Long-Overdue

The Captain is back.

Still your rapid hearts. It took years of melancholic brooding, months of empire assembly, and even a couple weeks of chasing rumors through the haunted hills of southern Tacoma but at long last the Captain has come back to port.

I'd be delighted to indulge the narcassim that is blogging but I'll opt instead to deliver a rousing summary.

The last true transmission from the Captain's Cabin came around the same time that I decided to stall the seafaring life in order to return to my cousin and his girlfriend (who had previously been my girlfriend before the whole "me pretending to be engaged debacle").*

Not too long after I made an honest attempt at remaining in one location for long enough to make a difference. This project included, but was not limited to, me becoming a president of an honor society, almost getting arrested, working at a Wendy's, and yes managing a restaurant duly dubbed "The Catacombs."

From that point on I burned the metaphorical shackle of adulthood and embraced the Peter Pan lifestyle with a risky endeavor as a Solo-Performer.

And succeeded.

However, unsatisfied by the successful and sedentary lifestyle I grabbed my love and we embarked on the voyage known as

Korea.

-Act II-

*Disclaimer: If you find convoluted love octagons confounding then you should not read this blog as it will far surpass your reading ability as well as what you consider good taste.

The First Step to Recovery

I admit my insatiable desire for Pop Princesses... so to work towards recovery I have created a technological monolith as tribute to my ability to find the most stunning women with moderate talent on the web.

Now you too can join me on my quest for the ultimate Pop Star.

Every week when a new batch of young vocalists break onto the scene I vow to wade through the sound altered estrogen and artistic angst to bring you the finest in bad music.

This is my quest, to find the diamond in the rough, the ultimate in female vocals and poetic talent and to love every artist along the way, the good, the bad, and the Pussycat Dolls.

Join me at: http://captainspopten.blogspot.com/

The Cast

The Leading roles in the latest chapter of "The Maverick Expedition".

Tawny "Danger" Clark
The Girlfriend and Tactical Travel Companion











Benjamin "Ogre" Herndon
The Best Friend












Bekah "Rum Runner" Davis
Best friend's girlfriend and rebel leader opposed to emotial angst and sobreity












Julie "Snow Fox" Wolfson
Reality Check/Pragmatist







Tristan "Nail Bat" Morris
The Partner in Crime/Encourager of Awful Decisions

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The Best Laid Plans of Trouble and Danger

Since obtaining the summit of Kilimanjaro I have been asked the same question by every known relative and acquaintance. "What are your plans after graduation?" I understand the appeal of this question, it is open ended, congenial, and in most cases gives the asker a structure on which the asker can map out their next questions. For nine point seven of all college graduates this is an effective question. I don’t fit into that category. This however did not stop the siege. So, I did what I do best… I made something up.
For a while I latched on to the idea of cattle ranching in Australia. Dusty, rugged, character building, something that makes great table conversation. However it also increases your chances of saddle sores, regrettable decisions made in the Australian bush, and a high probability of being bitten by any of the world’s 9 most deadly creatures (all located in Australia) and ultimately a monetary deficit.
Confronted with these facts I realized that I would have to pull my life together and make some serious decisions. I needed to chart my course, go to some interviews, and establish connections in the industry of my choosing. Perhaps I should browse the real estate market and consider investing in a house.
Instead I bought a one-way ticket to Spain.
However, to slake that thirst of a people that-need-to-know” I have created a poll to help me, help you. So give me some ideas of what you think I’ll do and I’ll keep you updated with each pulse pounding capricious decision I make. Then we can compare the results. In fact you all could bet on it. Like a horse race… only for MTV.
I will say this, the single most predictable thing about me is that I will always make the choice that will make a better story to tell at the bar that weekend.

Let the race begin.