I personally love watching West Wing and Madam Secretary because I get to pretend for 42 minutes at a time that we have a sensible person in the White House. And life is good.
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can’t remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Everything was okay. It was right, now. Previously, it had been all left. I’d lost my hand in a seal incident some years ago, leaving me with a hook where an arm should have been. I didn’t remember my dream but I knew a fact about crabs: they regrows their pincers. I suspected this wish was the result of a common and reasonable misunderstanding where I had asked for a right arm again, a chance to regrow it, and the genie, knowing this was not a human trait, had fulfilled my request in the most efficient means possible. As long as I still had my hook somewhere around here, however, I suspected I’d be back to my old self and eating a tasty crab dinner by the evening. Ready to drift off to sleep again… #arresteddevelopement #looseseal
