For some reason I can't really sing "Rocky Mountain High" when referencing the impending Mountain Trip weekend. I think it's because it's a song about the Rockies and that's not where we're going.

I can't even begin to describe how excited I am about the trip and the opportunity to hang out with some of the best people I know for a full weekend AND have Monday off. I'm bringing my poker chip set and maybe there will be time for me to take Russ and Stacy G. down properly and crown myself King of No Limit. However, I will not do this because Russ is really good and since Stacy and I have yet another bet (this one being "who can drink the most without passing out"), I will probably have NO idea what I'm doing and will lose the whole damn thing.

By the way Ln, I'm afraid of any and all animals larger than myself (no really...I don't even like cows) and so I'll be with the people not riding the horses around. But I will be in total action for the big game on Sunday!!! I don't even know if I've ever been drunk for the Superbowl since most of the time I was busy doing things with pledges (I was in a fraternity at one time...well I'm still in since you never real...oh nevermind) and then I graduated and had to work on Mondays. Now I get the chance to get drunk and not remember a single commercial.

Sweet.

Anyway, in a totally unrelated subject I was digging through some archived posts and really liked a few of them. I saw an idea in action via another blogger who on his one year anniversary of blogging he just posted a full years worth of highlights into one week. I have since decided to rip this idea off completely and do the same thing. Oh I can't wait for March. In fact, I'm so in love with myself I might stretch this into two weeks. Nice.

I did find that I ranted a lot in my previous blogs and some of them tended to be really funny. It came to my mind while reading those posts that I am actually quite good at bitching. I hate to use the term "complaining" because then it makes me seem like I care and I don't. Bitching to me means I'm just doing it and I can live with that. So periodically, I'd invite all of you to shoot me a message on AIM at KitZeus99 or an e-mail at KitZeus99 [at] aol.com and give me a topic to rant on from time to time. It'll keep the bitchy blood veins flowing.

For tonight, I'll pick my own topic and then leave you for bed (HA!)...

I was watching 24 last night as I always do on Monday and I found something quite interesting that really had nothing to do with the show itself. There was a moment in time when Walt admitted to the President that he was aiding the terrorists because of the politics of oil and I thought to myself "Self, should we be mad about this? Is this some liberal Hollywood message being subliminally sent to my brain to tell me that war for oil is bad?" Then the conversation progressed into "Self, Jack Bauer is the baddest ass ever, but is he left wing or right wing?"

I determined at that point that I was going to watch my head explode into a million pieces on the ground so I just quit thinking and watched more ass kicking. I did come to a small conclusion that Jack Bauer is completely right wing but Keifer might be a bit on the liberal side. Well he's probably a lot on the liberal side. Say it ain't so, Jack.

But seriously, we've already gotten that Hollywood is a breeding ground for unfounded liberalism and ridiculously stupid people (see: Sean Penn), but does ANYONE really need another "George Bush is bad so we must make stories about his politics" plot? Did anyone see Syriana? I'm not posing that question as a guy who has seen the movie and all that jazz. I'm legitimately asking if anyone saw the damn movie. To be so "critically acclaimed," it might as well have been straight to DVD. You don't like George Bush? That's cool man. I really don't either but hell, it's the best option we have. Just don't get all pissy and try to shit down my throat because I repeatedly point out that complaining all the time and grandstanding at Senate Confirmation hearings is like booing at the Special Olympics. Sure, it's seems like a fun idea, but does it really get anything done?

You want to really get something done in D.C. and/or Hollywood? Come up with a FUCKING PLAN. I don't give a damn if it's the most ridiculous one in the world, but at least have something on paper. Hell, if you even open up Microsoft Word and type "give Iraq back to the Iraqis, then eat PBJs and play 'hide the tip with your sister'", I'll throw in a blank CD so you can turn it into a powerpoint presentation. Just stop wasting my fucking time by grandstanding so dipshit groups like moveon.org will donate more money to your worthless cause and line your pockets a little more.

We're all corrupt man. The whole fucking thing is the Titanic so stop polishing the brass. Until then, do something constructive like, hell I don't know, YOUR JOB. Pass a law, screw an intern, take a liquid lunch down at "Cheers." Just stop fucking with my idea of freedom. You have the right to say whatever you want, but I want more people to use their right to tell you to shut the fuck up.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- In the preview for next week's 24 there is someone in the next episode that will be making a return (someone was hiding behind the bed and they didn't want you to see who it was). Any ideas on who that could be? I got dibs on the Terror Teen (thanks Stacy G.) Behruz from last year.

So I've been tagged by another blogger. What "tagged" means, I don't know, but I haven't even took her out on a date. Does that make me a slut?

Anyway, you tagged, so I'm answering.


Four Jobs I've had:
1. Waiter
2. Bouncer/Bartender (Bouncer...that's funny to me)
3. Radio Advertising Sales Rep
4. Account Executive for Colgate-Palmolive in the "freight" sense.

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Forrest Gump
2. Old School
3. Wedding Crashers
4. Love Actually

Four places I've lived (in chronological order):
1. Perry, GA
2. Athens, GA
3. Savannah, GA
4. Atlanta, GA

Four TV shows I love (in order of how much I love them):
1. 24
2. House
3. The O.C.
4. WWE Raw (stop laughing)

Ten highly regarded and recommended TV shows that I've never watched a single minute of:
1. My Name is Earl
2. The Office
3. Six Feet Under
4. The West Wing
5. Nip/Tuck
6. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
7. C.S.I. Miami and New York
8. Desperate Housewives
9. Grey's Anatomy
10. The Shield

Four places I've vacationed (I'm including some bowl trips):
1. Road-tripped most of FL once
2. New Orleans, LA
3. Chicago, IL
4. Bahamas

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Pizza
2. Pot Roast with Rice and Gravy
3. Fincher's BBQ (burgers included)
4. Spaghetti

Four sites I visit daily:
1. Blogs
2. E-mail
3. Dawgbone.net
4. BankofAmerica.com

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. London, England
2. Orange County, CA (just for the experience of "rich snobby people")
3. Australia
4. Denver, CO (I don't know why, I just would like to see some mountains)

Four bloggers I am tagging:
1. Stacy G. (the one from Perry)
2. Fly High Jen
3. Staisha
4. The Georgia Sports Blog (actually, I'm just doing it so people will click over there)

Well I guess that's all for now.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

So I spent the better part of tonight revamping the blog. I told you guys I wasn't going to post again until it got a makeover.

I hope you like it.

Please let me know if you have any problems leaving comments, seeing things, links not working, etc. I basically took someone else's template and merged it with a blogger template. So this bastard child of blogger is ready to roll.

By the way, if anyone knows how to move "The Dawg-gone Blog" to where it appears over the collage, I'd greatly appreciate the tip.

Anyway, take a look around and click the links n' shit.

Have a kickass weekend.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

As I type this, I have successfully (this is ironic, by the way) went from $85 in my poker account to $30. I did well in a couple of tournaments today, lost a couple more bigger ones, then won a BUNCH of money in cash games and then I lost even more than that. Since then I've rebounded to win $15 and I'm DONE for the night.

I hope Stacy G. did better tonight that I did. Here's the text message sent to me before I had what I like to call "The Meltdown."

"Tonight's poker game is played in your honor."

I'm sure Whitney, [NAME REDACTED], Rob, Keith, and Ln all appreciated the same text message and were as equally as touched as myself.

Anyway, I was told today via e-mail that I have excellent grammatical skills. That's a first from the people that I work with who have to listen to me speak "Perry" on a daily basis to truck drivers.

While I'm getting my blog on, I'm watching this new show "Love Monkey." I think the main character is the same guy who was the lead in "Ed," which I heard was a great show but never watched. It seems to be a good show so far, but I honestly think its day, time, and the fact that it's January will hurt it and it will be canceled within 2 months. Maybe at an earlier time it would be a decent hit. If they give it a full half season, it might stick around. Let's hope so. But moving on from the perspective of the guy who schedules TV shows...

What I like about the show is how it's about music. I mean there isn't a show out there, excluding American Idol, that is about music. Much less one that is about the music business. Song Writer, I would emplore you to check it out when you get the chance. You might like it. But what I like is CBS taking a chance on attracting a younger, iPod driven crowd mixing comedy and undiscovered music in a show that doesn't suck. Please understand that the only thing I'd rather do than be in the spotlight is to be the reason the spotlight is shown on someone else. I wanted to be a record exec. when I first started college, which was the reason I became a public relations major. Well...that panned out. But the plan is to get the Song Writer famous and then he can network me into a label. I'm sure it'll work.

Now the show's over. It was awesome. I hope it sticks.

Trivia tomorrow (tonight depending on when you're reading) I hope.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- By the time I post a new blog, this whole thing will have a brand new layout. I'm almost 25. I need change.

For those of you named Stacy G. , P-town is ghetto fab slang for Perry, Georgia. Perry happens to be the metropolis that I grew up in while being surrounded by pastures, a fair, and quite possibly the best friends that I don't deserve.

My weekend was spent doing numerous things that I would love to go into detail about, but if I could remember them clearly, it'd be one long post. Here's what you need to know...

• When it comes to partying, if I apply myself I get into a zone where it's like I'm back in college shape. However, if I don't have the will to do it, then it's a moot point. This was evidenced by my hardcore attitude on Friday followed up by a mediocre night on Saturday (drinking wise that is). Hell, I even had it for FREE on Saturday and couldn't do it.
• I have the best friends in the world. Not just the ones from Perry either. The more I sit back and look around, the more I realize how lucky I am. I have great friends here in Atlanta and I have wonderful ones back in Perry. Thank God I have these friends because they bring out all those memories of being a kid, doing stupid shit, and loving it the whole time. You can't go home again, but that doesn't mean you can't want to sometimes.
• Part of growing older means partly letting go of some things you find comfortable. I've always had my "girls" and by "girls" I mean Dan@, Erin, and the like. I've always been protective of them, chewed their asses when they fucked up, and then got chewed for chewing in the first place. However, they're all grown up and have found some of the best guys for them. It's comforting to see them so happy and it puts a bit of the ole "hope" in someone like me who kind of wishes for that to happen sooner or later...except the whole "finding a guy part." I'm not a star from Brokeback Mountain, but MacGuyver is.
• I can't recall a time before this weekend when I went home and didn't spend one night in my bed. Now THAT'S a helluva weekend.

Well, I need to get back to my tournament before I get put out way too soon. To everyone I saw this weekend, please know that it was one of the best I've had in years. Can't wait to do it again!!!

Jack Bauer owns your soul.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Which is why you're not dead...

Apparently, my ex is as dangerous as Chuck Norris. Which is why 3/5 of the people who posted comments on the last blog posted as anonymous. I do count, however, Dana's post as anonymous even though she said who she was at the end. Still, it's a staggering statistic.

I had a blast at trivia last night and even though I'm super tired, I'm still up blogging and washing clothes for the wedding I will be attending this weekend in P-town. I honestly can't wait to see some old friends again and hopefully Jonathan's new girl, who apparently is the one if he can keep her around. If he's lasted more than 2 weeks (which he has), I think he has a legitimate shot. Damn I'm single.

Anyway, I find myself getting more and more excited about Mountain Trip weekend. The only problem is that I have so much going on that I need a new name for it. Friday is the birthday, Saturday and Sunday are Mountain trip, and Monday is RAW at Philips Arena (and a day off). Now, I keep dropping that Friday is my birthday but I hope everyone understands that I'm one of those people that is quite apathetic towards my "special day." Honestly, a birthday this year does nothing for me except lower my car insurance. Now THAT'S a present.

I just saw a commercial for Brokeback Mountain. Reminds me of our trivia name last night:

"Jack Bauer makes MacGuyver look like a star from Brokeback Mountain."

How true.

I had writer's block for about 15 minutes until I typed "writer" and then I thought of the Song Writer, who I have had the pleasure of sharing a few conversations as of late with. He's been kind enough to include me in the growth of a particular tune he is in the process of writing, which I find intriguing and a few different levels. Not only is it becoming a great tune, but the actual process of writing the tune and watching it grow is pretty cool. I have no other words to describe it. It's nice to see a friend doing exactly what they were meant to do.

Anyway, I've got some busy weekends ahead of me. I can't wait for them.

By the way, the ex is still in "pending" status.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

It is a universal truth that we are victims of our actions. These are called "consequences" and whether intentional or unintentional, very rarely do we not encounter the consequence of a said action.

Such is The Facebook and Myspace. I have become members of both "organizations" sadly, in an effort to draw more readership to the blog. Now I'll be completely honest when I say that I'm incredibly proud of what I write and how I write it. It's not exactly considered "humble" to look at your work, admire it yourself, and then pimp it out for all the world to see. Call me egotistical (you wouldn't be the first) but it's one of the only things that I do that I'm truly proud of, so damn it, I will be proud without apologies.

So there's my action. Pimping the blog via The Facebook and Myspace.

My consequence...people requesting my friendship when I'm uncertain as to whether or not I like them.

I would say there'd be more than one exhibit a, but there's not. It's just that yesterday my ex, who's probably reading this and getting VERY pissed, requested to be my friend on The Facebook. Now, this is very High School oriented, so if you haven't figured out by now this blog will be written as satire, then you should really stop taking me so seriously.

But what do I do? I don't like her. Hell she doesn't like me. We're decent to each other and I'm completely over her. I gotta be honest, she still looks good (on the right). I can't deny her that. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to sit down and discuss how great our sex lives are (a topic I'm sure she'd dominate...that's funny for two reasons, I'll let you figure them both out).

I mean I'm finally over her. Am I ready to jump into a Facebook friendship with her? What if we rush things? What if someone catches feelings? What if it's not just one Facebook interaction? The possibilities and implications of a failed Facebook courtship is not one I'm ready to comprehend at this point in my life.

I think for the time being I'll just wait it out, sleep on it and make a decision at a further point in the future. I might consult an oracle or something in the process. Who knows?

Push comes to shove, there's always the Jack Bauer approach: "You're only conscious because I don't want to carry you." Superb.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

*By the way, if you don't click those links, you're gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that)

Tonight's been an interesting night.

Forgive me in advance. This is not a joyous happy blog, a sad blog, or a blog about the Dawgs...well, I will say that Levi Stukes draining that 3 at the buzzer earlier today to beat the Gamecocks at USC was pretty fucking cool.

Moving on.

Tonight has been the kind of night where I wish I lived alone again. I really would give anything to spend tonight back at my old place in Savannah, playing poker, watching movies and pouring Jack all by myself. Then hopping in my car (not drunk by the way), opening the sun roof and driving to Tybee to watch the moon dance off the marsh. As much as I hated that place there was something about it that made me become comfortable with being by myself.

Tonight has been a lot like that. Living with my aunt and cousin, I rarely have the chance to pour a stiff one and spend my time getting drunk by myself. I know that seems a bit sad and depressing, but every once in a while I really enjoyed it.

I had a long conversation with a good friend not too long ago about the darker side of ourselves and how it helps foster the brighter side. Think of it as your brain giving you fucked up dreams at night as a way to relieve itself from keeping you sane every day. It works its ass off so you don't end up in a straight jacket, but it's got to play sometime. That's kind of what the darker side of most people is like. We want to get drunk alone, listen to depressing music, and just drive around smelling the salt air in the moonlight. I won't lie when I say that I'm ready to move on to the more domesticated side of life, but at this very moment, I'm actually enjoying wishing about it more than having it.

Hence the reason for the title "Sparks." I was watching Wedding Crashers while I was in the midst of a poker tourney tonight and it just kind of struck me. "Sparks," if I've done my research correctly, is a Coldplay tune from the Parachutes album. I was blown away by sound of the music, the tone of voice, and how it lightly pushes your emotions around without you even knowing it. I immediately downloaded it and have been looping it ever since. It's this song that actually drives me to want to be back in Savannah right now.

There's no doubt it's a good thing that I haven't been depressed in a long time, but on the other hand, it's been so long since I felt "dark" that it's almost like seeing a friend again after a long absence. I mean let's be honest, I wasn't a fan of the Savannah lifestyle, but I did a lot of growing up down there. A ton of maturing as well as a ton of soul searching. I'll be 25 in less than 3 weeks but I feel like I have the brain of a 35 year old. I don't have a five year plan, but I have a five year goal. It feels good to know that you want something but still be excited enough to discover what it exactly is that you want.

I think a lot of this is driven by the fact that the deal between The Girl and I is essentially done. After her events, there's no way for me to salvage anything so I might as well press on. I hate to keep dragging on and on about her because I know that makes me come across as a bit stalkerish after only one night together, but I have got to tell you folks, it was one helluva night. And get your minds out of the gutters kids. I'm not talking about that kind of a helluva night. For one night someone thought I was something special and I felt the same way. My jokes were funny, my job was interesting and my smile was charming. For a night, it wasn't about the booze or the fact that it was New Years. It was about conversation and "well, isn't this nice." I haven't ever had a conversation with someone like that. I hope I can do it again sometime.

So that will be the last you hear about The Girl.

It has come to my attention that many of us have multiple blogs. In the same conversation with the good friend mentioned above we both admitted that we have our own secret blogs. I have one that I REALLY like the title of...so much that it pains me not to post the blog itself. Hell, I even like the web address of it, but since I made a deal with myself not to share the blog with anyone, I doubt you'll even know what it looks like, where it is, or the title. One day I'll find a way to work the web addy and the title into a blog and you'll never know the difference.

But my secret blog is where I can be dark like I used to. Especially when I'm trying to figure shit out and I don't want anyone to worry about me. Sometimes I just have to be dark. I mean I hate to let you guys know, but I can't always be the funny one. I mean sometimes I just have got to get out there and be depressed and be sad and when that happens I have to write. I just have to write where you guys can't see it.

So tonight when I lay down and finally go to bed I hope to dream about "Sparks" playing as I drive my way through the marsh with nothing but stars a big bright moon above me. I might even think about the night I never felt more alone when i was driving by myself last year on New Years coming home from the strip club (I had a remote there...Sadly, I was working). I remember listening to Coast to Coast and their New Year's predictions and as I drove over the gigantic bridge on the way back, looking at all the lights of River Street and the cargo ships below me. That's when I realized how small we all are in relative to the big picture. What the big picture is, I didn't know then and I don't know now, but that night I realized that it's pretty fucking big.

Anyway, thanks for reading this mess. Here's to smiles, sunshine and puppies tomorrow.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

No, I'm not blogging about quite possibly my least favorite Dave Matthews Band song.

Tonight I watched the highly recommended movie Crash. Overall, I'd have to say that it was very well written with great acting and a cast that made sense. I know that seems like a pretty general statement, but the actors fit the characters quite nicely. I was particularly pleased with Ludacris' performance. Very solid movie. Worth the price of admission.

I've been thinking about this particular blog for the past two days. Even though I don't know if I'll have anything worthwhile to say, but I do know that it's been a very productive weekend and one of those weekends where you sit back and say "damn, I'm really lucky."

Friday night was pretty much uneventful. I got a disturbing call on Friday afternoon from The Girl's best friend (who I am good friends with) saying that things between The Girl and I were going to be put on hold for more important things. The "more important thing" was that The Girl tragically lost her brother on Thursday evening to a drug overdose. The first thing I could think of was how I have nothing to say to any of that. Since I barely know The Girl, there's nothing I could offer. Subsequently, since The Girl and I aren't close and we have a pending date, there's no way for me to offer condolences without coming across as the guy who is only being nice because he has an ulterior motive.

All in all, I will call The Girl late this upcoming week to offer my condolences but past that I won't bring anything up. I'm positive she won't answer the phone when I call so I'll let her know that sometimes when things like this happen everyone wants to be a support for said sad person to lean on. While this is a great thing (to have support), it sometimes becomes overbearing. So when she doesn't want to talk about her brother or how much she misses him, she can dial my number and we can debate politics or whatever. Sometimes talking to a "stranger" can be better than talking to your best friend. Hopefully I won't lose contact with her, but I hope she makes it through this whole thing OK.

Moving on...

I got a call from Amos on Friday evening saying that he was going to be in Athens on Saturday. At that point in time I realized that I'll be in Athens as well and so I made plans to make the impending fun as painless as possible on my wallet. So I won $150 playing poker. Then I cashed out $100. If things go as planned, I'll come out even once the money hits the bank.

Saturday was nice. I got in Athens and saw Amos, Jonathan, Jarrod, and the always beautiful Sarah Wilson. Drinking and fun times with old friends ensued and it was a blast all the way around. I also drunk dialed Stacy G. I think she enjoyed it. I give good phone.

I also saw a white kid run from the cops and then get his ass beat. Fun times.

I woke up at 09:00 on Sunday and met Gunner, Chief (or is it The Chief?), and The Diva at Star$$ (that's "bucks") at 10:00. Amos was supposed to be there at 10:00 as well, but apparently, he can't hang like he used to. He was there at 11:00.

We shared stories, I saw The Diva in action, and we all talked about how excited we are about the impending Mountain Trip. I get more and more excited about it day by day. Hush Chief. I get excited for reasons other than what you believe. That goes for you too Russ, Ln, and everyone else.

Basically, the update isn't as important as the message. This past weekend was a time when I just sat back and enjoyed life. I mean I had a great time all the way around. After seeing old friends, making a couple of new ones, and just having fun, I realized that I am probably one of the most blessed individuals out there. I have a lot to work to do in my personal life with minor things, but all in all, I'm very glad to be me and to have the wonderful people that surround me. I consistently find myself talking to people I admire and learning more from them by just listening to their take on things. I can't say it enough. I'm totally thankful for what I think I don't deserve.

(Many minutes pass)

I just got off the phone with the Song Writer. His ears must've been burning when I was talking about people I am lucky enough to know. Between Moutain Trip, Dad Trip, Nashville Trip, and Savannah Trip, I won't know what to do with myself or where else to go. It's a great problem to have.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

I present to you...

"The Ulimate Wedding Crashers."

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- I apologize for not giving credit where credit is due. The above trailer was this guy's idea.

I watched "Wedding Crashers." (PLEASE click the link and watch the trailer...it's a special one and safe for work)

I thought it was good. Not nearly as funny as The 40 Year Old Virgin, but good anyway. I am slowly learning through movies and experiences as of late that I don't want to be single anymore. However, I'm really fucking tired of trying to figure shit out. Thank God for Samuel Adams' Cherry Wheat Beer.

Had a great time with Russ, GG, and Stacy G. last night.

Poor Stacy owes me (and I think a lot of other people) money. I might make her pay. I might not. I haven't decided yet.

I want to blog more because I realize that the more "bad" shit that happens to me (I put "bad" in quotations because it's not really bad, it's just more of an inconvenience), the more I want to write because I tend to think 10 million times more about "what this means" or "what that means" or "does 'it' mean anything at all or is 'it' just 'it'"?

Dizzy yet? Good.

I do play good poker when I'm "blue" though. I wouldn't say exceptional, because I did suffer one bad beat tonight and but I got very lucky twice in the second tourney in which I finished...second.

However, the profits outweighed the losses tonight which means I'll go into the black for yet another evening.

I'm tired.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

For those of you wondering and for those of you not, I thought I'd pass along that I'm much better now.

Yesterday was a tough one on a lot of different levels but I have found one thing out....I play better poker when I'm pissed and/or depressed.

Update:

1) The girl thing isn't too bad now. It's not perfect, but better...and I'll take better.

2) The Dawgs still lost.

3) Mountain trip appears to be back on.

Two out of Three ain't bad.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Seriously, I don't think any of you realize how shitty I feel right now. Here are the reasons...


1) Things with the girl are non existent. I don't like that.

2) Dawgs got killed (more on this later on)

3) Mountain trip is off for the time being.


I'm going to bed early.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

By the way, no Dawg news in this post. This will be all from the Notorious One and I doubt I'll mention UGA football but maybe once or twice in the whole post.

This past weekend I was in Athens having some good old fashioned college fun (see: Drunk). Took in a basketball game, went to the Blind Pig, and basically just had a great time.

I also met someone new and fun, but in an effort to not get too giddy, excited, or ruin the damn thing, I'll just have to wait and put that in a later post; if I do so at all.

I got plenty of calls, text messages and the like on Saturday evening so thanks to all who sent me well wishes. I would've returned the favor, but I have a blog and you can read my well wishes here. I did have a nice phone conversation, albeit short, with The Song Writer. Apparently, no other artist in history is as big as Garth Brooks was in his prime. It was a very interesting discussion and one I hope to continue in Nashville soon.

By the way, as I write this, I'm in the midst of playing in a very large poker tournament. Unlike some people (who will also tell me that that I shouldn't be blogging in the midst of a tourney), I don't win the big ones so I'm sure by the end of the post, I'll be out. However, I do tend to make it well on past the first break and my chip stack is solid, so we'll see what happens.

Anyway, apartment hunting will be tomorrow with Jeb. Hopefully we'll find the nicest cheapest place right off of 285. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. A decision needs to be made rather quickly.

I'm being pretty random here, but it's nice to just write. I haven't just sat down and wrote in so long. If you think about how much this blogged has changed since its inception, it's actually quite mind boggling. When I started writing this I was so damn confused I didn't know whether to wind my butt or scratch my watch (thank you Trudy from Steel Magnolias). Now I feel like this has turned into more of a sports type blog than me trying to figure out the world at large. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing Dawg commentary. I love the college and the game so much that it just comes natural to want to talk UGA football. However, I don't want to lose site of what I originally wanted my blog to be, which was more commentary based.

Hence the reason for my last post when I said that there were going to be some changes around here over the next month. I'm going to completely reinvent this thing and bring a new layout and idea to the page. Don't get me wrong. I still want to be labeled a blog about UGA Football. I don't mind that at all. However, that business is dominated by guys like PWD and Dawgbone.net who do a phantastic job. I've got a funny quirk here and there, but they are the best at what they do.

So, I'll probably take a little more time off this week and sift through some archives of the blog just to kind of see what the vibe was then as opposed to now. I'm just going to try to find some middle ground and build around in that area.

Happy New Year everyone, and thanks, as always, for stopping by.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.