Superhero

I would like for DJ Qualls to play a superhero. Why do pretty people always have to get the roles? (No offense DJ) If you had supernatural ability, would you also have to have good looks?

They have not done one in a while, but I always enjoy watching the 20/20 special on ugly vs. pretty in job interviews. Without fail, the pretty people are always preferred. The interviewer seems to find qualities that just don't exist in the pretty folks. The interviewer wills those talents to be there.

I have been listening (not to be confused w/ reading) a book about Abraham Lincoln. It describes how unappealing he was when compared to some of the other candidates. People were awe-struck by his presence when they actually met him. They just didn't expect it. Do we really put that much weight in looks when judging personality?


Similar to how Lincoln was judged, Grant was considered too short to be a general. His height made people question his ability to lead. No wonder Napoleon was pissy.

It is amazing how much we critique the things on others that can't (w/out surgery) change.

No particular incident has caused this line of thought. The text in the book just made me think about how much weight we put into looks.

Let us all be more tolerant of the ugly.

Rainy day for the Husky one

Have you ever watched the reality show that has the high speed car chase? You are usually watching from an aerial view, and you can see the car speeding towards a busy intersection. Your gut tells you that the car isn't going to make it. You see the dump truck coming from a side street, and (boom) they hit just like you predicted. I had a similar experience this morning, but it was an aerial view of me fat tum busting through the intersection of my pants. I am a size hmphhrmmuhum, but I guess I am putting on a few "traveling" pounds. My eyes darted back and forth from the button to the whole it was supposed slip into. "Not gonna do it." I managed to pull them tight, fasten, and hold my breath for 5 minutes while I put my shoes on. I finally came to grips w/ my bigness, and decided I needed to try other pants. Luckily, that first pair was just a rebel in the midst of allies. I tried on a rookie pair of khakis, and thanks to Betsy they fit. I knew it would be an uphill battle to keep this day positive.

1. My bloated stomach was still hurting from a BBQ chicken pizza I ate the night before. I really should stick to a strong "Don't eat unlikely combinations" policy.

2. It is rainy, chilly, and windy.

3. I forgot my lunch upstairs, and had to go back for it.

4. I forgot my new hair cream, and will be forced to buy a substitute (I can't go around w/ my white mans afro).

5. My deodorant ran out. It is a gel. I did one arm, and then nothing else came up. Booooooh! Their should be a better indicator.

6. A "silkie" came in today w/ a mission to pee on everything, and succeeded. Her "grandmother" just laughed, and said "She left you some more at the front, I guess she was waiting to get inside." I have no idea how so much urine could be in one teency bladder. The first 2 times were normal, but she was just messing w/ me after that. I ask all pet owners to kindly clean up after your own mongrel....I mean pet.

Twas my day. Highlights included a lovely chicken pot pie. It just dawned on me that "fatty" here found his highlights in the food. No wonder I am gaining weight.

Haven't you always wanted a monkey?

It is amazing how many times the topic of winning the lottery has come up over my life. Just the other day a woman, un-provoked, told me her thoughts on the lottery and what she would do if she won. It took her a while to get to the point because she had to first tell me how she doesn't believe in the lottery due to statistics of actual winners, higher likelihood of blah blah, and it isn't practical (I guess). After the back story of what brought her to this point in her life, not believing in the lottery, she told me that she would continue to work, and maybe travel a little. She seemed to pride herself on how very little her life would change.

Folks, I don't know what came over me. If I was in the "Golden Harp" episode of Duck Tales, the harp would say, "He is fibbing, fibbing, fibbbiiiiiing." I agreed with her, but did say that I would travel more. Upon further reflection, I must admit that I would be so far opposite of her version, even Hammer would tell me to slow it down a bit. Maybe Hammer is the wrong one to use as an example because it would not be gaudy, meaningless stuff.

My house is fine, but we would have to move to some place more secluded. The first step in being rich is to move away. I would quit my job in a Chevy heartbeat. Kirsten and I would travel like Brangelina. I would start charity programs, and try to do some actual good with the money. I ,unfortunately, don't have many specifics on the doing good part. I can tell you exactly where I would travel, but I am hazy on the whole giving money away part. I am sure that I would donate money though. I do have a heart. I would work, but it would be on my terms. It would probably be for charity (See how I worked charity back in?).

I don't buy in on the folks who would continue to live "normal". Most people who win the big lottos end up broke, and I bet they all said that they would continue to work. The issue probably is that we are concerned with what it sounds like to say we would stop working. Are we afraid of being perceived as lazy? Does it really matter?

The other part of this is her need to explain to me why she doesn't believe in the lottery. Do people think I will think them crazy for having unlikely dreams? If they only could see in my head. I imagine myself, if I ever got the chance, getting along smashingly with Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Angelina, Zach Braff, Jimmy Fallon, Tina Fey, and many more. Is it unlikely? Sure, but many things play out in my head. I can somehow imagine in my head the chance encounter with a famous type that ends in their realization of me being their long lost friend. I am not crazy, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened.

I want to tell people daydreams are ok. I am pro-daydreams. They keep me sane, or at least mostly sane. I think that might be an upcoming blog.

It's a great day for a daydream. I hope you all have great ones today. Don't crush the dreams of folks who are only clinging to reality for the chance of winning ticket.