Green Acres is not the place for me. I’m not exactly a city boy, but the suburbs breed their own style of individuals. I do not want to be a farmer; I simply don’t like animals. Son wants to be a garbage man, a tow truck man, and a logger man, but he does like to ride his tractor; Daughter wants to be a dancer. Hopefully, my inheritance will help support my two children who have become accustomed to the life of iPods, big screen TV’s, and a finely furnished house. Really, when it boils down to it, maybe I should be a farmer so that I can be visited by aliens when they create crop circles. Crop circles are real; I read it on the internet and everything on the internet…
Son has his first swim lesson tonight; he doesn’t know it yet. Daughter will have to tag along, probably complaining about boredom. She is currently reading the Rick Riordan series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. She started Thursday and is now on book three. I reserved four and five from the local library, but they can’t get them in fast enough. Plus, she has an iPhone with which she can pass the time. Her lessons start in June, having already started complaining about them.
Mom grew up on a farm and she and her brother used to feed the chickens before school. I cannot see daughter sloughing along with a feed bucket for the various farm animals that I would have. Now, you probably are thinking, why don’t I grow organic cotton or something with cache? That way I could leave for greener pastures and not deal with any animal husbandry. Have you seen that on TV? Yikes!
So, what do I really want to do with my life? I, of course, want to be a Starfleet captain. I don’t understand how that hasn’t happened yet. Knowing me, though, I would be the schmoe with the red shirt on an away mission that ALWAYS dies. Star Trek: TNG had clear cut system of ranking; along with the rank pips on the collar, Starfleet personnel all wore a color-coded shirt. Except for Deanna Troi. She always had these stupid outfits that reminded me of Logan’s Run. During the seventies, scifi took a strange costume approach. From Obi-Wan Kenobi’s flowing robe to the tights that Apollo wore on the original Battlestar Galactica, the outfits were straight out of the hippie movement. Even the original Star Trek with Captain Kirk saw Lt. Uhura with a slight mini skirt and knee-high boots. How very anachronistic. Space exploration would be cool.
Mmm, scratch that, I want to be a cowboy.
Oh, and by the way. Shout out goes to filmphaniatic on his addition about John Carter.