"Mad Dan" Eccles ... all the rest are too plastic for me!

(Spike Milligan character)

https://teachrock.org/video/the-goon-show-starring-spike-milligan-peter-sellers-and-harry-secombe-what-time-is-it-eccles/

As demonstrated in the following examples :

Crica 1995 (age 37)

Several younger members (20's) of the plant I worked at put together a rock climbing event one night.

I love the physical stuff so I said sure, I was clearly the oldest of the bunch.

One of the 'games' we played involved free climbing (no harnesses) a wall that had under cuts and everything. We start at floor level go as far as you can before you fall (mats were everywhere). Maximum wall height was around 15' for this face. I was third or fourth up, I made a few stretch grabs and one slight jump grab to take the lead. My fellow co-workers began to call me Spiderman. I won that event !

Apr. 3 2002 (age 44)

On the way home from work on night, the Mrs. and I stopped in to pick up our mail (post office, no home delivery in the sticks). As I'm getting back into the truck I see a young fellow running like hell through the post office parking lot, seconds later I see another fellow following him. I recognize the second guy as the father of a girl my son went too school with. I told my wife I wanted to investigate because I have first responder training and they might need some help. As I pull out of the parking lot I see the second guy  standing on the sidewalk talking on his cell phone, I assume he's calling for an ambulance or something. I ask him If he needs any help and he tells me "That guy just robbed the Variety Store". So now I go full on superhero. We start patrolling the streets to see if we can locate him, Eventually (10-15 minutes) I see an OPP (Ontario Provincial Police) coming into town. I flag her down, give a description of the suspect and then figure I may as well go home since the cops are on the scene now. The Mrs. suggests we take a back road and not the main street which we do. As I come to an intersection with a 5 point stop, I see a young man walking casually across the street with his jean jacket in his hand. Suddenly he tosses the jacket over the top edge of a yard fence and keeps on walking. I suddenly realize that's the guy. So I pretend to be pulling into a driveway, throw the truck into park blocking the sidewalk just as he gets there, jump out and around the back of the truck as he takes off in the opposite direction. My wife later told me the look on his face was one of sear panic as he looked through the truck and saw me jump out. I chase him for about a block and a half screaming at him to stop and that I'm going to get him. I get within about 3 feet of him and go for a leg sweep. Unfortunately I miss by about 3 inches and end up tripping myself and go down hard on the street. Now I'm pissed. I stand up and what do I see...he's standing about 10 feet away looking at me. Big mistake! I take off chasing him and we run about another 2 blocks before I catch up to him again, this time taking that extra step to get closer before going for the leg sweep again. This time he's down. As I hold him down on the ground from behind I realize he's bigger than me, and younger (half my age as it turned out). I look up the street half expecting to see my wife in the truck, but the street is vacant. Now I realize I may have a problem. All the while I'm engaging him in conversation about what he's suspected of and how, if I'm wrong, I'll apologia. Just then I hear a voice say "Are you ok?. I look up and its a neighbour from across the street who works in the are and saw me chasing him. Now I'm not alone and feeling much better. The police quickly arrive (the Mrs. headed uptown to get them when I began my pursuit, such a smart girl). We all walk back up to where I first encountered him on the street and my neighbor mentions he saw the guy hanging around the pump house of the water tower. Now, being early April there was still snow on the ground and one of the officers sees footprints . She follows them to the edge of the pump house and with her boot brushes away some snow to find the balaclava, gloves, knife and money.  As a result of our efforts, my neighbour, the father of my sons friend and I are all awarded "The Commissioners Accommodation" for our support of law enforcement in protecting the neighborhood. I now gain the nickname Batman with my co-workers.  All in a day's work.

I'm good with just being able to get snacks without getting up from the couch.

First vote for Telepathic and Telekinetic here. Sounds like an interesting concept.

Frankly I think the reality of having 'super powers' would become intolerable--  a torturous, never-ending curse where you have to push yourself to the point of death in order to use the powers, and the rest of the time hide and pretend to be someone else forever.   I think I'll pass.

I was always enamored with Superman's "heat vision."  Sounds like fun.

1. Ability to refold unfolded maps.

2. Ability to turn myself into a sofa.

3. Ability to get inside a box and be another box inside the box while looking for a box to be more stuff for a box that I will be another box that is also a box and a box that likes to be a box that is also a box.

Ah, control of the world's TV remotes, cigarette lighters and loose change. That's too much power. You would immediately become a target of government intelligence agencies worldwide.

There must be more sofa monitoring going on in the world than I thought. Hopefully the cardboard box world doesn't have as pronounced a dark underbelly that the sofa world has.