He's back!

Yeah, it's the all new Ford, back in the blogosphere.

Um... wahoo!

So, what happened?

Well, long story short, The Ford's Internet connection at home went a bit wonky, and, yadda yadda yadda, he went about 6 months without a new post of any signifigance.

What's covered in those yaddas?

Not a whole lot that's interesting, but if you really want to know, well, you've probably already contacted The Ford to find out. If not? Well, screw you.

The Ford's sitting in Atlanta this fine morning, running The Official Computer just a few blocks from Turner Field in the middle of his road trip to Florida for spring training.

(God help the grammarian who tries to parse that sentence...)

The Ford has had quite a 24 hours here in Tepid-lanta. (So named for its sudden cold snap.) There's nothing like crashing a house party in the gayest neighborhood in Atlanta -- actually, The Ford can't say for sure it's the GAYEST, per se; let's just say it was really gay -- getting booted from said party (twice) watching the Cougs basically collapse against Vandy, making friends with a North Dakota alum who just wanted to watch hockey on one of the biggest college basketball days of the year, catching a shuttle to a gay bar, bailing on the gay bar for a strip club, bailing on the strip club when a taxi magically appeared, and then bribing The Official Drinking Buddy to stay down in The Official Hotel Bar for an extra hour to give The Ford some, er, alone time with The Official Girlfriend.

Got all that?

Oh, and then An Official Coworker called, drunk off her ass, and the room decided to order Chinese food. And did The Ford mention The Official Girlfriend's search for The Official Glasses of The Official Girlfriend during a conversation with the Official Coworker, all while wearing The Official Bedsheet Toga and The Official Sun Hat of The Ford.

Yes, quite a night.

Really, The Ford could see himself staying in Atlanta for quite a while.

Well, if he weren't decamping for Florida in about an hour.