Pasty-faced Irishmen should not wander about in the sun. Our place is in the cave, slaving away with pixels and the terribly important logo design. Our only sunshine should be the stuff that filters in through the little cracks between the blinds.

But, Brewgrass was great fun. Laughs and ideas, affirmations and a sense of being on the brink of a world-changing. Tasers for the poor and beer for the thirsty.

As I was sitting here rubbing aloe on my lobsterized forehead (or fivehead in my case) I begain to think. I don’t generally wax lovely, but I gotta say - and you know who you are - I could not think of a better group of sailors to be on this boat with. We’ve got the captain, we’ve got the first mate, the navigator and the ship’s glorious missus. I’d be happy to just swab the poop deck.

But, we’re at sea and we’re reaching for our promise…

LAND HO!!!

(For those of you that get it - thanks. I love you all. For those of you scratching your head - sorry for having done a little bit of personal inventory here on FreakinAsheville. Tomorrow, the usually bitter Jimdiggity will return. Fear not.)

FreakinAsheville.com. We’re still getting a few things ironed out - but we’re working hard. So please stop complaining. We’re re-installing all the users, and you’ll be getting emails with updates and a special little offer from us.

But - here’s what you can do right now. Hit the message boards anonymously. Create a new blog (or blogs, or websites - tutorial here) and generally rock this thing. Yo.

We’re essentially using you all as guinea pigs, but we’re not doing any structural damage beyond this. What you’re seeing now is the bare bones of a thriving society. It’ll change daily - and you’re going to be amazed.

Hell, we are. You should be too. Really…