What's your sign, durtbagz?

It's funny when you look at Social Media's long tail to see it twitching in your backyard. I'm not a big fan of dark alleys and people I don't know (or worse, do, and didn't just didn't count on running into climbing out of a window) but it's amazing when you see the hops between you and not-you.

I won't bore you with the tail, but there's at least five degrees between and as many months from when it started, but at the end is a wonderful site and they had a "challenge" or contest to excite the brain (you know us; I'm always down with vapor-ware; go for it and make it up as needed).

Anyway, if you're looking for a really coolly designed messenger bag or satchel, and you don't mind laughing, then hit them up. I like how they are all "Show us your bag" (ahh the memories of my "show me your taco" t-shirt getting me "kicked in the junk" -- there's a tail for you). And while you're there, create a sign they can use on a bag for you ... the above is mine: traffic warning sign for ...

Where ya been, Tiger?

Where to begin, where to begin ... "When we last left our heroes ..."
And so begins my excuse for not blogging. Meaning how while we have been a flurry of paws and tails with our grand adventure, I've been hesitant about posting stuff (like this means more now); I mock Social Media (they "them that get get it" drew first blood and are cave-dwellers IMHO) but "it" requires what I most fear to reveal and the basic honesty and confidence to ramble on in public.

I'm a private person, as are we all, but being "a simple taco maker" with my neighbor and business partner, George, comes with a natural exposure to the public; which for me is a very questionable thing. I joke how George feels our biggest obstacle is my "pissing people off"-- I just don't get how the utility of a tool has anything to do with my expressive tolerance.

My point is that I have serious reservations on what's to come, and what's to come of it (George is "here" too--go tell him I made you cry), but I'm going to start something here. For what it's worth, while I'm not really sure what I'll be posting (well, my life is all about making friends and selling tacos); I don't feel you can clothe the social media emperor with babbling words of vague intent and so don't hesitate to tell me to go bite myself, or as one lady said, "you'll be the death of the company." (sigh, like I haven't heard that before ... right George?! Our punchline is how it would be the death of nothing of value or purpose without the both of us; you can't hurt or kill something that doesn't exist. Trust me, I'm one of the nicest people you'd ever meet, I'm kind, sincere, and honest, but I can't help throwing bait at the trolls in Tiger La-la Land--sorry.)

So here we are then. Yet one more cliff-hanger with nothing of significance said, nor eventuality imagined; and yet, somehow, I'm encouraged! BUY TACOS, YOU ASOB!