When superheroes do normal things...

I always go after the best. I want to be around the smartest, liveliest, most visionary individuals with mind boggling superpowers that can show us all the way forward. I set the bar high. Which is why I'm so exasperated when reality strikes - when dull-eyed humanity and the molasses strands of entropy bog progress down. Why is it that when I need a superhero the most, they're inevitably off in the mountains picking their feet? Time to cultivate my own superpowers I guess... sheesh, must I do everything around here?!