And you all call this a blog….

That guy from Fox News would be ashamed. I mean MORE ashamed than he was when he got caught with that intern newschick.

But no politics here.

So what’s going on in my life? I’m sure I’ll go into it in more detail on my own little blog, but I’ll flesh it out here, too. If I were forced at gunpoint to make it quick, I’d have to come up with something witty like, “My life sucks. How’s yours?” But I’ll try to give some highlights here.

Over Easter weekend, I had a gig, which is always cool. The orchestra blew big hairy chunks, but I’ve gotten used to that over the last ten years.

The Georgia Brass Band won a North American championship without me, which sucks.

My lil buddy Audrey closes on her Philadelphia (actually Lansdale) townhouse in 30 days, which also sucks.

My worthless company president has decided that on-call pay is too much and is fervently trying to work things so that I have to take UNIX calls every three weeks, which (number 1) ain’t gonna happen during football season and (number 2) sucks – please see my own blog from about 6 months ago when I pretty much begged my co-workers not to get involved with this.

My little girl cat has decided that she doesn’t like her new litter box and would much prefer to take dumps on my shower mat. That – for those of you who don’t own cats – that kinda sucks.

Gasoline is now at $3 per gallon in Atlanta. That…uh….sucks.

AT&T is making it pretty clear that, once they take over, my job is history. That sorta sucks.

But, hey. Cool news! A friend and I went camping this past weekend just outside of Murphy, NC. Gorgeous place. While there, we made several jokes about how close we probably were to Eric Rudolph’s (the Atlanta olypic bomber) hideout.

Today, my friend did a little research. “Close” ain’t the word. Eric buddy had his “Winter camp” about 700 yards – straight up – from where Brett and I camped. I attempted at one point to climb the hill next to our campsite in order to take a “from above” picture of it. I kept sliding down the hill. Apparently, Eric wore boots and was able to traverse it regularly.

Seriously…..if the guy was still out there, he could have thrown a rock into our campsite.

So I’m thinking I’m gonna find his little hideout when I go back up there on Memorial Day weekend. Really REALLY pretty place.

Dad – your cruiser could POSSIBLY make the climb to the campsite, but it’s not easy. I was worried all the way.

I am now counting the days until Canada. Are any of you worthless people (Cy and T being excluded, of course) going to make the trip this year?

And that pretty much says all that I have to say. For those of you interested in more of my fascinating writing style, look for an update on my own blog in the next few days.

TWD