But what I was saying was that I had been doing pretty well, especially of late, with this whole blogging thing. Actually, I personally felt that my last week at my former place of employment was my best week ever, blogwise, if only for my favorite local display of fervent belief and my real-time update on quitting my job. Then came a couple of days of uneventful unemployment followed by a new job that doesn’t give me quite the amount of unfettered internet access or downtime that my old job did.
What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.
So on with the actual post.
Actually, there’s not a whole lot to write about. Or maybe there is. Let’s see.
The new place of employ isn’t so bad, aside from the fact that it’s on the other side of town and there’s no real easy way to get there. Apologies to JustinS (or Justins, if he’s plural)- I couldn’t think of a better way to describe that one dude last week than “never been cool.” You, Mr. S, are at least cool when you write, as readers of your blog will attest. This guy, however, has never been cool and proves it daily. On Friday he read aloud from the website Engrish.com for two hours, non-stop. Cleared the room. It was excruciating, but he had no clue he was being monumentally annoying. Seriously not cool. Not funny, either.
As some of you have already read on Malfeasance, the lady and I ventured south once again to the land of George over the weekend, this time to see my grandparents, who had flown in from Maryland. Because they travel so infrequently (their last trip on a plane was supposed to be the one last hurrah before they die, and that was four years ago) we’ll be going back again this coming weekend, which will make five weekends in a row. We did eat some mighty fine food (crab cakes and fried catfish sound good to anyone?) while we were down and took in a baseball game in the ATL on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Nope, I guess there wasn’t much to write about as it turns out. My game is so off. I should go catch up on what you kids have been writing anyway. Allie tagged me for a meme, too, so I should get to work on that. Here are some self-indulgent pictures to tide you over for now.
The man (that's Chipper on first.)
Do we call these cheerleaders? What's the deal with the sudden emergence, at all levels of baseball, of girls in jerseys and short shorts that entertain between innings? Isn't that one of the things that separated baseball from the sensory-overload of the NFL and NBA? I like good-looking birds as much as the next guy, but I just don't need bells and whistles to enjoy my sports. I don't do the wave, either.
Sunroof photography in Hotlanta.