Time has us borrowing from Robot B9 and his "Danger, Will Robinson!" It's become a catchphrase that needs to preempt "Hold my beer and watch this."
You don't tug on superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger, and you don't mess around with Jim.
Jim (the singer/songwriter) Croce wrote this song about big Jim Walker, a pool shootin' son of a gun, big and dumb as a man can come, stronger than a country hoss... well... Slim had lost big to Jim in a pool bet. A bit later camea lookin' for Jim. "My name is Willie McCoy but down home they call me Slim." They tried warning Slim.. Big Jim come boppin' off the street - Slim cut him up and shot him twice. Croce then changed the chorus to:
You don't tug on superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger, and you don't mess around with SLIM.
I'm always amazed at how little attention I've played in life. Reading up on Jim Croce, he'd just graduated from college, the first one in his family..his folks wanted him to get a '9 to 5' job.. instead, Jim sold spots for a radio station because music was his lifelong goal. His area was a poor, poor nook in Philly, which included the pool hall, where there truly was a Big Jim Walker.
It was Croce's first hit.. later he had Time in a Bottle, and the biggy Bad, Bad Leroy Brown... life is fleeting. Croce was killed in a plane crash when he was only 30 years old. Damnit Jim.
So I guess this is about advice.
Call your parents.
Your choices at the moment will be good ones. Trust yourself.
Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. (Dalai Lama.)
There's a little truth behind every just kidding, a little curiosity behind every just wondering, a little knowledge behind I don't know, a little emotion behind every I don't care.
It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.
Be decisive. Right or wrong, make a decision. The road of life is paved with flat squirrels.
If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer will always be no. If you don't step forward, you'll always be in the same place.
In honor of Super Bowl 55, and in discussing really good things in life "It's like a Snicker's bar in the freezer, right? It's treasured." Andy Reid
Impressive it is that Coach Reid, after all these years - still seeks advice, input (so yes, a boss asking for advice is advice in and of itself): Reid established a players leadership committee consisting of one member from each position group as a way for player to air their concerns.
"Whenever we started that meeting, the first thing he would say is, 'All right, what gripes do you have?' Johnson said, "He doesn't want guys complaining in the locker room about this and that, like practices being too long or the food in the cafeteria not being good. So, he would say 'Tell me all the stuff like that and I'll fix it.' He doesn't want us to have any excuses for not getting it right on Sunday. He wants to eliminate all the distractions."
"You can't hit a home run if you don't swing for the fence. You can't do anything special in life sitting on the fence." Bruce Arians', Tampa Bay Coach.
I loves me some advice. Well... first time advice. That repeated advice that's preceeded by "Like I said....." Well... that gives me the heeeeeeeebeeeeeeejeeeeeeeebiiieeeeees.
Don't let it go to your head. I REALLY love complimenting a lifelong pal on something and then following with that. They smirk. Smirks are good.
Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back.
To that end, don't be impressed here. Every damn thing has been plagiarized.
Be careful acorn hunting. Don't spit into the wind. Don't mess around with Jim (or Slim.)
Love, Victurd
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