June 9th, 2012: Exaggerated arm powers

Sometimes when I sit at my computer to type up a blog or an entry of some sort I like to pretend I'm using over exaggerated gestures for typing.  My arms flail in the air as I type the words hard into the keyboard.  However, anytime I do this I can never actually make a coherent sentence.  See, I'll try to do it now. gthidkksxk,mdfjb erhthsxoisisej tyepikgntneh tuddjei  Yeah that isn't a single real word but I feel like I'm in a cartoon when I do it.  Those magical cartoon powers people have to do things like that.

Let me make it clear that I wouldn't want the ability to type exaggeratedly to be one of my powers if I had access to powers. Anytime I've gotten the age old question of what power would you want if you got to choose I seem to change my mind.  I think in the end I would love the power of teleportation.  Being able to get from one place to another with ease would be amazing. Especially with these rising gas prices and unreliable cars!  Then I wouldn't have to worry about being able to afford to go some place. I could just poof on over and that would be that.

Oh, no milk in the fridge? Poof.

Late for work? Poof.

Want a vacation? Poof.

Of course this power would only be useful if I could teleport things with me.  It would definitely be a hindrance if I couldn't teleport another person, or better yet the clothes on my body. Awkward.

Also, I would like to bring up the issue of the fact that Blogger isn't recognizing teleport, and teleportation as words. How can this be?  I just don't even know what to think right now.  Can't even go on like this.  How dare blogger not recognize my wanna-be super power. I'm crushed.  It's like it knows my dreams will never come true.  Woah is me!

Alright enough pretend dramatics.  That's what happens when I get to be around Theatre.  Speaking of, the show is going well, I think so at least.  I'm enjoying myself and trying to make sure to keep sane backstage.  It's hard to do backstage work sometimes when you've done the fun stuff of being a stage manager, but in due time I'll get only the jobs I want. Due time.

Goodnight.

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