Who doesn’t want to be a Superhero?

So I decided today that I want to be a Superhero.  You know, mild mannered (kindof) by day, slaying demons and singing songs about heroics and glory by night… or at least a really kick-ass Karaoke version of Don’t Stop Believin’.   Yeah Journey.

If you know me, and chances are pretty good if you’re reading my blog – you know I’m crazy creative.  I don’t like tooting my own horn or being pretentious, I just like making people laugh.  What’s a better way to make people laugh than creating and becoming your own Superhero?

Some of you are going, “Jeeeze… this guy’s freakin nuts.”  But I know some of you are thinking, “Where the hell do I sign up?”  Most of you were thinking, “Oh no, he’s going to start his ‘lets wear tights’ phase.”  Not true.

Anyway, more details on that later.

Last night at the GitNit Right meeting, I talked in front of 9 Interns.  I informed them all that they were no longer Interns; they were now part of a Tribe.

It’s an interesting concept, and one that I whole-heartedly believe in.  More and more, corporations are treating employees like cannon fodder… or at least like clock-watching Internet zombies who can’t think for themselves, let alone speak or act for the good of the company.  The only defense against such nonsense is to instill a sense of self-worth and identity into ourselves.  We should each know that if we’re giving up our time on this earth to go do something, we’d better be getting more than just a paycheck – it had better mean something.

It has to.

Speaking of which, since I’d like a little more time on this Earth, I’m also going to be starting a section of this blog on my attempt to get back to a healthy weight.  Right now I’m at 250+… which you couldn’t guess from looking at me, but I definitely feel it.  This isn’t going to be easy for me.  I’m not even sure I can make it fun, but I’m going to try, dammit!  I’ve got a Wii Fit, which I was using… and then laziness took over, or a sense of being buried in projects… so, no more.  I always have at least a ten minute stretch during the night or the morning where I at least *think* about exercising and decide it’s too hard.

All I know is I have to be better.  So I will.