Punk Ass: Biker, Zen Stress Monkey
Thursday, August 17, 2006
My New Job
There's something that I've been searching for since I was little and I think I've finally found it. That something is the answer to the question,"What do you want to be when you grow up?". It's not what I expected either.
Think back, If you've ever asked yourself this question, have you noticed how the answer (or options) has changed over time? At 5 I wanted to be a garbage man ( If you're gonna dream, dream big right?) At 10 I wanted to be a commando (and no I don't mean just some guy running around with pants and no underwear). At 20 I wanted to be a rock star, life took an Acme(tm) anvil to the Wiley Coyote of that dream.
So here's what I've decided now. I want to be a tour guide for time travelers. Yup you heard that right. Think about it. If time travel is ever going to be possible, it's already being done; because our present is someone else's past. I'm sure once the technology get's perfected, businesses will spring up around it..like time tourism! Wouldn't it be a cool vacation to be able to go visit your favourite historical period and get a tour from someone who actually lives there and get their perspective on things? So I want to be the representative from this era. I can give tourists the low down on all the pop culture icons of our time, let them know that the fall of western civilization was the fault of country music and NASCAR and that yes I was infact the man who lobbied for a national day of mourning for the break up of Lance Armstrong and Sheryl Crow.
This is gonna be soooo much fun!
"My my my it's a beautiful world, I like swimmin' in the sea...."
There's something that I've been searching for since I was little and I think I've finally found it. That something is the answer to the question,"What do you want to be when you grow up?". It's not what I expected either.
Think back, If you've ever asked yourself this question, have you noticed how the answer (or options) has changed over time? At 5 I wanted to be a garbage man ( If you're gonna dream, dream big right?) At 10 I wanted to be a commando (and no I don't mean just some guy running around with pants and no underwear). At 20 I wanted to be a rock star, life took an Acme(tm) anvil to the Wiley Coyote of that dream.
So here's what I've decided now. I want to be a tour guide for time travelers. Yup you heard that right. Think about it. If time travel is ever going to be possible, it's already being done; because our present is someone else's past. I'm sure once the technology get's perfected, businesses will spring up around it..like time tourism! Wouldn't it be a cool vacation to be able to go visit your favourite historical period and get a tour from someone who actually lives there and get their perspective on things? So I want to be the representative from this era. I can give tourists the low down on all the pop culture icons of our time, let them know that the fall of western civilization was the fault of country music and NASCAR and that yes I was infact the man who lobbied for a national day of mourning for the break up of Lance Armstrong and Sheryl Crow.
This is gonna be soooo much fun!
"My my my it's a beautiful world, I like swimmin' in the sea...."
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