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  • When I was in high-school and participated in role-playing games, I played this game where everyone made up their own superhero, and I came up with Dr. Crusher. He had super-human abilities not only because he was super buff but because as a Harvard mathematics and physics professor and master physicist he could instantly calculate mass and force and acceleration and all other factors in order to take someone down. He did not have a secret identity, and his classes were always being interrupted by some bad guy. His students were always getting caught up in the action (very “Greatest American Hero” for those from the 80s). He wore chinos, a button-down color and a tie, and a sweater vest, and always wore sunglasses.


    This is my 100th Cowbird story. I had planned on writing something about my experiences and what not, but fuck it. I felt like posting something, but I don’t feel like thinking. I’m taking this online course to jump through a mandated work hoop, and in our introduction post we were asked to describe what super-hero we would be. This is what I wrote.
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