So scientists say that there are a number of alternate dimensions or something, right? So assuming that what they're talking about is analogous to science-fiction television, it is only accurate to assume that in another of these dimensions, I'm totally super awesome with all kinds of powers, right? Remember that Jet Li movie where he all has to battle his bad-dimensional self? Anyway, I'm hoping if my hardcore self ever jumped the fabric, so to speak, we could meet up for a game, or for chillin', rather than doing a death battle. Because I know myself. And rumbles, as sweet as they can be, are not so much my bag. I'd much rather nestle into a nice round of something or other. And I think I can assume, having only a small bit of undoubtedly misdirected information about the science of dimensions but having a practically wikipedic knowledge of myself (granted, in but a single universe), that my personality is such that even in my more conquesty of moments that I'd frankly rather be playing Parcheesi.
This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, and William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden. This week's theme: 'Alternate Realities'.