Yes Virginia, there is no Santa Claus

... I'm a huge fan of veggie burgers, they have grown on me. I'm even so ridiculous I almost prefer them over actual burgers....

I'm not sure what I'm doing.... You all know I have 3 blogs I'm currently maintaining actively.... The old blog is up... and I'm posting stuff to it. The good ones I'm trying to cross post... which is a bitch.

The thing is that Somethings arn't appropriate for some audiences.... and some stuff is just whining that I don't want to post to some blogs... or send to people in email.

Another problem is that I'm never sure what I have posted where.....

When I was 19 I moved to Taiwan and taught English. It was quite an eccentric move to be honest....I've always had in my mind that I should write a book about my experience.... The interesting thing, is that most books need a Theme/Concept.... some form of Moral that they share...... I always thought it would be better as a fiction.

I also think that a good story about the blog would be good too.... but I digress.

I'm not sure.... Maybe I started thinking about the book over the weekend... or when this happened I started thinking about that book. I was taking one of my infamous weekend naps... Ok they are only infamous in my mind. I woke up, with just a bug up my but to track down some of the people I met in those travels.

My first cyberstalking victim, was this sweet, attractive young lady(I was 19, she was 21 or so). and Now I know I'm old and ugly.... so..... I'm not sure what my point is. She was a little Smitten with me, and like a fool..... like the recurring fool that I am, I was never aggressive enough in pursuing it. Not that I actually know her all that well.....

I completely track her down, takes me a couple hours, a nice walk and a good cup of coffee. She is completely surprised, as one should be when someone you knew 15 years ago for a short time tracks you down......

Then I totally blow it, by banging out one of my Overwhelming emails.... some of you know about these.... i mean... You all know what it's like to read my blogs, and realize I have 3 of them. Pluss e-mail correspondence..... Point being, when I hit you with "What I Think", I literally Pull my brain out, drop it on the table, and show you all the little pieces.... Getting inside my head is like doing a self autopsy... with the patient talking you through it, and it can be charming, but it's an acquired taste

I guess it also shows, quite accurately what a lunatic I am.

Now I toil, do I break the social Etiquette of quid pro Que social interaction and just let her respond, or do I just Play it cool....

I'm currently leaning toward waiting a week, then I'll do the "sorry, I'm a goofy Loon email."