*comfort*
Back in my element – adjust adjust – I’ll get there again anyway. My element is wind anyway, I used to live in the Windy city, lucky me… movement. So I alight onto the land of surreal dreams and bona fide fuck ups. Lucky me. And all I wanted to do today was rant about fat baseball players. Baseball and hockey tastes good. Maybe I’ve had to much baseball, to much of a good thing? But didn’t those boys used to be skinnier? Old school please stand up! Wrigley Field rocks my world. Fat baseball players, the fatter the wife the skinnier the trophy girlfriend. I don’t care if they can still play – damn fatso, you have maybe THE greatest “American” job… SO GET TO WORK. You never see fat astronauts. If you wanna get fat – become a director – then you can be any size you want without ridicule. What little boy doesn’t go to his father and say “I wanna be a baseball player.” Okay so maybe some of them say ‘I wanna dress baseball players,’ either way!... I wanted to be a baseball player! I played pitcher and catcher. I wasn’t very good but I practiced ~ I got to play at Wrigley! I’ve seen some larger players make amazing catches, plays that I’ll never be able to imitate, homeruns I’ll never dream of – but have some pride. Wasn’t the Babe rather large? Maybe I shouldn’t be complaining. It just doesn’t make sense to me? Baseball players, astronauts, filmmakers, though I’m beginning to thing Australia/New Zealand is catching up. (And yes I know India makes way more movies than we do but not the same caliber, thank you very much!) Cartoonist? To regional. President? To puppeteered. The only other great American profession is… carpetbagger. Cowboy?... Football player maybe… none seem to be dominated by the female of the species, shock shock horror horror shock shock horror! The only great American profession for women is First Lady! And what will happen to that one when we get a woman president? By the way, any guy laughing out there… if it weren’t for your mother carrying you around for nine months where would you be – so unless you’re a test tube baby – and even then they still use an egg somewhere in the process. Happiness overwhelms my life every day. (Cause I know I’m right!)
I was watching a ball game, just shortly – theory testing.
Goodness – I love to babble.