Posted on July 15, 2010
Recorded Before A Live Studio Audience
I was at a loss for a subject for today’s post until about half an hour ago, after Brittany disclosed her discovery of the vile and regrettable videotaped evidence of my first wedding. She’s been working on cleaning out the accumulated detritus of my office, which has – for the last year or so – been the dumping ground of everything that wouldn’t fit anywhere else in the house. It started with boxes, when my parents moved into my house for a brief period after their home was bisected by a giant tree during Hurricane Ike. Then, after they moved into an apartment and I moved myself back home and brought Brittany and Trey along with me, the boxes gave way to scattered bits of furniture and bulky toys before eventually progressing into the catch-all area for anything and everything that we didn’t want to throw out, but had no idea what to do with. It’s been long past time to gut the sucker. Read More
Posted on July 13, 2010
I Am Not Matthew Perry
First, some business. The next installment of Snowflakes In Autumn will go up next week, broken into two parts and published on Tuesday and Thursday. I’ll probably keep the goal for Chapter Six set at $75, since you guys met that pretty quickly (although much of it was due to a generous donation from a Ms. X in New York, who did wonders to combat the Southern perception of Damn Yankees). We’ll see if we make it to $75 in round two as fast as we did with the first effort. I think you can do it. Don’t disappoint me or bad things will happen. I have connections… Read More
Posted on July 6, 2010
Party Time! Excellent!
It’s Tuesday, which means Coquetting Tarradiddles is back to its regular posting schedule. I apologize for all the confusion while I got my feet wet with my first experiment in the serialization of my novel, Snowflakes In Autumn, but things should go smoother from here on in. I’m wrestling a bit with the Donate / Contribute / Whatever button right now as I try and persuade the demons chained to the walls of the PayPal basement that my bank account does, in fact, belong to me. There’s been some confusion, as it was previously associated with another e-mail address and somehow tied to my ex-wife’s lingering online presence, but I think I have things squared away now. I’m just waiting for a confirmation at this point, after which I’ll slap up the button and you little goblins can start sending me money. Read More
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