"Or possibly a grocer."

 

So, I'm scanning through my internet reading, trying to catch up on what you've all been up to. Then, as I'm half-way through a post about the latest Joe Quesada... thing, I suddenly realize something very personally depressing for me.

What I want to be when I grow up
                   by Karen, age 11 (annotations by Karen, age 21)

1. ASTRONAUT (indeed yes, still valid)
2. FIGHTER PILOT (sure)
3. REALLY REALLY RICH (yes, please)
4. TALL (… short people live longer… and make better astronauts… and can handle the higher G-forces fighter pilots face…. so there, world)
5. TIME TRAVELLER (strangely, my plans with this one have barely changed in the past ten years. See #3 and #6 as applicable)
6. MAD SCIENTIST (working on it!)
7. GOOD AT MATH (I'll settle for "able to fake it")
8. RULER OF THE WORLD, COMPLETE WITH MINIONS FOR CRUSHING BENEATH MY FEET MWAHAHAHA (oh, younger self. I'm embarrassed to have known you sometimes. And how I wish I could say you got over this phase)
9. MOVIE PRODUCER (did I even know what that was?)
10. COMIC BOOK WRITER (you know, on second thought? This doesn't sound like fun at all)

 
This moment of sober adulthood brought to you by *comic books*, apparently.

Maybe they need to come with a stamp: "Caution! Use only as directed. Not to be taken internally. See a doctor if the condition persists. Wearing of cape does not enable user to fly."

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I've just found out that there's a new tv show called Eureka about a town filled entirely with crazy-smart scientists (like Rodney, I gather. Or House).

I have not seen any episodes yet, but it is already my favourite show ever.