Squeal like a pig, bee-atch!

My title is so inappropriate, I can't stand it, but it makes me laugh.

Tomorrow I leave for Alabama, home of college football greatness, kudzu, and my very good friend, John Mantooth. For future reference, refer to him only as "Mantooth." You're blessed with a name like that, you wear it like a badge of Mantoothyness.

But the purpose of the trip, besides killing brain cells, is to reunion-ize with my online writing group, "Snutch Labs." Yes, that Snutch Labs. I look forward to an intense weekend of writing, critiquing, crying, gawking (a lot) and laughing...lots and lots of laughing.

Snutch formed from the ashes of the Borderlands Boot Camp of August 06 (class of 06 rules!). We originally consisted of five members: myself (cuz we go in alphabetical order) Kurt "fuckin'" Dinan (the fearless leader), the aforementioned John Mantooth, Petra Miller and Erik Williams. We picked up a straggler along the way - the immensely talented and wonderfully chested Kim Despins - the mistress of the interwebs for the whole group, and soon to be Borderlands graduate. We like to think we graduated in 06, and Kim will in 09 (along with Erik, again), but we're sophomoric.

These people are family. I've been in their physical presence less than a week total, but due to shared experiences - Borderlands and WHC 2008 - and a shared devotion and understanding of the commitment it takes to write, I'm probably closer with them than many people I see everyday. Not my real family, of course, cuz Morgan could kick all their asses and then yell "that's disgusting!" And Nick is awesome, and Nichelle is hot enough to melt my keyboard- and puts up with me (there's a special place in heaven just for doing that). But I'm looking much forward to a weekend of debauchery, stimulating conversation and Petra and Kim in bathing suits - or out of bathing suits.

I'll report back soon - I've got plans for this blog thing. They're just lame.