Is there anything more exciting than preparing a new journal for entries? OK, let's be rational, of course there is, but I'm still excited!
— Wisdom City (@wisdomcitynews) September 9, 2013
One of my superpowers is that I have never seen a 3D movie.
One of my superpowers is that I have never been pushed down a staircase in a mansion in a Victorian murder mystery.
Have you ever noticed that in the Star Wars universe, despite having access to super advanced technology and magical powers, there simply is no functional judicial system?
Doesn’t that strike anyone else as odd?
One of my superpowers is that I have never suffered amnesia and then had to kill a lot of people who work for a secret government agency because I just want to be left alone.
One of my superpowers is that I have never been flushed into space from an airlock by an insane computer.
I honestly think there’s something sexy about paperclips. They hint at additional thoughts, something extra, a bonus moment or an unexpected twist.
A paperclip says, “You thought we were finished?” or, “But wait, there’s more!”
A paperclip’s efficient curves promise addendums and mysteries and explanations.
Oh, and don’t even get me started on coffee, pens, and notebooks! 🙂
Nothing quite says ‘Yay, it’s Christmas!’ like a traumatized child who is having a cerebral meltdown after being abandoned with a jolly bearded maniac while his or her parent waves from a distance and yells, “Smile for Santa, Timmy, or I’ll give you something to really cry about, you snot-nosed little hooligan!”
Or, I don’t know, maybe that was just how Christmases went for me during my childhood? I still wonder why my Dad called me Timmy.
As it happens, I have many fond memories of soiling myself in festive terror during various seasonal outings, to the sound of people singing about White Christmases, and Dashing Through The Snow, and Frosty The Snowman. All of which simply added to the surreal experience, as I was born near the equator and grew up in Australia, the land in which Christmas Day is celebrated by moving as little as possible and bitching incessantly about the heat.
Over the years, I have come to suspect that the true joy of Christmas lies in reaching adulthood, so you can have children of your own on which to perpetuate the revenge of the Christmas Santa freakout.
I think these kids will agree: Scared of Santa: Scenes of Terror in Toyland – Telegraph.
One of my superpowers is that I have never had to spend a night in a haunted mansion to inherit a fortune from a criminally insane relative.
One of my superpowers is that I often order meals at restaurants that other people wish they had ordered.
Not only was Hercules Against The Moon Men filmed in COSMICOLOR and LUNARSCOPE (I wish I’d been in the meeting where they decided to go with that), but it seems the Italian film industry of the 1960s was waaaay ahead of the Mayans in predicting the end of the world due to a planetary collision.
As luck would have it, I’m surrounded by the notion of catastrophic collisions – I’m currently reading The Last Policeman: A Novel, a book which asks the question of what would it be like to investigate a suspected homicide in a world that is reeling from the knowledge that it is now only months away from an extinction event due to an impending collision with an asteroid.
And then, of course, we have NASA outright denying that the Mayans were onto something when they decided to end their calendar at Dec 21 2012, because what’s the point of knowing the date when the world has been blown to bits?
Despite the fact that I am a bajillion percent certain that the Mayans and their calendar are wildly uninvolved with the end of the world, I am still going to spend the rest of the evening in my backyard in case the Moon Men land.
One of my superpowers is that I don’t get impatient in supermarket checkout lines.
One of my superpowers is that I am terrible at crosswords.
One of my superpowers is that I would completely freak out during a zombie apocalypse.