Camping and Wild Hosses

Camping is awesome. I went camping the weekend before last and am just now getting the smell of campfire out of my beard. Myself and 3 other dudes met up at Mt. Rogers, VA (incidently, the highest point of elevation in this fine state at over 5,700 ft.) I love the woods and the critters and the staring at the campfire for hours. I'm telling you, there's something to that nature stuff. No computers, no cell phone, no nothin'... just a lot of walkin and a lot of thinkin. Plus, you get to pump and purify your own water right out of a mountain stream. And build fires.

Now I've done my fair share of hikin and campin, but one of the coolest parts about this trip were the wild horses. That's right - wild horses. Well, technically, I guess they are wild ponies. Huh. Apparently, hundreds of wild ponies roam around the Mt. Rogers area. Who knew? One even tried to eat my shoe. No kidding.

Shotgun - Part 1: Origins and Importance

Shotgun. You know what that is? It's a mean frickin' gun, that's what. It doesn't just put one hole in you - more like a hundred little tiny holes that sting like crap. Shotgun also the best way to ride in your buddy's car.

You see, back in the ol' stagecoach days, the fella that wasn't steerin them hosses sat up front with the driver and kept a lookout for suckas what that might try and rob said stagecoach - and the shotgun? Well, that, my friend, was his theft deterant. Nothin like two barrels o' buckshot to keep punk suckas off yer back.

So, clearly, aside from the actual driver's seat, shotgun is the best darn seat in the house. Yeah, it was cool when you were a kid riding the schoolbus to sit waaaaay in the back. But once you get access to some real wheels? If you ain't drivin, you want to be ridin shotgun.

Morally Obligated to Blog

OK... so 2 friends of mine I happen to work with started blogging. When the first dude got his blog site up and was like "Hey, go look at my cool blog site - it's the coolest, yo" I just made fun of him. Behind his back. Alot. (What was his URL again? epd9k.blogdork.com? epd9k.blognerd.net? epd9k.getafreakinlifeblog.gov? I had a hard time remembering at the time.)

However, despite my best attempts to dismiss this whole "blog" thing off as a passing phase, it doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. When friend/coworker #2 joined in the blog ring, it began to sink in for me - it was invevitable; I was doomed to follow. Basically, it was either jump in or become ostrasized... Their furtive glances and muttered words were already singling me out as 'the un-blogger,' 'the anti-blog,' 'the white infidel,' and 'unclean.' If you cut me, do I not bleed? Eh? Fellas? Fellas?

Honestly, my friendship with these dudes may have been in jeopardy had I not started the very blog you, Esteemed Reader, are now reading. I would not hesitate to go so far as to say that, given the circumstances, I was morally obligated to start this blog.

So, here I am, rockin' you like a hurricane. And to make amends to epd9k for making so much fun of him (alot... behind his back...) I am paying tribute by choosing the same blog template layout has he did. Sort of.