Thursday, August 17, 2006
My life with Picard
Picard was one of those fish that was hard to love. Sure, he was an alright friendly bloke, but he never really stood out in true humu fashion. Don't get me wrong, he was perfectly likeable, and even pleasant to be around. He was kind of like Pope Benedict following after John Paul II. I mean don't get me wrong, he was a great fish, but he was really kind of a transitional humu.
The thing about Picard was that he just sort of did his own thing and didn't care what anyone else thought. He was not an ambitious world conqueror like Alister, nor was he a bad fish by any means, but he didn't really inspire adulation of the masses nor did he inspire fear. He was really just the kind of fish you wanted to come home to, sit on the porch with while drinking a beer, and just BS the afternoon away. He didn't have any lofty ideals that he needed to impose with force. Maybe that actually was his strength in life. It wasn't some huge thing he did, rather the little things he did that made him a good humu. Maybe his simple, everyday wisdom was his special quality in life. He really aspired to live to his potential, but this didn't include a lofty stock portfolio, an evil commercial empire shrouded in umbrella corporations and false store fronts, or indefatigable super weapons. For Picard, life was more existential - He just lived and swam, swam and lived. While the lack of plotting and scheming may seem to be a deficit, maybe it was not at all such a thing. He was like the Canada of humus - he just was. Sure there isn't a compelling reason to move there, but no one would deny that it wasn't a nice place for a visit, or maybe an extended holiday.
I guess Picard wasn't so much into the flashy media productions or ransom notes to the world as he was into the existential sublime. I guess that's just the way Picard was for better and for worse. All in all, he was always a right top chap!
The thing about Picard was that he just sort of did his own thing and didn't care what anyone else thought. He was not an ambitious world conqueror like Alister, nor was he a bad fish by any means, but he didn't really inspire adulation of the masses nor did he inspire fear. He was really just the kind of fish you wanted to come home to, sit on the porch with while drinking a beer, and just BS the afternoon away. He didn't have any lofty ideals that he needed to impose with force. Maybe that actually was his strength in life. It wasn't some huge thing he did, rather the little things he did that made him a good humu. Maybe his simple, everyday wisdom was his special quality in life. He really aspired to live to his potential, but this didn't include a lofty stock portfolio, an evil commercial empire shrouded in umbrella corporations and false store fronts, or indefatigable super weapons. For Picard, life was more existential - He just lived and swam, swam and lived. While the lack of plotting and scheming may seem to be a deficit, maybe it was not at all such a thing. He was like the Canada of humus - he just was. Sure there isn't a compelling reason to move there, but no one would deny that it wasn't a nice place for a visit, or maybe an extended holiday.
I guess Picard wasn't so much into the flashy media productions or ransom notes to the world as he was into the existential sublime. I guess that's just the way Picard was for better and for worse. All in all, he was always a right top chap!
# posted by humuhumu @ 12:47 PM 
