Who in the Atlanta area would be up for a blogride? Where we all gather on our motorcycles and go to some place interesting? Tons of places around, and the 150th anniversary of Beast Sherman gives a bunch of opportunities.
It's been a little over a week since my Brother-from-another-Mother ASM826 started posting some righteous shooty goodness here. I'm tickled as can be about this, not just because he's someone who I never would have met without this whole blogosphere thing, but because it seems that all y'all like his stuff. So far there are 42 (!) comments on his posts, in only a week. And he hasn't even posted pictures of the totally cool reloading stuff that he has secreted away in his undisclosed bunker location. If you like what he's doing, I encourage you to leave a comment. Those are like crack to a blogger.
Damnitall, I need to start reloading. This is inspiring me (at least a bit) to get off my butt. And I have hundreds of .303 Brit bullets, courtesy of ASM826's network if clandestine operatives. Maybe Differ can break away sometime and we can do some reloading, and then retire to a fine English bitter or two ...
Reading Brigid's book is a reminder on just how rare her talent with words is. She has probably had the biggest impact on improving my own writing (yes I know, damning with faint praise). Every once in a while, though, this influence rises to near her level. I could not have written this without her influence, and having seen Dad's reaction to that post, I'm profoundly grateful for that gift from her.
A bunch of folks have emailed in the last month or two, and I've been so caught up in a family life that is talking in its Outdoors Voice that I've not replied. Things are (hopefully) quieting down some now, and so I shall get right to this. I shall endeavor in future to suck less.
And shamelessly stolen from Claire Wolf, here's an insanely clever cat food commercial with the guy who did the Sad Dog Diary and Sad Cat Diary on Youtube. Very, very well done.