Hi everyone! I’m a Sackperson. I say person because my silly owner hasn’t decided if I’m a boy or a girl. It seems like it should be obvious, but he doesn’t know, and I certainly don’t feel like telling him. Perhaps you have a suggestion?
He’s taken to calling me Yo-Yo, because he carried me in his backpack all weekend at PAX just like Yoda, but that may not even be my name for Pete’s sake! However, everything needs to be called something, so I suppose this will do for now. Maybe you have a better suggestion?
On the way here today, I was listening to Anthrax (don’t blame me, I needed a ride. My legs are too short to reach the pedals of the car!) and there was a line from ‘Stealing From A Thief’:
“As a kid I played make-believe, as a man I play make-believe
As a kid I did anything, as a man I do anything”
I have to say, I like that line. The music is awfully loud for a Sackperson but my owner seems to love it, so I suppose I’ll get used to it. But I like the line a lot. It’s good to remember that the world has possibilities, instead of just limits.
Now let me tell you, as the guest blogger for the week I’ll mostly be recounting the tales from last weekend. My owner says it’s dangerous out there for a lonely sackperson and he can’t take me everywhere. My neck seems to be a little fragile and I don’t play well with liquids most of the time. So if I speak in the past tense, it’s not because I’m dead. I’m safe at home. But I had quite an adventure and this week is the time to tell you all about it!
Let me pause for just a moment though and tell you about this stout. That’s why you’re here of course and my owner is giving me very stern looks that say I shouldn’t dawdle or pause too much. You want to know if this stout is good.
Now, let’s talk about–I have to do more? Really?
Why is that? Why can’t I tell you that it’s good, and you should try it? There are people to meet, and an entire evening to enjoy. Can’t you just take my word for it?
Why, excellent! Silly owner, all worried about what everyone will think or say. Sit, enjoy your beer. Tell me a story. Sackpeople LOVE stories. Perhaps not as much as we love jumping and grabbing, swinging to platforms over fiery pits, being dressed in weird costumes; like ones with lion’s heads with frilly neckpieces and coattails with green goggles and vampire teeth and orange boots, but we still love stories! So come and sit down. Let me enjoy your company. After all, I only have a week.
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This blog has just improved 1000%. ;>
Sackperson: I must have just missed you at Bailey’s. I saw your owner there, and I just know he would have introduced us if you hadn’t already left.
Oy. Sorry about that Bill. Completely forgot to say goodbye until I was already at home. My bad!
It was delightful to meet you last weekend, Sackperson!
Sackperson sends its regards.