A few weeks ago, a reader requested that we do with Taylor Swift's songs what we did with Rascal Flatts'. Unfortunately (or perhaps...

Every so many days or so, it is my turn to write a post for FCN. Sometimes I forget and nothing gets posted, sometimes I have something read...

Reginald plays violin. When most people say that, they mean the subject of their sentence saws away at the strings of their instrument with...

Have you ever lived in a family with multiple people who play instruments? If you haven't, let me tell you right now, you're really ...

What I gonna get to match these pumps? These cute little classy high heel pumps ? I'ma gonna get get get these shoes, Get these shoes I ...

Lately, my moods have been changing more often than a neat-freak's bedsheets. They've been like a ship without an anchor, tossed abo...

Several years ago, I was completely lost when it came to understanding the opposite sex. If I mind my own business, I thought, guys won'...

While in an empty library with a couple of (female) friends, I improvised a few lines to Brad Paisley's Ticks. When I got to class, I p...

It's one of those awkward moments that happens to everyone. You see someone playing an instrument and go to complement them. "I did...

Online piracy, long a thorn in the belly of the IRAA and a boon to bandwidth wholesalers the world over, is as much an industry as the enter...

I was well on my way to living an incomplete life. There's nothing like getting elbow-deep into college and then realizing you never...

On a fine morning of April, that valiant warrior of a month which enlists even the heavenly showers in its mission to " pierce the dro...

This site has cataloged my antics at my school's basketball games before, but this post centers on the behavior of another ardent fan, ...

I was driving out to work yesterday and came to a stop at a - you know - stop light. Someone pulled up to my right and I noticed his presenc...

I detest treadmills. Although I run regularly on rubberized asphalt, packed dirt, turf and, yes, really hard cement, something about puttin...

I am writing to you now, not from a cluttered and abused Windows-encumbered terminal, nor from a white, overpriced Macintosh. Nor, faithf...

In honor of Spring Break, a time off school that the FCN writers are enjoying by catching up on homework, I wrote the following lyrics that ...

Last weekend brought success to a formerly spurned sect of American society, granting legitimacy to a long rejected worldview. Yes, Ladies a...