Where The Hell Have I Been?

No, I don't really have any good excuses. I had a delightful time meeting two new blogger folk in the Real World, and finally got a mailing address for VW, so she can report on her prize soon enough. I guess more than anything else, I'm waiting for some inspiration. I'm kind of distracted by a few things of late that aren't so appealing, and show every promise of getting worse (work related, and no- I'm not the subject of the concern). But my buddy Andy and his better half M are Seattle bound in less than two weeks, and I am really happy about that. I remain optimistic that they'll see the area in a favorable light so that I can continue my relentless badgering of them regarding moving nearer.

I was thinking about writing up some thoughts I've had lately based upon observations of single people my age (as in never married or otherwise committed) but I expect that this would only serve as a character assassination as there is little wisdom to share and plenty of things that'd be hurtful. Yeah, sometimes I censor myself.

Last weekend we went to some swanky retreat kind of place called Sun Mountain Lodge and the pictures are up (along with some other more current crap) here. I don't understand the appeal of these chi chi places, let alone the prices they charge, but Schmoopie had a nice time and discovered a new love- snowshoeing. I'd've gone skating if the frozen pond was greater than 15' across.

As I write this and it's coming up on midnight (PST), I'm still debating the idea of getting up earlier than my nature would dictate to play with Irrelephant on his talking blog party line deal. I think he's selected Sunday mornings as an act of savage cruelty, or to discourage my attendance. I can't figure out which, but c'est la vie.

And finally there is this:
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