Who knew this was even here?

 Good news! Heroes United is alive and well! Blogger has relocated to Taptalk. For anyone who wants to say hi to some old friends, here's the link - https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/huffr/discussion/all

Hi everyone. It's been a while and I was wondering if people still did this stuff. I kind of got put off blogger because I now find setting up the layout, etc, too complicated. If Heroes United is still active, I am thinking of coming back (maybe using a different character, though.)

We've Moved!!

Guess what?? Our totally funtastic forum has moved! It wasn't our idea! We got hi-jacked! The new place is cool though! What the f-%$ is up with all these exclamation marks?? What am I, 5??

Ahem. Here's the new URL address for the Heroes United forum:

Heroes United Forum


It's on Yuku, whatever that is. Check it out. It's new. Say hi. Go already.

Heroes United Forum

Incidently, if anyone is interested in communicating or hanging out, the Heroes United forum is still active. Here's the link - http://huf.18.forumer.com/index.php

We chat, play games, talk nerd stuff, etc. All are welcome.

Forever Alone

You know what I've realized lately? Not having a life sure is odd. I thought it would be something I'd get used to. Cereal every morning, wearing the same underwear for a month and, of course, weekends at the shooting range. What more could I want?

Well, now I'm aching for some action. Any kind of human interaction would be appreciated, and not just for target practice. For instance, I still haven't had anyone explain the ending of LOST to me. I feel like such a hermit.

You see, my life pretty much fell apart after Sandra left me. I don't know how much of it has to do with her, though. When we were together, most of my joy in life came from the secrets I kept from her. Those secrets, along with a classic case of domestic violence, led to my current single status.

I've always been an independent man in horn-rimmed glasses, though. So, I'm not saying I really need the companionship. After all, I recently re-read To Kill a Mockingbird. Turns out Scout wasn't a pet bird. It's amazing the things I missed the first time around. Perhaps a lot of that may have had to do with it being back in my pre-horn-rimmed days.

I realize now, though, that I am a mockingbird. Metaphorically, of course. I don't mean anyone harm. The people I shoot are like blue jays, which Atticus says we can kill as many as we want. My only goal in life is to protect my loved ones. Unfortunately, like Boo Radley, that often means I'm looked at like a pale creep.

Scout is a lot like my very own Claire Bear. She's a rowdy, strong-minded type who likes to dress up as a ham. And in my effort to protect her, evil rednecks catch the pointy end of my knife.

So, that being said, I think I deserve a little respect. If it's a sin to kill a mockingbird, then wouldn't it be virtuous to kill with one?

Old and New

After a year hiatus, I am back to blogging.

I've spent most of the day hitting "Next Blog" to find new friends, when it suddenly struck me..."Uhm duh! Try looking to see if your old friends from back in the day are still blogging!" And so I came here to have a look.

Looks kind of abandoned and dry...but I know first had that looks can be deceiving. So don't be surprised if you see me popping up in your neighborhood.

Uhm, yeah that's all.

I hope there's people still out there...

Where are you people?

When I got into this business, it had a "one of us, one of them" policy. But it's getting harder and harder to find a one of them. Where have you all gone?

I remember the good ol' days when silly super-powered bloggers were posting right and left.

Clearly, you need some incentive. So, hear me out. Being the ingenious paper salesman that I am, I got to thinking, "Hey, isn't the Web just paper that's invisible?" and, "Don't people need invisible paper too?" then, "Especially if that invisible paper has entertaining stuff to read!" and a while later, "Would the entertaining stuff be written in invisible ink?"

After all my pondering about this so-called Internet, I came up with a plan to end all plans. What is the one thing that makes people do stuff?

Other than pointing a gun at them.

Other than pointing two guns at them.

Paying them!

Yes, everyone, it seems, is motivated by a little greenback. So, let's try that. If you're interested in making some money with the online stories of your gallant adventures, then let me know. We'll give it a shot, and I'm not talking about silly Google Adwords where you make $100 every seven years. I'm talking about a real monthly stipend to write.

"Do I have to be a spammer?" you're asking.

I'll answer, "Of course not!" Now, sure, if you want you can go around constantly shouting, "Oh, my God! I have bad credit, yet still can get a loan for my small business!" However, if that's what you want to do, who am I to stand in your way?

My method, though, is far more subtle. It's far more entertaining and comes with an overall less prostitution feel to it. Plus, it's a group effort. If we all join in on the blogging fun, we can be more beneficial to potential sponsors and reap greater rewards.

If you don't like it, I can always just go back to bag and tagging you.

(So, seriously, comment here or email me at bennet at primatechpaper.org if you're interested.)

LONG TIME NO SEE

Holy Jesus, "Cardboard Knight" here... Man, it's been so long since I've used that pseudonym. Most of you probably don't even remember me, but I'm just dropping in to say hi... HI!

I'm a lot older now, obviously, I was 14 when I helped make this site, and then I bragged about it too much, haha. I also used to be Shaak Ti, but I gave that up.

Anyway, I see that the last post is 2009?!

yeah...