I love my more creative Facebook poster friends.

They do exist. I mean, you hafta mine ‘em out and sift through posted pathos, en masse infant photos, and the miscellany of nuptial notifications. But, like hidden twinkling diamonds, they are indeed there. And I so appreciate them – especially on days where my think juice is too viscous to circulate through my imagination motor, much less do any writing. Like my buddy who posted this fantastic creativity sparker:


Lamest super heroes: I’ll start: Captain Nepotism (and his faithful sidekick Brother-in-Law-man). Go!

Oh, man.

Suddenly my brain went from boring, uneventful day to standing outside in a thunder storm with a lightning rod.

Especially when I saw a few other posts from his pals:

“Captain customer service: His main superpower is a shit eating grin,” offered one.

“Sir Starbucks: … judging you before you walk in the door,” said another.

This is delightful, I thought. Oh, my turn! My turn!

Okay, let’s start with the real Captain America:

… he arrives in a motorized wheelchair (because: obesity) with a shotgun in hand when summoned by a sky signal of golden arches. Also, he wears the classic superhero ensemble of cape/underwear/tights in XXXXL, camo design style

And how about Captain UberHipsterVegan?

I can talk about Capt. UberVegan without being racist against vegans ’cause I am one. And his superpowers include informing everyone about the details of his dietary habits and why you’re worthless for not sharing them – a daily sermon issued in the town square, from atop what a buddy of mine would approvingly refer to as a free range, organic, grass fed, humanely grown and lovingly nurtured soapbox.

Then, finally, we’ll give a female superhero the spotlight.

The…Bulimic Demon:

Her superpowers consist of eating your soul… and then barfing it right back into your body before hers has a chance to digest it – all due to her intense, irrational fear of gaining goodness. Her father has tried to assure her this won’t happen so long as she keeps a hell-thy lifestyle. He’s even pointed out how it never happens to Legion or anyone else who’s been around for ages. They’re trying their hardest to get her the best kind of help at this great rehab center in the Upper East Underworld. We all wish her the best.

Kay. Your turn, my fellow brain dead friends.

Wake up your creativity – and comment with your lamest stuporhero.