Touched by his noodly appendage

So I stagger in from my first social evening out in who the hell knows how long and suddenly realize, "oh crap - I have to blog". This is of course followed by some high quality unladylike language, directed primarily at myself - for having the colossal stupidity to commit myself (commit as in "to an asylum for the gently disturbed") to this NaBloPoMo thing. What was I thinking?

But then, immediately after I signed on to the computer, I could see that a higher power was at work. I am but an instrument of the Noodly Master, and it is my privilege, nay - my honor to share this with you.

According to this article on MSNBC, the American Academy of Religion will be holding their annual meeting this weekend in San Diego. And for the first time - Pasta is on the agenda - not the menu!