Reporting from Moot (posting on my blackberry)

We're in Jared's parent's backyard. It's a choice Mootspot.

Attendees: Rod, De, Shank, Bird, Stroke, and Blo, who has reconstituted his phantasmogorthic existence and incorporated amongst us as a corporeal being.

For the moment, Blo is real. Let me poke him with my finger.

Real!

We've eaten some excellent steaks, debated Paedo/Credo, enjoyed our favorite non-alcoholic beverages and discussed De's fence-sitting ways vis-a-vis Calvinism.

We also have talked about movies, The Office, Vince Young, and about how the Rockets owned the Spurs tonight.

Some of the attendees have lit their stogies. Everyone has marvelled at Jared's top-notch humidor.

Blo's worried about turning green. Long story.

More later, perhaps . . .