We have borrowed RhodesTer for the evening.. again.. to complete a series of tests that we implemented the first time around.  We are QUITE fascinated with his brain, and therefore we're trying to extract particular DNA strands for the purpose of behavioral modification in our domesticated housepets.

Just before he went under and we inserted the probes, RhodesTer requested that we contact JAMES at MEN WITH PENS to have him fill in.  We did so, and the title of this guest posting is, "How to know that you're human."  We assume James is not talking to us.

ZORQ, the Magnificate of Zenus 12-46.t3

When I was asked for a guest post for the illustrious blog of The Rhodester himself, I was both thrilled and worried. I mean, really. What sort of people read this blog?

"Oh, come now," I could almost hear him snort. "You must have something in the archives." Well, no, as a matter of fact, I didn't. I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of guy.

That was a problem. My pants weren't flying tonight. And since the Stanley Cup has already been written about, I had the feeling that finding the right subject to write on would be a challenge.

That's a rather frequent problem for guest posters. While we who do it on a regular basis seem to pull great topics from our sleeves as smoothly as if they were aces, the truth is that when you're put on the spot, you freeze – no matter who you are.

I suppose that's why celebrity bloggers can allow themselves the luxury of appearing to be too busy to do guest posting, but that's a story for another day.

What I believe, though, is that when someone asks for a guest post – with good, solid valid reason that I feel is worthy of my attention and time – then I should be gracious enough to accept. And I do, willingly.

You see, I haven't forgotten where I came from and what it took for me to get here.

I haven't forgotten that while big blogs may be quite auspicious and rake in good cash for their owners, the meek shall inherit the earth. That's what Sting said, and he was a man of wise words. I think.

The point of the matter (made somewhat vague by a glass of good Italian wine) is that whether I might be a celibriblogger of auspicious heights (raking in very little cash from my blog) is irrelevant. I am human first and friend foremost.

So when the call came, I answered…

…and then I majestically fumbled for a brilliant topic to write about, thus showing that I'm just as human as anyone else.

Cheers, everyone