When I first started writing this blog, there were a few bloggers that I truly admired. I loved the way they wrote, I loved the way they interacted with their readers, and I loved the sheer volume of their blog – both in the number of posts they had, and in the diversity of comments… Continue reading Where I guest post about smut while outing myself as a smut writer
Month: April 2012
Where I classify myself as injury prone
I am not a graceful person. When I do yoga, it’s an exercise in me not falling down and trying to avoid farting while hiding the erection that I’ll inevitably get during corpse pose. I’ve been told that I have a near-perfect running posture, but, well, when I run, it feels like I’m a set… Continue reading Where I classify myself as injury prone
Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind
I’ve managed at least one visit to the same gym for the past 21 weeks. I think this deserves some kind of special award. I’m trying to cut back on caffeine. I’m failing miserably. I, however, have cut way back on alcohol intake . . . but I worry that the primary reason for this… Continue reading Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind
Where I recount my past weekend
This past weekend was Easter weekend — well, I guess, the past two weekends were Easter weekend. See, my wife is Greek Orthodox, and as such, I’m heavily involved with the Greek Orthodox church in our community1. In fact, I’m the cathedral organist2. Since the orthodox calendar is different than the “western calendar” when it… Continue reading Where I recount my past weekend
Where I redefine “a line” in a guest post
Some time ago, Jenni had a baby . . . and when she had her baby, she broke her pubic bone, and when she broke her pubic bone, she decided to start writing blog posts in 8 lines. So, she asked for guest posters to commemorate this time in her life . . . and,… Continue reading Where I redefine “a line” in a guest post
Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
I have a confession for all of y’all. No, it’s not that I’ve allowed my vision to stray while someone, with ample cleavage, bent over in front of me1. It’s not that I’ve gone a long time without sitting down to read an actual book, instead doing my “reading” through audiobooks (I admit this, freely… Continue reading Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)
Life has been crazy lately. I get to work, and spend all of my time, um, working1 and then I head onto symphony, or band, or home . . . and you know, finding time to blog when you’re just in constant motion2 is really freaking difficult. Also really freaking difficult? Finding time to make… Continue reading Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)