Promises kept

Here are some not so random thoughts and a few loose ends wrapped up. Basically, promises promised and kept. . . . . . mostly.

#1: If I were at some point in my life a Boy Scout or even a Cub Scout, then the statement I made to Crashie http://crashedsite.blogspot.com/ would have been taken with more trust. As it is, never having been a Boy or Cub Scout, my use of the phrase "Scout's Honor" meant nothing. I'm sorry, but I actually did go camping with my actual father, I know how to build a lean to out of sticks, build a fire without matches (not that I would, because that is not exactly a leisure activity), skin and field dress a rabbit and/or fish (and other assorted wild game) and cook myself a campfire meal. I also know how to purify creek water, safetly cross a creek, build a raft etc etc. My Dad also taught me to be polite to the elderly and to try and give back to the community and environment. So, I understand the whole Honor and Integrity thing. . . . I just don't have those cool shorts or a bunch of patches. I never was a Boy Scout, but I taught all my friends who were how to do the stuff that earned them those patches. I tend to think of myself more as a Man Scout. . . . . uh. . . . . that didn't come out right. . . . . forget the whole man scout thing. That is a little too homo-erotic for me. . . . . but then again, so were the Boy Scout's (hahahahahahahahahahahaha) Boy Scout, no. Honor, Yes!

Promise Kept #3: I promised myself I would at least post once a week from now on. So I am killing 3 birds with one stone. I at one time had a loyal following of about 7 regular commenters. That number has reduced significantly due to my lack of posts and stalking other bloggers. I mean to make ammends for this travesty and again begin my quest for world domination through creating blog groupies. I don't have a legitimate "groupie" yet, so I have a long way to go.

Promise kept #2: I know this is a lame excuse for a post, but I never really specified that I would blow your socks off. So Heart http://lifeonthefarside.blogspot.com/ , I guess this will have to do. If anyone knows of a MBA job in San Fran and an easy way to get a work visa. . . . be a pal and pass on the info. But back to the socks blowing off. Heart did me a favor recently, I believe you all read the teaser about it below. Well, this is not the thank you post. I still have to take a couple of pictures. I know, lame. But I will tease you a little further with letting you know it was something that deserves far better than I can give from 3000 miles away. But oh the things I could give if she wasn't. . . . . . . .(insert innuendo here). . . . . . . . wait a minute? What did I just write. tease, yeah. deserves better, yeah. 3000 miles, yeah. Uh, ok. Apparently I have a little bit of a crush on Heart. . . . makes sense since I have been stalking her for a while. She apparently also has "needs" that I fill, so, you can see why my mind took a little detour. Sorry for the bumpy ride. . . . . . nah, too easy. The innuendo, not her! Well, I don't really know, but not her. I don't think. Anyway, our relationship is complex. A stalker turned friend so to speak. Again, hard to stalk from 3000 miles away, but I am talented. Not so much as Heart, but skilled none the less. (another teaser or innuendo as your mind allows)

You might be asking yourself, or questioning my ability to function in society since I went 1, 3, 2. But really, would you seriously think I wouldn't take the opportunity to be the meat in a Heart and Crashie sandwich? Sha, right. Did we meet?

Hi, I'm Spaceman Spiff. You can call me Spiffy. Tell all your friends, I'm back. . . . . to let you know. . . . . I can really shake em down. . . . . . dah dah dah dah dah. . . . do you love me. Do you love me, now that I can dance. (sorry for the Dirty Dancing reference, but as horrible as it is, you all know you like it) Pffft, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." I hope they shot the writer who wrote that particular line. I'm just saying.