When I was young I liked to play a daydream game I called “When I’m President”. The fun came from imagining the inevitability of being elected president with all the power that comes with it. As I got older, my presidential edicts and executive priviledges increased in their absurdity, so the game had to be changed to “When I’m King” and eventually to “When I’m a Cartoonish Supervillain”.
Now that I’m older, I’ve moved on from these childish flights of fancy and moved straight to playing “When I’m an Omnipotent Omniscient God”. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say I wouldn’t mess around with floods, fires and plagues… except the plague of frogs. So, after I’m God, if you come home to find your house full of frogs, you can guess that you’ve upset me. Take it as a warning or next time it’s spontaneous human combustion for you.
Now, let’s get depressed by following a thread about dying children:
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