443. November 23rd…somedays the Sidekick…other days the Superhero…..

“Blades” 2010

“I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.”  Oscar Wilde

I’ve often wondered….what would be perfect…how would perfect look…and then I catch myself and say…”Is there a perfect”….debate about the close to perfect…almost perfect…how many steps away from perfect…and before I realize it…I am thinking about the things that make perfect imperfect…sort of dwelling on the rind of perfect…not the fruit part….

I think it could be wirering…and as difficult as it is to re-wire….it is very possible if the manual’s clear….the time available and all is right in heaven so to speak….and maybe the color coded wires are nice and bright…fun to hold…twist and bend….but very doable….

sort of like being a super hero…how do you even get to that place that now you are___________________….not to mention the whole outfit…and sidekick ordeal…imagine interviewing some really eccentric people for a job that requires they wear really loud colorful clothes that are typically pretty tight…and have to play second chair to you…and what happens to the ones you don’t hire…do you have to kill them so they can’t reveal your true identity….I guess the superhero defining moment is somewhat of an epiphany….moment…maybe like being struck by lightening….or a near death experience…but what ever causes the transformation…a type of re-wiring has occured…one moment you’re a pretty normal neighborhood guy mowing a lawn on Saturday…and with the flash of some secret sign…transformation into a justice enforcer takes place…super powers and a really muscular abdomen…not to mention you’re going to be dating some girl who is either…oblivious to the new you…and is secretly in love with this new you but is dating the real you and torn in conflict as to what to do regarding her superhero crush….or she wears a similar outfit…walks up the sides of buildings…speaks in short sentences….and keeps your stuff a secret…so you can’t really afford to piss her off…and that’s about wiring too…

what about the whole mentality of being….the superhero sidekick…maybe there is some level of epiphany…the striking lightening…same…sort of a more religious experience…and maybe that’s a okay…it might be an evolutionary issue…rather than an issue dealing with esteem…there are perfect sidekicks in this world…perhaps the role of sidekick plays a greater role than superhero…I mean whose going to drive the Wombatmobile…and be a little shorter…probably wear a colored outfit that is less complemntary…and lack the over muscle tone…who’s going to look inquisitively at the superhero…sort of keep him in place…when the going gets really complicated…and if there were no sidekick…certain equtrements could not exist that are normally specifically designed for this particular superhero and sidekick…you know like phones and shoes…and hats that maybe look like badgers…or some obscure marsupial…and especially logos that look like switches and buttons that the sidekick flip and turn to open the  entrance to the shrew labrynth….you know stuff like that….

so maybe “perfect” is a state of mind….the perfect day just might be sitting next to Tamale Man…in your Taco outfit….screaming down some desolate desert highway in the El Rancho Mobile….talking on the Margarita phone….tuning in the coordinantes…on the satellite upload  that looks like a basket of chips and salsa….heading straight for a serious ass whipping on the bad guys…..

and life is perfect…really perfect in every way….

“All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.” – William Faulkner

 

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