPoMo can NaPoMoBlow me.

I had (have) a great post in my head to write today but...

I haven't had free time in quite some time. Now, faced with a four-day weekend that includes only two nights of performances, I hardly know what to do with myself.

Donna asked, "So what are your plans...

Back when I was but a wee Mormon boy, I learned all the Primary Songs. I Am A Child Of God, The Chapel Doors, Book of Mormon Stories.

Ah, Book of Mormon Stories. Remember the hand actions to that one? Where you...

I'm leaving our fair Zion for yet another babysitting... err... business trip today. This time to St. Louis, MO. Well, Ofallon, to be...

So I had this ambitious idea that I would kick ass on this whole NaBloPoMo thing. That ambition got me exactly two days in before a Saturday full of rehearsal, a show, and a beer-and-karaoke-filled birthday party for

Donna reminded me the other day that, while I spend a good deal of time bitching about my current problems, I rarely talk about what she feels is a more likely candidate as the root of my problems... my parents. I've...

To kick off NaBloPoMo this year, I'm introducing a new blogger and NaBloPoMo participant. Many of you have been begging to hear more...