The forms of expression available to airplane wing walkers are much more diverse than those available to helicopter rotor walkers. When I did airplane wings, I had a whole line dancing and break dancing routine worked up. The crowds always loved it. Now that I'm a helicopter guy, I'm limited to tap dancing. It's really the only form that works. I had a friend who was convinced that you could do the worm on the rotor if you timed it just right. I really miss that guy sometimes. Me? I don't rock the boat. I tap dance when I'm on helicopter rotors. One day someone might find some new moves and new techniques, but I like to play it safe.
That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. Remember my campaign to have myself declared an endangered species? There is, after all, only one of me. Well, I failed. Apparently I'm not considered a species or whatever. I guess only the rich animals or the sexy ones get to be species. Guys like me? Well, I guess it's open season on us. So, take your best shot, people. As far as the government's concerned, there's an abundance of me. Plus I can feed a family of five for eleven years (so far). Happy hunting!
I read three different editorialists yesterday who said something like, "Isn't it great that we live in a society where Melissa Etheridge can thank her wife and no one even notices or makes a big deal out of it." Even though I know what they mean, and I agree, I find the irony of these statements amusing. "I noticed how unnoticed it was and I'm remarking on how unremarkable it turned out to be. 'The fact that this doesn't deserve comment goes without saying,' he said." See? Funny? No? Oh. Sorry.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - Aphter: 34. Thanks for stopping by.
