Nah, I'd prefer to think of myself as duly reverent of recognition, no matter how perfunctory. It seems my name found itself onto the Blogroll of Stephen Green's Vodkapundit, one of my tiny but beloved Blogpatrol. I am most likely leaking some youthful naiveté by gushing, but hell--nothing's more exciting than a road sign having popped up and pointing in your direction. For lack of a more succinct description, it's cool. Thank you, Stephen.
Speaking of road signs, I just completed my three-day trip to Albany; I held the title of Roadcommander (Strassekommandant?) and drove the 17 hours required for the round trip with my trusty first lieutenant, Paul. We met our old buddy Ed, as well as one of Ed and Paul's college pals, Doug. A short visit, really, since Friday and Sunday were more than three-quarters spent driving; but--my my!--what we packed into it. Movies, catching up, sightseeing, video games, and...
...women. Ed, see, works for SUNY Albany; Albany, a quaint, hygienic college city/town, is the host of yet another college. For those of you unfamiliar with Cleveland's severe underpopulation by the 25-30-year-old female age group, now try to understand the joy Paul and I felt to suddenly be thrust into the midst of dozens of beautiful babies. It was as if some giant, Greco-mythological glass woman had shattered and her shards bore countless girlies. Fantastic. If only we were players, rather than generally conservative singles--though not quite shy as we gave them all the looks they could handle (and return; really, a good weekend).
Well-earned slumber is next on the itinerary. Onward!