What's up Scooter?

"What's Up Scooter?"

I stopped to meet my wife at the Skidmore College Campus where she works the other day. I was early and had some time. I don't go to the mailbox without my camera. This day was no exception so I grabbed my trusty friend and decided to walk around the beautiful grounds for a while. The scene above begged my camera for attention. The caption just seconds behind. The People insignia seemed to fit the Blue Ribbon day to a T. That's the way it goes for me. Blog material, life material is there for the taking. We walk right through the middle of it every day, we complain how life sucks, and then we come home and wilt like lettuce left on the counter. Thankfully I discovered a venue to grab a little extra life on the way through and so this blog was born. There are thousands out there doing the same thing. I stumble upon them. I seek them out. Yes, I have left my television for another. Television has sucked the brain matter from my head for too long. Mostly I am confused about when the shows end and the commercials begin. I will still keep the big boy flat screen for my Sunday football fix and a Friday night taste of Triple D (Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives), but I think the relationship is pretty much over. I have my blog and my blog has me. There are places and people to discover and since I have to keep showing up at the time clock, it looks like the world I explore will have to remain as an internet/real world combo. That's okay with me too. There is always fresh coffee just a few steps away. The heat is on, and I can write a post before I shave. What amazes me are the number of (Real) talented people, young and old out here doing this; sharing, writing, and snapping shudders like there's no tomorrow. What does bother me, and I try not to venture there much, are the hurtful and sensationalistic blogs. I imagine their numbers far out number the  stop and smell the coffee type like mine. But that is the joy of it. People venture where they feel comfortable. I am very appreciative of those who feel that way here. I don't have a mission statement per say but would hope no one leaves here in a snit. Life's too short for that.