If I were a turtle... (August 15 [Colin via Amanda])

Whenever you watch any version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, you are pulling for one of them to outshine the others. Maybe you're a Michelangelo fan, or pull for Raphael, or maybe Leonardo… all I know is, I was always a Donatello fan.
I never understood, though, why he had a stick. It wasn't an impressive weapon, but the smart one had the stick.
Teddy Roosevelt once said, "Walk softly and carry a big stick!"
Teddy Roosevelt was smart too—probably!
As you watch all the versions of this franchise, you will also notice that nobody ever really dies. The foot clan hobble off to their holes; Shredder always comes back like Jesus, and even Beebop and Rocksteady always show up later on. So, what do the other turtles need with the blade weapons? They aren't killing anybody, merely parlaying blows so that they can kick or punch their opponent—Donatello does just fine with a stick. Same techniques, no killing, and he's the smart one.
Sure nun chucks look cook, as do swords and those pitchfork things Raphael uses, but the stick works just fine.
What's the point?
I don't know. I have hit a wall in terms of writing rants, creative pieces, and all the like. I am half way through this month, hit a personal funk, and want to finish what I started. I have to write 31 things this month, and have been slipping up lately—doing 2 in one day, because I fell asleep being doing work the day before.
This is not my time of year. The stress is piling on, and school hasn't even started back yet (2 more weeks). I wish I could be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Forever ageless.
Forever awesome.
Forever ridding the city of evil.
That's what I want to do with my life: be awesome and rid the world of evil. Yet, here I am forcing myself to write things for no real reason but to say I did it—look at me I can write things down every day for a month. People do it all the time, which means it isn't anything particularly special.
If I were a turtle though, my brothers and I would go about kicking butt and taking names forever fighting for the good in the world.
If I were a turtle though, I could eat pizza all the time and have awesome vehicles that are designed to travel through the sewers at high speeds.
If I were a turtle though, I could change the world one foot solider at a time—winning them to go right side of the law, or kick them in the face!
The world would be a better place if I were a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, but alas I am not. I'm a 27 year old graduate student, who is biding him time before taking another stab at changing the world… but if I were a 27 year old Mutant Turtle… wait… nevermind!