My Boy Scout Badges

I wear them proudly.

The "Alive" one is my favorite.

Now don't go thinking you can hang around here without picking up a few tid-bits of useful and interesting history. That particular "Alive" was a standard visual element used traditionally on many side show banners.



Since I've got my own visual element in full effect, let's take a brief tour of the current accoutrements adorning the right breast of my denim waistcoat:

*The joker has been around since that eighteen month period of hype that preceded the first movie . It was found in a Christmas tin full of interesting knicks (absolutely no knacks were found in said tin.) Other objects of interest included:
Animaniac's Slappy Squirrel prize from Burger King
Accessories for several Spawn action figures
Small plastic horses and dogs
a conestoga wagon stamp
a stack of business cards from all over Toronto
the fully stocked plastic picture holder from my last wallet (I haven't had a wallet since 1997)
an inside door lock replacement knob that looks like a black die (dice "die", not death "die".
a baggy full of star shaped fabric studs, red and silver
a clear M&M man figurine from a strand of Christmas lights.
A Kawasaki Plant patch (oddly, not on the jacket)
a hideous amulet

*The hammer was a Habitat for Humanity momento from a college spring break that I spent in the Appelacian foothills rebuilding people's houses. It was not given to me then. Years later Kyle gave me one and I designated it as being in honor of time served. Highlights of this trip included:
getting to wrestle a goat behind some guy's barn to the cheers of my fellow habitual humanitarians.
One of the professors high-school aged daughters, named Nudey. She stole items of my clothing and that has always turned me on.
Sleeping in the basement of a Southern Baptist church, complete with dunk-tank and spare wheelchairs.
Building a ramp for a wheelchair basketball player for the Special Olympics, who in turn taught us how to drive her high speed sports chair in the church's gym.

*The doll button is a constant reminder of the demeaning nature of free art. A marker on my chest that warns against the perils of giving-in to the temptation of reaching someone's soul without charging for it. It's story is a secret for now.

Condolences to loved ones in pain,
-M