Bad Idea

I remember one outing as a Boy Scout where we were practicing our lashings.  They gave everybody a six foot pole and we then proceeded to spend the rest of the afternoon sneaking up on fellow scouts and from behind stick the pole between their legs and another scout in front of the person would grab it and then we would proceed to lift it up forcefully.  How did we ever have any kids later in life?

Rant Proof Zone

You have already stated you will never use my employer again and yet for some reason you think I’m going to sit here and listen to you ramble on about why you’re never going to partake in our services again, nope.  I’m just going to disconnect the call and get on with my day and go to my Cabin In The Woods.

Live Ninth Year

My blog is still here, but am I?  Nope, I’m just an avatar.  We reduced the publishing to three days a week recently since we were running out of things to say, but that has improved as of late.  So in the world of the Would Be Hermit, what the fuck is happening!  That being said, we’re still doing this blog, perhaps it’s our shelter from the storm?