"A successful career is just a prefabricated metaphor for those without a calling in life." according to this scrumptiously impractical person.
It sure feels like it these days. I figure that a horse whipping is needed to get cracking. If not, I remain just well hung.
Perusing through my options, I could be
1. The Monk who sold his Ferrari.
2. The Poor Man's M. Night Shyamalan, making the Sixth Sense spoof appropriately titled sic6sense.
3. A popular blogger.
Option 3 seemed the most viable as all I need to do is post pics of myself and let the award nominations begin. No sweat for a beefcake like me.