tonight we blog, tomorrow we ride

I am off to Germany Wednesday night on one of them flying machines. One thing my Great Uncle Karl-Heinz always told me:

Son, he'd say, if you go up in the flying machine there is always a chance you might die. And if there is a chance you might die tromorrow, you must blog with passion tonight.

Don't know about passion, but at least I'm blogging a little. Uncle Karl-Heinz would be happy.

Not much to say, I've been busier than a one-toothed dog working on a bone. My professional life is kind of going nuts right now. There is a whole lot of shit going on and I am faced with some very tough decisions over the next few days, even as I lounge poolside with Baby Bungle in Munich. I hope I figure it out. What I've been through already has been at times exhilarating, contentious, disappointing and most of all humbling. I'm probably imagining it, but it seems like every time I try to break out of my routine and make things a little better for myself, I get slapped down.

Someday, after a bank error makes me rich, I will tell you all about it.

In the meantime, please visit this exciting new site from a certain someone you all know and enjoy.

And please also dig another fine softball recap from Joe Monkeyweb.

Speaking of softball, I have come up with an exclamation that I will use following my next called-shot HR. For ten points, what is it?

Oh, and hey Moncrief, the angry dude (NSFW) on the blogger profile is former Cubs manager Lee Elia, one of the most articulately profane men of his time.

I voted for Elliott again this week. I think Paris is done tonight.

Expect moderate to heavy German blogging, complete with photos of the locals. From what I understand, the Germans are a silly, silly people.