25th of April

Day Three

A couple of things have come to my attention today.  Firstly, how much I hate mechanics.  Secondly, how easily I can find things to distract myself.  And thirdly, how much I want to be Tony Stark/Iron Man.


Mechanics is a branch of maths that allows you to work out how hard and fast you would hit the ground if you were to jump from the Empire State Building.  And then to recalculate that velocity and energy dissipated were you to use an umbrella as a parachute.  Or more pointless things, such as, how would the speed of a jumbo jet be affected if it were to fly into a duck, and so on and so forth.  This is all very well and good if you are into it, but I'm not.  There seem to be far too many equations and rules to learn, to find a theoretical answer, that chances are won't matter to you because you'll be a squidgy mess of blood and bones at the bottom of a tall building.  I'm sure that as soon as I get my head around it, everything will become clear.


As for the distractions, turns out this blog is one of them.  I am a distractionary genius!!  I can find a distraction anywhere.  


Which brings me on to my third point, and possibly the biggest revelation of the day.  I want to be Iron Man/Tony Stark, and have constructed a list of reasons why.


Tony Stark:

• Alcoholic, billionaire playboy.  Pretty much says it on the tin.  Who wouldn't want to live in their own villa and be able to throw wild parties willy nilly.

• Extreme intelligence.  Also says it on the tin.  Being a genius would be amazing.  Every menial task would be just another excuse to create a machine that does the job.

• Your own headlight.  Never have to be afraid of the dark ever again, as the light upon your chest would forever be on.

• Dang he cool!

Iron Man:

• Flight systems.  The ability to fly, quickly, would be absolutely amazing.  And to be able to out manoeuvre jets would be the bees.

• Hi-tech on board computer.  You can have a cup of tea being made for you when you arrive home by simply asking.  Or failing that, you can have your suit line up and decapitate seven enemies in one foul swoop.

• Hot rod red and yellow.  Oozes sexyness.

• Dang he cool! 

So, aside from getting utterly frustrated by my inability to complete a mechanics coursework, I have had a productive day skirting work.  Now I'm going to head to bed, in the hope that tomorrow I wake up as Iron Man.

Joe out.