Life in the Slow Lane

I'm getting a bit more accustomed to taking things slowly. I hope it helps because it certainly is frustrating. I guess I've always been a pretty revved up sort of person. I mean logically I've had enough people tell me that to know it's true. But I didn't really know how much it meant to me, was a part of me. Takin' it slow is associated with being relaxed and easy going, two positive traits, right? Takin' it slow because your back hurts is not like that, but I think I'm starting to adjust. I could be kidding myself.

One thing I know is better is my attitude. I know this because my imagination, which was dulled by pain and maybe skilaxin, is starting to revive itself. So here's a fanciful little query for those of you (especially Jess) who appreciate such things. I'll base it on television since we all know enough about that medium. Think of a television show (or movie) premise and a situation that you're familiar with. Think about what they would be like if merged. Would it be funny? Sad? Something else? I'll try first.

If faculty meetings could be a little like Lost, with threats of real danger and perceived danger, with things falling out of the sky and vague sometimes unseen threats, nothing would get done but the meetings themselves would be more interesting, I'll even say fun, as long as there was a tv show like time limit on them. Imagine faculty members coming to discuss serious academic issues, but finding out they have to dodge bullets, tranquilizers and the occasional polar bear instead. Someone starts to make a point but is interrupted by a cache of coconuts falling from a booby trap. I realize that in my present impaired condition I wouldn't be a good candidate for survival, but it sure would be out of the ordinary. I wish I could think of a soundtrack for this one. Maybe later.

It's kind of a stupid idea, this one, but since I'm still a little imagination-impaired it's all I've got for now. I can't wait to see what my mafia friend comes up with.
Cheers